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A/N: I'm back after over a year. Sort of. If you even know who I am. As always, partially dedicated to Becs. If you're reading this, I promise to e-mail you soon – when I find the time.
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"Ladiiiiiieees and gentlemen! We now present to you… the greatest hero in the wooooooorld… MULTIPLE MAN!!!!!" The crowd cheered on their hero, Jamie Madrox, undisputed champion on the galaxy.
"Take that, and that!" First a right cross, then a german suplex. The audience grew bigger with each punch. After the ordeal with Apocalypse, Jamie had become fury personified, practicing how to best use his natural powers and danger room training in the most effective ways possible.
"You dare, villain?!" Soon, his opponent found a quick loss as Jamie bounced his skull against the wall.
Breathless, he placed a foot on the fallen enemy, thrusting his hands into the air. "And the crowd… goes… WILD!"
And so it did. The raucous cries filled the room, but was suddenly silenced by someone thumping on the walls.
"Jamie!"
"Keep it down!"
"SHUT UP! Not everyone is out of bed at 6 o'clock on Saturday."
"If you keep it up, we're going to go wild in about five seconds."
"Alright, alright. Spoilsports. We don't need them, do we Mr. Potato Head?" He took his foot off of his 'opponent', dusting the shoeprint from its fake, red lips. "Time to reabsorb all you guys. Looks like we're under appreciated around here."
Groaning at the thought of another boring Saturday at the mansion, each Multiple clone sent several different ideas on what they should do for the rest of the day. The weeks passed by slowly since the Brotherhood and the X-Men called a truce after having to save the world from En Sabah Nur. And to make things worse, Berserker accidentally fried the cable network, which wouldn't be fixed for a week and a half.
"Guess it's off to the city, boys. If anyone asks Mr. Potato Head, just tell everyone I went out for a walk."
To Be Continued…..