After many rounds of Rock-Paper-Scissors, Tic-Tac-Toe, and an incident involving Logan finding a baby alligator in the pantry, it was decided that James was to go first as the 'evil villain'.
The remaining boys had left the apartment to give James some time to formulate whatever evil plan he had in store for them all. They went downstairs and into the lobby, and decided to wait there until James was ready.
"What do you think he's gonna do?" Kendall asked, curiously looking in the direction of the elevators. It's been a half hour, and there were no signs of any super villain plot going down as of yet.
Logan shrugged, "Beats me. I have no idea of what's going through the minds of James or Carlos half the time." He said as they both glanced at Carlos, who was now dressed in his El Hombre Del Flaming Space Rock Man super hero outfit, complete with a matching red helmet.
"Hey, if we're going to be super heroes to James's super villain, we need to dress the part!" Carlos said, taking a moment to pose in the middle of the Palm Woods lobby.
Suddenly, they heard a scream. "It's him! It's El Hombre!"
Girls poured into the lobby. The near-empty space was filled to the brim with teenagers in a matter of seconds, all wishing to meet El Hombre Del Flaming Space Rock Man. Kendall and Logan looked on, confused at the sight.
"What can I say?" Carlos shouted over his squealing fangirls, "El Hombre is a pretty popular hero around here!"
Kendall and Logan looked at each other, almost speechless. "Do you have any idea how that's even possible?" Logan asked. Kendall shook his head, "No! Carlos only wore those clothes, like, twice!"
Any further discussion was soon cut short due to a nasty scream coming from the upstairs apartments.
As if on cue, everyone in the lobby fell silent as they looked towards the elevator in awe. After only a few moments, the elevator doors opened, revealing...the Jennifers?
No one could believe their eyes.
The normally well-dressed fashionista's of the Palm Woods looked downright hideous in their attire.
As the girls walked out of the elevator, worry and panic filled the faces of the usually-confident trio.
On the left was the brunette Jennifer. She was wearing large, gray sweatpants, and an over-sized white shirt. She shielded her eyes from the large crowd in the lobby, trying to ignore their wide-eyed stares and slacked jaws.
On the right was the curly-haired Jennifer. Her normally cute dressy attire was instead a worn-out piece of clothing that made it look like she should've been on a farm instead of in Hollywood. It was an old-style farm dress, and all she needed to complete that 'rustic' look was a bonnet. Instead of a bonnet however, she wore sunglasses, seemingly wanting to cover her eyes from the shame that came with not wearing a designer outfit for once in her life.
In the middle was the blonde Jennifer. She attempted to look as confident and judgmental as ever, but that was hard, considering the fact her dress looked like it came from the recycling bin. It was an unflattering gray thing made out of fabric so thin and cheap that not even the least fashionable person in the universe wear it.
The three girls paraded past the crowd, walking straight towards Kendall and Logan, whom were standing near the couches.
"What is the meaning of this?" The blonde Jennifer said, motioning to her ugly dress. Kendall raised an eyebrow, "What makes you think we had anything to do with you, uh, sudden lack of fashion?" He said, somewhat amused.
The blonde Jennifer rolled her eyes. "First of all," She said, "Every time something bad happens around here, it always ends up being the fault of one of you dumb boys."
"That's actually pretty accurate." Logan commented, shrugging.
"Second of all," The brunette Jennifer started, not acknowledging the fact that Logan had said something, "Since Carlos over there is dressed in his lame-o 'super hero' costume again, for the fiftieth time, so we all know something's up."
Kendall and Logan were shocked by that statement. They didn't actually remember Carlos ever wearing that costume ever again after they recovered second album.
"And third of all," The curly-haired Jennifer finished, "At the bottom of our dressers, we found these."
At once, the three girls fished out something that looked similar to business cards. On closer inspection, Kendall and Logan saw that the little black cards only had one sentence written on it, in flashy gold letters: ANTI-FASHION MAN STRIKES AGAIN!
It didn't take long for Kendall or Logan to figure out who 'Anti-Fashion Man' was. While Logan was confused on how James was able to print business cards and sabotage wardrobes so quickly, Kendall started laughing; the fact that James thought that being un-fashionable was evil seemed hilarious to him.
The Jennifer's didn't seem to agree, though. They put those cards away, and looked at him in anger.
"Do you think this is a joke?" The brunette said, staring daggers at the laughing Knight. "Do you think that it's funny that we're dressed so...so cheaply?" She said, motioning to her plain white shirt and baggy pants.
"Do you think it's funny that we're dressed so retro?" The curly-haried Jennifer said in disgust, obviously referring to her olden-style farm outfit.
"Do you think it's funny that we're dressed so...UGLY?" The blonde Jennifer spat the last word out like a thorn.
"You three may be dressed badly, but I think you're just overreacting." Kendall said, smirking.
Logan agreed, "Yeah, bad clothing isn't something worth screaming over."
The brunette Jennifer looked at Logan incredulously. "We weren't the ones who screamed."
"Uh...yeah, you were?" Logan asked, confused. "We all heard a scream."
The brunette Jennifer glared at the boy. "Yeah. You heard a scream. Not three screams."
"The person who screamed was Camille, not us." The curly-haired Jennifer offered, causing Logan to look concerned.
"Camille? She screamed?" He croaked, his voice raising a pitch.
The blonde Jennifer nodded, "Yeah, we passed her apartment on the way down here. She was definitely the one who-hey, wait, where are you going!?" She called after Logan, who was running out the lobby and into an opened elevator.
Kendall didn't want to be left alone with three angry Jennifers, so he ran towards the opened elevator as well. "Hombre!" He called over his shoulder, "Let's go!"
Carlos, or El Hombre Del Flaming Space Rock Man, was enjoying an impromptu photo shoot/autograph session with his super hero fanbase, but El Hombre never turned down a friend's cry for help.
"Coming, super-friends!" He said, pushing his way through the crowd of screaming girls, and exiting the lobby as well, leaving the trio of poorly-dressed Jennifer's on their own.
Not bothering to wait for his friends to catch up with him, Logan ran down the hallway that led to Camille's apartment, anxiously knocking on its door once he arrived.
The door opened, revealing an older man instead of Logan's girlfriend. The man spoke, "Yeahhh, my daughter is currently crying in the middle of the floor. Did you guys break up again? You know, for the 10th time?"
"What? No!" Logan said, "We haven't broken up since last year!"
"It's only February." The man commented.
"Yeah! Last year! Look, Mr. Camille's dad, can I talk to her?"
"I have a name!" The man said, but then sighed. "Fine, you can talk to her. Just don't-you know, break up with each other. Again. We're all getting tired of that."
When Camille's dad closed the door, Kendall and Carlos finally arrived, standing behind the raven-haired boy. Kendall looked over at Carlos, surprised when he saw that his costumed friend was holding five corndogs in his hands.
"Where'd you get those?" Kendall asked.
"A superhero never reveals his secrets!" Carlos replied, finishing a corndog and throwing its stick to the ground. He began eating another.
"All we did was ride an elevator! I was with you the whole time! There's no way you could've-"
"SHHH! Guys, I'm trying to listen!" Logan shouted, motioning for Kendall to be quiet. He had his left ear pressed to the door, trying to hear what was going on inside.
"Okay...Camille's dad is talking...I hear Camille, she's shouting something, and some footsteps, and...oh!" Logan quickly backed away from the door as it opened, revealing the young, brunette girl.
"Logan!" She screamed, jumping on the boy. Kendall and Carlos took a few steps backwards in order to avoid being hit as Camille's tackle made Logan fall, landing on his back with a thud.
Logan was used to being tackled, but he wasn't used to Camille's death-grip, which was slowly suffocating the poor boy.
"Can't...breathe..." He stammered, but Camille didn't let go. Kendall quickly tried prying the girl off his friend, but she wouldn't budge.
"Carlos? A little help?" Kendall said, but the other boy refused to listen, and was busy enjoying one of his remaining corndogs. "Carlos! Logan may be dying!" He said, motioning to the boy on the floor that was turning blue in the face.
The young super hero shrugged, chewing on his food."That's not my name~~" He sang, causing Kendall to groan.
"El Hombre Del...rock...guy," The blond said, "Help me get Camille off of Logan before she kills him!"
Carlos then suddenly appeared at Kendall's side, smiling broadly. "El Hombre Del Flaming Space Rock Man is always happy to help a friend in need!" He shouted to no one in particular. The boy then took his last corndog and gave it to Kendall, who hesitantly accepted it.
The blond then shrugged, biting into the corndog as he watched Carlos pry Camille off of Logan, helping her to her feet. Logan then stood up, gasping for air. "Don't...do that...again..." He told Camille, who sheepishly grinned in response as Carlos put his hands on his hips, putting on his best commander voice.
"What seems to be the problem, young citizen?"
The three boys all looked at the sole girl, who gasped. "Well, isn't it obvious!?" She exclaimed, "Just LOOK AT ME! I look HORRIBLE!"
She started sobbing. "Black pants. Black shirt. Black leather jacket!" She cried, throwing her arms around Logan once more, however this time she didn't attempt to suffocate him.
Kendall took another bite into his corndog, chewing thoughtfully. "You kinda look like Lucy in that."
"I know! And that's the problem! I can't be dressed like Lucy! Then who will Lucy dress like? She can't dress like me, she hates anything that isn't pure black!"
"I'm sure Lucy will be just fine in whatever she's wearing." Logan said, patting his girlfriend on the back, "Besides, she doesn't even live here anymore."
Camille let go of her hug before immediately slapping Logan right on the cheek.
"Ow!" He said. "What was that for!?"
"Sometimes, you just need to slap things in order to feel better." She shrugged.
"No, you don't!" Logan exclaimed, "Look, we're just playing a game right now on who can be the most evil. James probably switched your clothes because he thought making you look all Lucy-like was pure evil, or something."
"Wait, Lucy was evil!?" Carlos gasped in shock, "I knew there was something strange about her! I mean seriously, who walks around wearing black all the time? Evil people, that's who."
Kendall gave his friend a pointed look. "Seriously, dude? She wasn't evil."
"She must've been! That's why you chose Jo, right?"
"Uh, guys..." Logan said, sounding nervous.
Kendall didn't hear him speak. "Carlos, I chose Jo because that was what my heart told me to do."
"Guys!" Logan called again, but was ignored.
"Yeah, you chose Jo because your heart told you Lucy was evil! Evil people do not wear black all the time!"
"HOW COULD YOU TWO NOT NOTICE CAMILLE TYING YOU TO SOME CHAIRS?" Logan yelled, pointing at his two friends' unusual predicament.
Carlos and Kendall both had rope around their arms, legs, and torsos, strapping them down into two wooden chairs. The two boys looked around, shocked at the fact that they had somehow not realized that someone was tying them down with rope during their conversation.
"Camille!" Kendall said, trying to break free, but failed miserably against the tight ropes. "Why did you do this?" He said, "And where did these chairs and rope come from?" He added, bewildered.
"Yeah, and why isn't Logan tied down as well?" Carlos asked.
The brunette gasped. "I could never betray my boyfriend!"
"Well, what about your friends?" Logan said, motioning to Kendall and Carlos. "Why would you betray them? You're not even playing the game!"
"Uh, yeah I am!" Camille said, explaining. "When James broke into my room to switch my clothes, I caught him in the act. Then he told me about this game, and I decided that I really wanted to play, so we devised a plan on how to catch you three!"
So, all of that crying and screaming...?" Kendall questioned, "You were just acting?"
Camille nodded, "Yeah, I'm a great actress."
"I told you people who wore black were evil." Carlos mumbled, but then spoke louder, "Camille! You shall not get away with this! Mere rope cannot hold El Hombre Del Flaming Space Rock Man!" He started squirming against his seat, trying to wiggle out of the impossibly-tight rope.
Logan then thought about what his girlfriend had said. "Wait a minute. You said you and James planned on catching all of us...you didn't catch me, though."
"Yes...because I'll be the one catching you." An unmistakable voice said, stepping out of Camille's apartment door.
It was James. He was dressed in a costume that looked just like Bandanna Man's, but instead of wearing purple bandanna's, he wore black.
"Kendall...James is wearing the color of evil!" Carlos whispered, but Kendall ignored him. "James! Look, okay, you've won. Just let us go!"
"James? I do not know this 'James' you speak of." The other boy said, posing with his hands on his hips as his cape flew behind him in an invisible wind. "I'm...Anti-Fashion Man." He offered, then pointed a finger at Logan. "YOU!" He said, "You're next!"
"AHHH!" Logan screamed, terrified. He turned around and ran straight down the hall.
James cracked his knuckles. "Anti-Fashion Man does loves a good challenge." He said, to no one in particular. James then broke into a sprint, following Logan down the hallway.
"AHHHHHH!" Logan continued to scream, pushing the other Palm Woods residents out of the way as he continued to run. Part of him wondered why he was acting like this, after all it was just a game.
But another part of him didn't want to lose, not in the first round, at least.
Logan ran to the end of the hallway, opening a door that revealed the stair case. He knew he didn't have much time before James caught up to him; the bandanna-wearing boy was the fastest band member of them all. With no time to lose, he started running down the steps. He didn't dare look behind him, but he could hear another pair of feet join him on his decent down the apartment complex.
Gasping for breath, Logan got off the stair case at the second floor, running into the hallway. He heard a shout from behind, "Ha! Anti-Fashion Man knows where you're heading, and nothing in there can save you!"
The raven-haired boy ran straight to Apartment 2J and opened the door, thankful for the fact that no one ever locked it during the day. He ran past the kitchen, giving a quick "Hello!" to Mrs. Knight and Katie, whom were both eating a late breakfast. They stared at him, watching the boy run into the bedrooms at lightning speed.
The girls were confused at first, but then their confusion doubled when James ran into the apartment as well while wearing a black-bandanna version of his usual super hero costume. "Anti-Fashion Man would normally attack any unsuspecting citizen he sees by putting them in terrible clothing." He said, looking at the girls. But then he sighed, "However, it looks like Anti-Fashion Man's help is unneeded with you two ladies. I'll be off, then."
James took off after Logan once more, running into the bedrooms. From the breakfast table, Mrs. Knight calmly sipped her tea. "Katie, after you're done eating, I want you to figure out whatever game they're playing and ruin the fun for them."
"Sure, mom."
James walked down the short hallway, kicking the first door open. It led into Logan and Kendall's shared room, however it was clear that no one was inside. "You might as well give up now!" He yelled as he kicked open the next bedroom's door, which was Katie's. No one was inside. "Surrender to Anti-Fashion Man, and he might just go easy on you!"
"I'll never surrender!" Logan called from the room next over. His voice came from James and Carlos's bedroom.
The dark bandanna man quickly made his way into the bedroom, looking around. Two beds sat on one side of the small area, and on the other side there were three wardrobes and two dressers. Carlos got only the closet for his clothing, whereas James got to keep his abundance of clothes in the wardrobes and dressers. Logan had the closet door opened, grabbing Carlos's clothing and mixing it into James's. James's normally pressed and ironed pants were thrown haphazardly on the floor, and his in-season shirts were touching Carlos's never-in-season jackets.
"What are you doing!?" James yelled, picking his clothes off from the floor as fast as he could. "You can just throw stream-pressed shirts and ironed pants on the floor! Now I'm going to have to wash them again!"
Logan didn't listen, instead focusing his attention to one of the dresser's, taking out some of the neatly folded clothing and replacing it with some of Carlos's shirts. "I'm just doing a little re-decorating!" He said, stuffing the drawer full with foreign clothes.
"No, no, no, stop!" James said, dropping the clothing he was holding on his bed before running to Logan's side. He pushed the other boy away, and looked at the awful sight before him. "Carlos's clothes can't touch mine!" He said, throwing a purple striped jacket back into the closet. He rummaged in his drawer for more garments to take out. "Carlos has bad fashion. So if his shirts touch my shirts, I might become unfashionable as well-LOGAN, STOP!" He yelled.
The boy in question had taken out James's suits and ties from a wardrobe, and replaced them with Carlos's less-than-stellar attire. "I won't stop." Logan said, throwing yet another one of James's expensive jackets onto the floor. "Not until you surrender first!"
"Anti-Fashion Man won't surrender!" James gritted his teeth, standing up. "I'm still stronger than you!"
The brunette took a step forward, but immediately stopped when Logan whipped out a permanent marker.
"Take one step closer, and this shirt gets it!" Logan said, bringing the marker closer to a shirt that still hung in the wardrobe. "Hmm, looks like this one's made out of silk...it'd be sad if someone were to draw all over it."
James gasped. "You can't do that; stains don't wash out of silk!"
Logan brought the marker closer to the fabric. The very tip of the Sharpie was only a few inches away from a sleeve.
"Nooo, stop!" James said, falling onto his knees in anguish. The marker moved closer to the shirt. "Please-!?" James reached out to Logan, who merely moved the marker head even closer. It was a mere centimeters away from touching the fabric.
"Okay, fine! I give up!" James said, ripping off his bandanna cape. "I don't like this game anymore."
"YES!" Logan exclaimed happily. He put the cap back onto the marker and threw it off to the side. "I've won round 1!"
"Hey, wait a second. You didn't win anything." James said, standing back up. He was somehow not in his black bandanna man costume anymore, instead he was dressed in what he had on before the game started. "The winner is whoever made the best evil plan, not whoever stops it. And I get to choose who the next evil person's gonna be."
James put his hand to his chin, thinking. "The next evil person will be..."
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Bleep Blop Bloop, on to round 2!
This time, you can choose from Kendall, Logan, Carlos, or Camille! Leave your choice of who you want to be the next evil person in the review section!
I wrote the ending of this while watching Big Time Marvin. I felt real bad for the alien boys. Marvin killed them with helium. How rude.
I love Lucy. Too bad she isn't in this story. It takes place after season three ends. How sad.
Edit: Voting closed! Winner is Carlos!