School was the worst. Ok, ok not an original sentiment I know, but still, clichés are clichés for a reason. Science was, admittedly the least annoying of my classes, as I got to spend it torment- I mean spending time with my two best friends, Ray Viles and Penny Akk. As amusing as harassing them about their budding relationship had started out, over time the blushing and the stammering had begun to make me wish for a sweetheart of my own.
I liked to tease and play, but honestly I did envy my mother her easy way with men. It was nearly impossible to find a boyfriend when you became asexually adorable to anyone nearby when your control slipped for even a second. Today, as per usual, my two villainous besties were talking animatedly about our next caper, while shooting hungry side glances at my antique luncbox.
I smirked to myself, I may not be the best fighter, or a super brain, but I knew for sure they would never kick me off the team if only because of my moms cooking. I've always suspected my mothers penchant for cooking was picked up as half boredom and half proof to herself that she was capable of being a suburban single mom after her illustrious career as a costumed criminal.
As the bell rang, we filed out into the hall headed for lunch "So, oh dark and devious mistress of wickedness" Ray bantered to Penny as we walked "is anything new cooking in that cauldron of megalomaniacal glee you call a brain?" Penny had been squirrely about talking about villain stuff during science, which always meant she had something cooking that she was trying to talk herself out of. I felt it was my duty as her personal bad influence to make sure whatever she had on the backburner came to fruition.
My mad scientist BFF glanced around nervously, fiddling with the machine on her wrist without actually activating it. I'd noticed Penny touching the machine a lot when she was uncertain, but I figured it was just because it was her first invention. Thinking about it now she did seem awfully attached to the little metal bug. Granted it was useful, but I resolved to keep an eye out for any strange behavior pertaining to the machine.
Lowering her voice to not quite a whisper, so as not to get everyone interested she said "I've had an inspiration coming on for a few days. I've been trying to push it back or focus and ruin it but this one is strong. My superpower wants me to make a door. I don't know to where but it wants me to make it bad. I'm worried about what it might be given how much it likes doing damage but I'm afraid if I push this off any longer I'm going to black out and make a dozen nukes or something along with the door. I don't get the feeling it's to somewhere crazy or inhospitable, just…fun. But I don't know what my superpower considers fun."
My brow creased in worry, I'd seen penny run into inspirations like this a few times and the longer she pushed them off the worse they got. I was worried the headaches would start and legitimately hurt her, plus I have to admit, this did sound like it might be interesting. I could see the same mix of trepidation and intrigue on Rays face and we locked eyes and nodded. I turned to my nervous friend "Penny, don't worry okay. You finish it and we'll figure out whats on the other side together. Nothing can stop the inscrutable machine!" I gave a reassuring grin and pulled her in close for hug.
My best friend was amazing, but she didn't see herself very clearly. At times like this she needed Ray and I to circle the wagons and remind her that she was Bad Penny, criminal mastermind, and not just Penny Akk, middle school student. Sometimes she needed to feel like she was leaning on us, even if the truth was very much the other way around.
Lunch was a light affair, my moms cooking once again nearly causing my two friends to emit almost indecent moans of joy, which I tried not to tease them about….too much. It was over relatively fast and the rest of the day went by in a school days usual paradoxical combination of agonizingly slow and faster than I expected, and after what somehow seemed like five minutes and five days at the same time we all convened in the lair. By the time I got there Ray was handing parts to Penny while she cackled maniacally and ranted about what fools some unspecified group of people were, and how they would regret underestimating her. You know, the usual.
It only took about an hour, during which she broke about four laws of physics, and about a dozen social conventions regarding language, enough to have even me blushing, which given my moms personality is saying something. Finally after the longest sixty minutes of my life, I saw Penny slump down in that way that meant her inspiration had ended. Ray appeared behind her in a flash, ready to catch or steady her, concern on his face as he stabilized his girlfriend.
All three of us turned to look at what she'd made. It was…a door. Brown wood, gold knob, white frame, the odd thing was that the frame wasn't set into a wall. It just…sat there, upright, unsupported in the middle of the room. We turned to look at Penny who just shrugged "I got nothing this time guys. I remember it's a door, don't know where it goes or how it works. We'll have to run a few tests on it, see if its radioactive or dangerous. Maybe the machine can take a look." Penny stopped and glanced thoughtfully at the door. I suspect she would've started talking again, had that not been when the knocking started.
Ok folks this is a new one. I love the please don't tell my parents series, honestly I'm excited to do this new one. I've decided that I'm doing a crossover with Villains Code. Sadly neither series is very popular on here but it's the story I want to write so im writing it. Hoping I'll get some people reading it as rollover from my other stories. Review if you do read it, I cant wait to hear what you think.