Chapter 1:
Disclaimer: I do not, nor shall I ever, own The Incredibles franchise. I do not gain anything out of this.
Summary: An orphan practically all his life, Buddy Pine just wants someone to care. He had been so certain that someone would be his hero, Mr. Incredible. After trying to prove he's worth the effort, the little genius is left devastated. Things change when he catches the eyes of two of the most unlikely people. Essentially: An AU where Buddy is taken in by the Deavor Siblings. The Screenslaver influences Syndrome from a very young age and brings about a whole different Incredibles 1 and 2.
Edit: Went back and fixed some things that were bothering me. The story of this chapter didn't change, however, don't worry. (3/4/2019)
Cheers erupted from the enormous crowd in front of the makeshift stage temporarily set within the city square. Flashes of light from cameras blinded anyone who dared to stare into their lenses. Limbs flailed and plenty of hats were thrown as the people of Metroville celebrated the glorious event of the mayor gifting the city key to their most prized hero, Mr. Incredible.
The famed superhero, himself, flashed a dazzling smile to the citizens as he and the mayor posed together for the pictures. In the front row were other supers also participating in the jubilation. Mr. Incredible happily took note that his best friend, Frozone, and his lady, Elastigirl, were right there and grinning up at him. Knowing that they were there helped make Mr. Incredible feel easier about how big of a target this commemoration was to any villain with terrible intentions.
Luckily, there didn't seem to be any throughout the ceremony; a wonderful rarity.
As the festivities ended, Mr. Incredible, Elastigirl, and Frozone invited the rest of the supers that could come to a little bit of celebrating of their own later that night, within the supers' favorite hangout, a little restaurant known as Salvation Cafe. Originally, it had been known as The Vintage Spice but had changed its name when supers had given it special interest and kept the family-owned restaurant from going out of business. The food and beverages were now primarily hero-based, with each one named after the hero who enjoyed the meal and/or drinks the most. The owners had even specially built the supers their very own dining spot within its walls where only super-powered individuals could eat. That decision caused a mixture of reactions from the more normal customers. However, the supers couldn't seem to be bothered about any roiled citizens that night, as they feasted over their friend's achievement.
"So, when am I getting my key?" Frozone elbowed his longtime friend and ally in the side, causing Mr. Incredible to nearly choke on his prime ribs in surprise.
"Well, I don't know… have you stopped any buildings from falling on top of the mayor's daughter recently?" The man in black and blue smirked at his ice-themed companion as he pretended to pout.
"Shoot, I haven't. Guess I just got to wait for the next one."
They laughed before both were slapped by two stretched and pliable hands. Frozone hissed in pain, while Mr. Incredible merely grunted.
"Will you two grow up? A building falling on a helpless NSI is nothing to be joked about." Elastigirl, and the love of Mr. Incredible's life, frowned in disappointment at them. "You'd think I wouldn't have to tell you these things anymore, with how long we've been doing this."
"Aw, honey, you know we meant nothing by it! There's no harm if it's not going to happen again, right?" His eyes narrowed. "It better not happen again. Who the heck decides to hang out in a clearly unstable building complex?"
"At least it wasn't on fire!" Fironic butted in, guffawing; his mouth was still full of Fiery Wings, which caused Gazerbeam sitting right next to him to wrinkle his nose.
"You're disgusting, why do I see you as my best friend again?"
"Because you love me?"
"That is incorrect." Gazerbeam rolled his eyes and tried to keep a straight face as his close friend purposely stared at the side of his face with a puppy dog expression. The normally stoic man couldn't keep it up for even a minute before he had to hide a smile behind his hand.
"I saw that, brother." Fironic grinned triumphantly, which caused his friend to slap him upside the head. "YOUCH, HEY!"
"Quit being a nuisance."
"But nuisance is my middle name."
"I thought your middle name was Leland?" Frozone leaned back in his chair with a cool grin that didn't once melt even while being seared by Fironic's heated glare.
"Haha, what? Your middle name's Leland?" Mr. Incredible's shoulders shook as he tried to keep his mirth under control, feeling a little bad about finding amusement in his flaming ally's embarrassment.
"You agreed to never bring that up, Snowcone."
"No, you agreed, Firebug."
"Ladies, ladies, you're both pretty." Elastigirl sighed. "Let's please keep our heads. I don't want to be kicked out because you all decided to be pig-headed morons, again."
"You tell him, sister!" Plasmabolt high-fived her fellow super gal and both the girls grinned at the wounded egos of the men. "Hey, I'm gonna get me one of those Plasma Shakes they serve here, would you like to join me?"
"Y'know, I've been hankering for an Elasti-smoothie, myself."
The two ladies made their way to the counter, arm-in-arm, leaving the men to continue their sulking. They sat on the swivel stools as they waited for their beverages.
"So, anything exciting within the lives of Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl besides today's event?" Plasmabolt tilted her head with a smirk at her fellow super. They weren't the closest of friends, but there was something about extreme situations that bonded people together. There was probably not a tighter-knit group of individuals like superheroes, except for maybe those in the army; in the end, all served to fight for the people they love.
"Why, it just so happens that there is something else to celebrate besides some overly-glorified paperweight." Elastigirl mirrored her fellow super-gal's expression. "But Bob and I will be announcing it very soon, so I promise you won't have to wait too long."
"Geez, I hope so, it's not exactly every day that a super -let alone two!- actually manage to stay in a romantic relationship for as long as you have." The woman gushed. "It's like you two were made for each other!"
"To be reasonable, every relationship has their ups and downs. It's just that Bob and I have managed to learn how to make it work."
"Remind me to ask you for dating advice when I've snatched myself a man."
Both girls' attention turned onto a counter worker for a moment as they grabbed their sought for beverages and thanked the staff member. They turned to make their way back, but before Elastigirl could make a step her eyes caught sight of a very familiar little troublesome boy. She sighed exasperatedly even though a smile came onto her lips.
"Hey, I'll catch up with you in a second, Plas. You can go and head back without me, I need to go use the ladies room."
"Oh, not a problem." The other super smiled. "You and your man better bring up your "surprise news" when you get back to the party." The costumed woman shook a finger at her flexible friend and walked back to the rest of their group. Elastigirl set her sights back to Mr. Incredible's number one fan. The boy was trying to sneakily move closer to the super-powered group of individuals and would have probably succeeded if she and Plasmabolt hadn't gone up to get their drinks.
Elastigirl silently walked up behind his current "hiding spot" and knelt, leaning close to his ear.
"What are you doing?" Her whisper did the trick and caused the boy to jump with a gasp. He quickly swiveled around and settled into a poor fighting stance. The woman chuckled and slowly stood up, with her arms up. "At ease there, slick. I mean no harm."
"E- Elastigirl! Uh, nothing." The boy's eyes widened in his makeshift domino mask. He wore a costume that was white and blue and clearly homemade. The little "i" on the left side of his chest gave a clear indication of what the boy was attempting. Elastigirl hated to ruin the poor little guy's night, but she knew her soon-to-be would never allow him to fight crime.
"Buddy, right? Look, I hate to break it to you, but Mr. Incredible isn't one for sidekicks and-" She stopped short and narrowed her eyes at the boy's hair. "Wait, I could have sworn you were a redhead."
"I, uh, I am. I-I dyed it -but that's not the point. I can do it! I can be a sidekick." Buddy pleaded to the woman. Her response was to gently grab his arm and walk him out. He gestured to the strange metal boots on his feet. "Look! I made these. They're rocket boots, I can fly with these. Tested and everything!"
"That's great, kid, but that still doesn't mean Incredible's going to take you under his wing." Elastigirl felt bad as she gazed at the honestly adorable little face. She vaguely wondered if she and Bob would ever have a boy. "Have you tried to gain the attention of any other super?"
"Nope." The blond-dyed boy's cheeks puffed out a bit. "I don't want anybody else to mentor me, just Mr. Incredible."
The woman sighed as she led them through the front door of the restaurant. Once fully outside she knelt back down and smoothed back some straying strands of hair out of the boy's unhappy face.
"May I ask why you want Mr. Incredible, of all heroes, to be the one to train you?"
"Not train me, I know all his moves!" The little genius made some cute karate chops in the air and it took everything in Elastigirl to not squeeze him up in a hug. "I just need, like, a guide. Someone to show me the ropes. He'll hardly notice I'm there."
That was hard for the woman to believe. Little Buddy not loud, boisterous, and heavily opinionated? She had only met him a few times before and each time showed how excitable the boy was. He was like a cup of coffee; it took some getting used to, but in the end was well worth the adjustment. If only Bob took the time, maybe he would bring the boy in. She'd have to talk to her man later.
"Not tonight okay, Buddy?" She patted his shoulder.
"What? But-"
"No, "buts". I think it may very well be passed your bedtime." She stood up. "Would you like me to escort you home?"
"Oh, uh, no. No, I'm good, thanks." The boy let out a nervous chuckle and took a couple steps back. Elastigirl raised an eyebrow and surveyed the street. It was dark with the moon shining overhead and the lights of the city blocking the stars, casting strange dark shadows in various places.
"I don't think I'd feel very comfortable allowing you to walk on your own out here."
"Then it's a good thing I won't be. Rocket boots, remember?" He skipped a couple paces away and jumped up for a bit of a boost to his liftoff. He twisted around and gave a smirk at the dumbfounded look on the super's face. "Pretty cool, right?"
"Very cool. See you later, kid." Elastigirl crossed her arms and huddled a bit against the night's cold breeze, wondering how Buddy could possibly be warm with only a short-sleeved T-shirt, little cape, and shorts. She waited until she could no longer see the light from the bottom of his boots and walked back inside. There was a wedding to be announced and invitations to pass out.
"LOOK OUT!"
Mr. Incredible looked up, shocked, and watched as ice covered up a huge piece of falling building. His best friend and ally, Frozone, slid passed on a trail of ice with a mock salute. The burly man grinned and went back to beating his way through the throng of monsters known as unmeltables; they were made of ice cream by a freak accident during an unauthorized experiment by their leader and creator, Brainfreezer. Brainfreezer, herself, was changed by the accident and has since been a threat to the good citizens of Metroville.
Although considering the numbers of the sugar creatures, there was no longer the excuse of the villain making them accidentally. In fact, the machine creating them was exactly what Mr. Incredible was trying to reach.
A crazed cackle threw the broad-shouldered hero off his objective and he turned to witness Brainfreezer slingshot herself at him. He tensed, ready for impact, when another pliable form bashed into the icy villain, making her careen haphazardly off course with a cry.
"Elastigirl!" Mr. Incredible breathed, relieved. It wasn't that he couldn't handle the gelato themed criminal, he just didn't have the time to mess around with her. Not when there was a bomb about to go off in less than three minutes. "I've never been so glad to see you."
"Really? Of all the time we spent together, this is when you're most glad to see me?" The young woman haughtily raised an eyebrow, as the two supers went back to pummeling the unceasing wave of ice cream monsters. Between the two, it took much less time for them to make it to the unmeltable machine and destroy it.
"Well, you know what they say, "Dangerous situations make the heart grow fonder"."
"That is definitely not how the saying goes."
They took advantage of the small reprieve to gaze lovingly into each other's eyes, despite the situation.
"Are you two lovebirds done? Cause we're about to be confetti if we don't get a move on!" Frozone broke their moment and all three made swift work of the rest of Brainfreezer's minions, quickly making their way to the bomb.
Mr. Incredible ripped a panel off of the oversized explosive and Frozone reached out to disarm it; before he could, a melting yet firm hand grabbed a hold of his wrist. Both Elastigirl and Mr. Incredible took a step back in astonishment as Brainfreezer yanked their frozen friend toward her, roughly seizing his face between her fingers.
"Not so fast. You so much as blink wrong and I'll convert him!" One of the attributes of Brainfreezer, that made her so dangerous, was that she could transmogrify people into temporary, brainwashed unmeltables with skin-to-skin contact at will. It was normally easier for the criminal to just make the simple-minded creatures rather than go through the trouble of "unmeltafying" an individual; although, it didn't mean that she didn't regularly go around and cause havoc by transforming loved ones into monsters.
The bomb read :50 seconds left.
"Let him go." Mr. Incredible gritted his teeth, fists clenching.
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"If I do that, you'll ruin my day."
The superhero couple stood by uneasily as they tried to figure out a way to win this. Brainfreezer merely laughed in the face of the dangerous situation.
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"If you don't, we'll all be done for! Do you really want to die this way?!" Mr. Incredible's voice was laced with desperation, eyes flitting between his best friend, the villain that held him, the love of his life, and the ever-dwindling red digits.
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"Bold of you to presume that this will kill me." The gelato woman snorted and rolled her unnaturally glowing eyes. "I'm made of ice cream. Sure, I'll be splattered uncomfortably, but I'll reform back. It'll be you who won't make it. And let's be honest, everyone would be all the better for it."
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The criminal caught sight of the news helicopter no doubt recording the situation.
"DON'T YOU ALL SEE?" The wrongdoer called out to the flying vehicle, gesturing to the carnage that the heroes left in their wake. "THEY DESTROY MORE THAN THEY HELP. THEY SMASH, THEY HARM, JUST AS MUCH AS ANY "VILLAIN"; EXCEPT THEY DO IT IN THE NAME OF "PROTECTION"."
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"What are you doing?!" Elastigirl hissed, unconsciously taking a step forward. The action caused Brainfreeze to tighten her grip painfully on Frozone's face, making him cry out in pain.
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"TIMES GROW HARDER, MONEY TIGHTER, AND WHERE DOES YOUR TAX MONEY GO? TO A LITTLE, UNKNOWN GOVERNMENT AGENCY MADE SPECIFICALLY TO COVER UP A WHOLE ASSORTMENT OF UNFAVORABLE ACTIONS AND SITUATIONS CAUSED BY OUR DEAR HEROES." The villainess sneered at her foes. "THEY'RE NOT NEARLY AS "SUPER" AS PEOPLE ARE MADE TO BELIEVE."
"Where did she learn of this? How does she know?" The flexible hero whispered harshly to her fiance. Her man didn't respond, eyes still darting between all people and the bomb involved. He was thinking hard about the situation.
There had to be a way to stop this.
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Bob caught sight of light flashing in the corner of his eye, his head turning to pinpoint the disturbance. A laser beam cut through the group and expertly hit the gelato villainess. She flew back with a screech.
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Frozone wasted no time in throwing himself at the explosive, quickly getting to work at defusing it. His hands shook and his breath quick, but he didn't allow his unease to get the best of him.
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Elastigirl and Mr. Incredible chased down where they believed they saw Brainfreezer land. They looked in between and under debris and abandoned cars. They moved rubble and searched everywhere they could think of but to no avail. It wasn't until Mr. Incredible took notice of a small trail of ice cream leading into the gutter that he realized they were too late to nab her.
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Gazerbeam and the rest of the Thrilling Three came up to Frozone from behind, trying to help in any way they could. The ice-based hero felt a little more at ease with the extra hands and wasted no time to give directions.
The superhero couple came up to join the rest, shaking their heads when Apogee inquired about the villain. Elastigirl was still troubled about Brainfreezer's words. She had spoken about the NSA; a program that very little knew about. The fact that a criminal knew about it was disconcerting.
With the extra support, Frozone managed to stop the bomb with :08 seconds to spare.
"Today was a long day." Bob flopped face-first onto the couch as Lucius closed the door to their shared apartment.
"You can say that again."
"Today was a long day."
The slimmer man chuckled and threw himself unceremoniously onto the armchair next to the couch. Thoughts of how he had been almost turned into ice cream swirled around in his mind. Another day in the life of a super.
"We are so lucky that the NSA contacted the Thrilling Three to back us up." A groan was the ice man's only response. "Speaking of, how did Shelly Sundae -of all people- know about the NSA? What's up with that?"
Another groan, this time longer.
"...You think there's a mole?" Lucius lazily watched his best friend twist around to lay on his back.
"I hope not. That would be really bad."
"Yeah."
The air was still and a sense of calm overtook the room as they delved into their own minds. The only sound was of their breathing.
Lucius allowed his gaze to wonder over the TV set that sat in front of them, to the various photos hung in frames on the walls, and finally to the attached kitchen that was honestly a mess.
"We should really clean up our kitchen."
Bob hummed and the slimmer man's gaze slipped back onto him.
"You think you should postpone the wedding?"
"What?" The burly man lifted his head and gave his closest friend a confuddled expression. "Postpone? No, of course not! Why would I?"
"Well, if there's a chance that someone is letting out info on the NSA, who's to say they're not letting slip our own personal info?"
"That's only if there's a mole. We still don't know exactly what's going on and we should check in before we make any hasty decisions."
"Sorry, you're right." The slimmer man sighed. "I'm still a bit shaken after what happened."
"I'd be too if I was threatened to be turned into a dairy product."
For some reason that comment caused both of them to burst out laughing. Calming down, anxious energy filled the room.
"You know what's really bothering me, Lucius?"
"What?"
"Why did Brainfreezer have a bomb? She wants to control people, not destroy them."
The weeks after Brainfreezer's "speech", tensions between supers and non-supers were at an all-time high. With the reveal of some "secret super organization", those that weren't overpowered protectors of justice and peace were understandably wary of those that were.
Robert Golden and Helen Truax walked hand and hand down the sidewalk, after having had such a wonderful lunch together. The day was sunny, with not a cloud in the sky, so they had decided to go ahead and enjoy the breeze.
At least they would have, if the mood hadn't been ruined by a group of angry anti-super activists screaming their hearts out at the mayoral building.
The couple stopped and took in the scene with frowns on their faces. If there weren't very many protestors and advocates against superheroes before, there definitely were now. How could these people not understand the trouble they would be putting themselves in? A world without supers meant a world overrun with evil.
"NO MORE SUPERS! SUPERS GO HOME!" The crowd chanted, waving their fists and their signs.
"Bob, let's go enjoy ourselves in another part of the city. We don't need to see this right now; not with such a wonderful occasion like our wedding around the corner." Helen rugged at her fiancé's arm. He stood still like a rock, glaring disappointedly at the crowd. Another tug and he allowed himself to be moved.
"I don't get it. Why now? Why are they suddenly against us -supers, now?" He ran a hand through his hair and glanced down at his lady. She smiled sullenly and rested her head on his arm. "We've been saving them for generations. Why start doubting? I mean, yes, there are supers who aren't the best; they're human too! Why do we have to be perfect? We can't be perfect!"
The to-go cup that was in his hand, the one that wasn't holding his woman's, went flying in his rant. It flew into the alley they were walking past and slammed into a lonely dumpster. The liquid within splattered all over its side with a surprisingly loud bang. They winced and, before they could react, the lid to the dumpster flew open.
"'EY, WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA?!" A boy of about eight popped his head out with a frown, looking from to side to side. A comically big gas mask was situated precariously over his face. He removed the mask and the two supers' eyes widened in surprise.
"What are you doing in a dumpster, Buddy?" Bob asked before he could even stop himself. He held his breath in horror. Had he just revealed his secret identity?
The boy's eyes narrowed as he switched his focus between the two, before settling on Bob.
"How the heck do you know my name?"
Bob stuttered and Helen bit her lip. Buddy didn't change his expression until it suddenly lit up and he laughed.
"Ah, I'm just joking with you, mister! How could you have possibly known my name is the exact same as a friendly greeting?" The boy expertly hopped out of the oversized trash can, which suggested a familiarity with dumpster diving, and happily walked up to greet them. He raised up his hand for a shake. "The name's Buddy Pine, pleased to meet you."
"Do your parents know that you're swimming in the garbage and talking to strangers?" Helen raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sure they won't mind." An emotion that the woman couldn't quite place flashed briefly across the boy's face before it settled into a more cooled expression.
Something tightened in her chest. Worry? Distress?
She pinched his smelly hand between two fingers, giving it a light shake. He gently wrenched it away in embarrassment.
"I'm Bob and this is my fiancé, Helen. Nice to meet you kid." The burly man wrapped an arm around his lady and gave the young boy a kind, if tired, smile. His gaze then wondered behind Buddy; more specifically, the wagon of scrap metal and broken appliances right in front of the dumpster. "So… what exactly were you dumpster diving for?"
"Good question!" The boy's eyes lit up and he swiftly grabbed the handle of the wagon, making his way down the street. The couple followed him, not liking the thought of their little fan being alone in such a big city. "Y'see, I like to invent things that are mostly mechanical in nature."
"Oh, yeah?" Bob raised an eyebrow, unusually interested in what Buddy had to say. The interest came with the startling realization that he didn't know very much about the kid, despite having known him for a couple years now. The hero also became aware that the few times he had inquired more about the boy, Buddy had always managed to quickly change the subject.
The man frowned. It seemed his number one fan had an easier time talking about himself to someone he believed to be a complete stranger, than his beloved superhero. Perhaps after the wedding, he'd focus a bit more on remedying that.
"Yep! Lately, I've been working on a secret project of mine. Although normally I just upgrade the different appliances where I live."
"Secret project, huh?" Helen smiled down at the gleeful bright blue eyes that stared up at her as the boy nodded. She hoped he wasn't going to get into too much trouble; Buddy was like a magnet for it. "Would you be willing to let us in on it?"
"Nope! Sorry, that's classified information." The little genius chuckled. "But I'm sure you'll be seeing it on the front page sometime soon."
"You're very confident in your work, for being so young." The burly man teased, unconsciously ruffling the boy's hair before jolting his hand away. Drat! He shouldn't be acting so chummy with a boy he technically barely knew. It was so hard though, it was Buddy. Sure, he normally acted like he barely knew the eight-year-old whenever he was suited up, for the sake of the other kids and the boy's own safety, but Buddy had been a constant in Mr. Incredible's life since the boy had first laid eyes on his favorite super in person; down at the small, hidden away comic book store across the way from the old ice cream parlor Bob used to hang around in his high school years.
"Just because I haven't lived as long, doesn't mean I can't make something worth noting to the city. Besides, it's going to be more than just my new invention they'll be talking about." The little blond-dyed genius reasoned. "I'd go into more specifics, but then that'd be telling."
"Alright, alright, fair enou-" Bob nearly ran into the wagon, when it abruptly stopped. The small group had stopped at yet another alleyway. Within the narrow walkway between buildings was another dumpster, with some pieces of metal sticking out the front.
Buddy adjusted his gloves and was about to reapply his gas mask when Helen gently grabbed a hold of the headwear.
"Look, you don't need to go dumpster diving for trash, sweetie. If you want, Bob and I are more than happy to take you around to some shops and see if they have any metal scraps for sale. Right, honey?" The young woman glanced over to her soon-to-be.
"Right, of cou- Wait, we are?" Bob stared wide-eyed at his lady, who gave him a forceful nod. "Uh, yes! Yes, we are."
Buddy looked between the two with a rather strange look on his face, which concerned the two adults.
"You alright there, kid?" The boy's secret favorite hero burrowed his eyebrows.
"Yeah…" The little genius tilted his head. "You just seem really familiar."
The couple exchanged glances, uneasily. If anybody could figure them out, it would be Buddy. Thankfully, the boy didn't seem too interested in thinking hard about it. Instead, he gave them an uncertain expression.
"Are you sure you'd be willing to help me like that? Cause I don't really have much that I can pay you back with and-"
"You don't have to worry about anything like that!" Helen knelt down with a small, comforting smile. She brushed some of his disordered hair back behind an ear. "We are more than happy to support your, uh, invention."
Buddy stared at the woman with an almost disbelieving face. Somebody… wanted to help him?
Before either of the adults could react, the boy latched himself around the woman in a tight hug. He briefly burrowed his face into the collar of her shirt, enjoying the moment, before releasing; ending the hug as quickly as he started it. Buddy twisted around so that his back was facing them.
He didn't want them to see the few tears that slipped out of his eyes.
"I-I'd really like that a lot."
A/N: Hello, hello! This is my first Incredibles fanfiction and I am very excited. I was very late to the party and have only just recently watched the sequel. It was both great and not so great. Very conflicting, I know, but… it just didn't meet all my expectations. Inc 2 was good as a movie overall, but kind of failed as a sequel. There were also some plot points that were unnecessary and some that could have been thought out better. The action sequences were great, though.
The Incredibles 2's flaws, though, were the inspiration for this fanfic.
Another inspiration was that one Youtube video called: "Rewriting Screenslaver - Incredibles 2" by Nando v Movies. Now, he had a second part in a different video about rewriting the finale, but I didn't really care for that one.
Then, my wish for at least a bit bigger reference for Syndrome was my third and last inspiration. Like, I don't know, shouldn't they be a bit less trusting to a rich person with an obsession with heroes (even though Winston is a real sweetheart)? Or having nightmares about nearly dying multiple times on an island filled with people wanting you dead, etc? Or… something. I don't know, maybe it's just me? I suppose you could say they still haven't fully registered the events, but it'd been a few month's right?
Continuing on, those three ideas kept swirling in my head (along with my own headcanons of the universe) and came to the intriguing idea of the Deavor siblings taking little Buddy under their wing and what differences to their universe would come from that. How would it affect all the characters?
Be aware that in this AU, the Deavor siblings lost their parents at a younger age due to a superhero-related accident (I haven't fully ironed out how yet).
Optional Question(s):
1. What do you think Brainfreezer is up to?
2. Who is your favorite character?