It was a dark and stormy night, where a big house sat atop a of a hill. The house was empty, not a sound to be heard. Except in the lab, where two people were doing some evil science for bodega destruction. One was a tall purple man with a solid build, he wore lab coat over a black shirt and beige pants. This was Professor Venomous, level -7 professor of evil technology. The other was a short and chubby with white skin and a what looks like a chicken leg for a hand, he wears a white dress shirt and black pants. This was Boxman, former CEO of Boxmore Enterprises and now number two in Venomous' lab. Venomous found in digging through his trash and eventually invited him into their home after the plaza-obsesses robotics expert showed him the thrill of getting blown up by heroes, it's less sad than it sounds. The two were good partners, even though Venomous gets easily annoyed by Boxman's goofy antics and obsession with destroying Lakewood Plaza Turbo. The two were just finishing up their latest project.

"Okay, just one last drop of the highly explosive chemical fluid. Too much and all our hard work is ruined, so you have to be extremely careful not too-"

"Can you stop that."

"Oh sorry."

Boxman stepped away as Venomous was hanging a little test tube over a tank of the machine, just one last drop. Even though he's usually calm and collected, this was an extremely time consuming project that took them 9 months to even figure out how to idiot proof the system. "Finally, after three agonizing years. It's finally going to be completed, just...one...last...…"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSS"

GAH!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

When the smoke cleared up, all that was left was Venomous and Boxman. Their project was totally destroyed, and all that was left was a room covered in ash. Venomous sighed as he removed the blacked out goggles, "Just great, there goes three years I'll never get back."

Boxman coughed up the smoke, ash, and parts that ended up in his mouth. "Can't (cough) get anything (cough, cough) done without the rat interfering!"

"Well, I'll go see what's bothering her this time." Venomous said before going behind a folding screen and back out in a fresh new change of clothes.

"Okay, I'll just clean up all this parts, and maybe get started on rebuilding our project." Boxman said as Venomous walked out of the door, he picked up a piece before it turned to ash. He sighed, "This is gonna take a while."

(With Venomous)

The tall villain had entered the living room, where he found a certain mint green minion of his. Who was currently face down crying up a storm and soaking up the armrest of the couch, he groaned as he facepalmed. "What happened this time Fink?"

Fink the Rat, minion and unofficial daughter of Professor Venomous. Though mischievous to a fault, she always stays loyal to her boss. Even when she's about 18 going into her last year of evil high school she stays by his side, she donned a more mature version of her sleeveless lab coat dress. She now had pink fingerless gloves and grey small heeled boots, and she had a tiny earring on her left ear. Her dark green hair was now longer and reached her lower back, and her tail was still there.

At the moment the mutant rat woman was dealing with some... high school problems, as Venomous can tell on how her eyes were pink and puffy when she lifted her head up to face him. "Devon Ramgo!" she cried.

Venomous kneeled down next to her and patted her back, he always had a like a father-daughter type of relationship with Fink. "Let me guess, he-"

"HE DUMPED ME FOR MY BIGGEST RIVAL MALA!"

"WHAT?!" Boxman yelled as he interjected himself into the conversation, "That lowlife charlatan left you for that attention hoarding winch!? Why the next time I see that little demon, I will shove the hottest iron I can find and shove it straight up his ungrateful ass!"

"That's enough Boxman." the shorter villain piped down as Venomous continued to comfort the young adult rat lady.

"The worst part is, he was gonna be my date to Villain Prom. Which is in two weeks and everyone else is already taken, I'm the only left without a date." Fink said through a river of tears.

Venomous looked down as he contemplated what to do, until Boxman had a solution.

"I know just the thing to show that fool Devon Ramgo what he's missing, how about you bring a different boy and he will be so dang jealous. He will be begging for you to take him back. Eh?"

Venomous just gave him a blank stare, "Boxman, you have got to stop binge watching all those high school dramas. This is real life, it will never-"

"Actually, that could work."

"Really?" Venomous and Boxman questioned, the former in confusion and the latter in glee.

"Yeah!" Fink the flipped off the couch and onto the coffee table "That Devon Ramgo will rue the day when he sees me in with a much better guy than him, I'll just get some lame sucker to be my escort the villain prom and Devon will lose it! But I need a certain type for this plan, I need the opposite of Devon Ramgo. Someone who is super nice and naïve, someone who is a gentleman, someone who is so sickeningly pure they have no choice but to assist whenever he hears the word: Help!" she was so busy monologuing she accidently turned on the TV, which brought up the news.

I'm Dynamite Watkins of Action 52 News, where local pro hero and all around helper KO has just rescued fifty first graders from a raging wildfire during a camping field trip.

Fink turned to the screen which displayed a tall and kinda buff hero with a white undershirt, blue vest, blue shorts, and red sweatbands on his fore head and wrists was being praised and congratulated by a mob of paparazzi.

KO: Have no fear, hope has arrived... Because I am here!

Fink then had a creepy smile form on her face as she stared at the now adult version of her favorite hero to mess with as a kid, and through middle and high school.

"Yes, he's the one. hehehehehe."