Unintentional Infatuation
"Viceroy!" screeched McFist, rampaging to the mad scientist currently relaxing under his holographic sun, cloaked in sun screen.
The inventor didn't even spare a glance at the enraged cyborg, "I'm sorry, the evil genius you're trying to call is on vacation; please call back in a week." Viceroy sipped his lemonade as McFist grinded his teeth, steam coming out of his ears.
"Stop this nonsense and help me! This is important!"
"Another one of your plans to defeat the Ninja?" Viceroy said, removing his shades to give McFist an annoyed expression, "Because we both know how well that goes."
McFist turned away from his partner and walked to the window, dramatically staring out in the distance, "No, this time it's not the Ninja; far more important and dangerous."
Realizing how serious the billionaire was acting, Viceroy turned the holo-projector off, "Is about you-know-who?"
"No, from what I've seen and what I predicted, the unexpected as occurred." Absolute dread formed on McFist's face.
"I'm still lost."
The billionaire's eyes turned moist, tears threating to fall, "My honey-bon is in love with that British boy band!"
Viceroy stared, deadpan, at this employer, "You need my help with your marriage?"
"Yes!" Waterfalls of tears flooded into a pool around McFist, "Marci won't talk to me! She's leaving to London with her friends to follow the boy band tomorrow!"
"Oh brother," Viceroy began walking back to his holo-projector when McFist tackled him, crushing the dark skinned man, "Get off me!"
"Viceroy, please help me! Marci means the world to me; I can't lose her to five Brits half my age!"
"Fine, I'll help you. You're lucky I'm not a fan of One Direction; too mainstream for my liking, those middle schoolers can have them."
"Good, now stop your gibberish about directions and help me get my Marci!"
The duo walked to one of Viceroy's inventing tables, "I'm been experimenting with pheromones for a while after seeing how effective Psycho-bot was by learning emotions, so I created this!" Viceroy proudly presented a vile containing pink liquid.
McFist stared back and forth from the vile to the mad scientist, "You actually made a love potion?"
"It's not a love potion! It a chemical that influences the behavioral patterns on the target to make them desire the first thing they see." The billionaire blinked slowly, not comprehending a word. "It's like love in first sight, just not too drastic depending on how much is used. All you have to do is get Marci to smell a little bit and make sure you're the first thing she sees."
The cybernetic arm swiped the vile, "My plan is perfect."
"Uh huh," Viceroy rolled his eyes, "Your plan."
"Oh sugar cube, I got a present for you!" McFist walked into his shared bedroom where Marci was packing her bags.
"Hannibal, if this is about how I'm creating some distance then I'm not listening. You're always in your office or taking your workers to Woopie World!" Marci accused as she shut closed a suit case.
"You're right, I'm always working but I got something for you," cooed McFist and pulled out a small pink perfume bottle, "Custom made, sweetheart!"
"Really, you made this for me?" Marci hugged Hannibal and then sprinted some of the perfume on herself. A cloud of pink was inhaled by the mistress, leaving her dazed and her eyes flashed pink for a brief moment. "Hannibal, my giant teddy bear, you're so thoughtful and romantic!" She wrapped her arms around her husband, placing multiply red lipstick marks on his face.
The spouses continued their moment on the bed, forgetting the bottle on the dresser. Then Bash barged into the room, "Yo mom, I need money. Ah, this is too gross for Bash!" The sixteen year old blinded his eyes with his hand while the other one searched the dresser for cash and carelessly gripped along with the love perfume. "Yeah, I got money but feeling icky!" With that being said, he ran out of the mansion and into the limo taking him to school. "That was so gross, I'm throwing up now!"
The bell for lunch rang as Bash began complaining to his group about the traumatic event he seen earlier with his friends just nodding along agreeing with every word he said. "Ah, the grossness is going back to my head! I'm gonna make a grumpy with my mouth!" Bash pushed away students and ran into a bathroom stall, chucking up his breakfast. Being decent once and flushing away the puke, Bash gargled sink water and started searching his bag for money, "I'm gonna need more money to buy stuff I don't need. Hey what's this?"
The bully inspected the perfume bottle with one eye and squeezed the cap, the perfume immediately caused Bash to drop the bottle and cover his nose after taking a small sniff, "This smells really girly!" The little bottle rolled out of the bathroom when Bash opened the door and bummed into a certain purple haired freshman.
Caught off guard from the collision, Randy ramble apologies to not further anger the bully, "Bash, hey man I didn't see you there. Well you look really nice today and oh look at the time, go to go!" Randy was about to jump into a run when Bash pulled his hoodie, lifting the freshman to have equal eye contact.
"You're not a girl but you look pretty." Howard and other students lingering in the hallway stared in bewilderment, all expecting an unfair fight, not Bash telling someone, no less a boy, that he was 'pretty.'
Randy blinked, slowly processing the compliment, "Um thank you?" Blue eyes shifted from one shocked face to another, "Can you please put me down?"
The eleventh grader ignored the question, "Tell me your name."
"I'm Randy," Bash simply let go of the hoodie, causing Randy to fall on the floor with Howard helping him back up.
"Come on Cunningham!" Howard whispered, "Let's get out of here!" The two freshmen ran to the cafeteria, out of Bash's glaze that briefly turned pink.
Yeah, I've been watching this cartoon a lot lately and I'm in love so I just had to make a fan fic. I'm just trying to make the story seem like it can be a legit episode or whatnot.
Thanks for reading and please review!
