Pikatwig: *sits down and sets a bag of jelly beans down by him, checking up on a vlog uploading*
KKD: *Walks in, stretching a bit as he woke up* Morning, Pika.
Pikatwig: Heya.
KKD: Finally posting that prologue?
Pikatwig: Yea. *works on saving the file onto the portable hard-drive and then posting it* Oh, and today is when the first episode of Power Rangers Ninja Steel airs
KKD: Cool. I'm kinda curious to see how different it'll be from Ninninger.
Pikatwig: It's pretty dang different. ...random aside, I don't see a familial resemblance between the Blue Ninja Steel Ranger's actor to Koda's actor.
KKD: Maybe it's the hair messing you up.
Pikatwig: Maybe. *plucks out four jelly beans, looks at three of them and puts the brown ones back in the bag*
KKD: What was that for?
Pikatwig: I hate root beer. It's disgusting.
KKD: Oh… ok. *checks time* Anyway, shall we try writing something?
Pikatwig: Wait… *posts vlog* Yep. We're good to do so.
KKD: Cool. So… um… anything we missing?
Pikatwig: Maybe something to set the mood? *pulls up SomeCallMeJohnny's review of Batman: Arkham Asylum… then pulls up the video for the Ninja Steel theme song* I love this theme already.
KKD: I guess. *pulls out Disclaimers* Here we go.
Disclaimers: Neither KKD Silver nor Pikatwig own anything within this story except for any original concepts such as this particular story concept, and any original characters within. The rest belong to their respective owners such as Marvel Comics, DC Comics, Stan Lee, etc.
Pikatwig: First episode was pretty good. Let's review it in the future.
KKD: Ok.
Pikatwig: ...only major hope, apart from having MidoNinger, is that the 'make my monster grow' thing isn't another space lazer.
KKD: Fingers crossed.
On a planet that was many light-years away from the Earth, there sat a very peculiar planet the rotated around a red sun. The planet was simply known as Kyptoation, a planet within a field of gamma radiation. For millennia. It was seen as a peaceful world, as drawing out anger was the last thing that ANYBODY on the planet would want to do, however, that would change when one particular young boy was born. He was simply known as Kal-El. The young boy was born to a relatively kind mother, Lara, and a father, Jor-El, who was a wrestler and prone to letting his anger out. Jor-El, though, had some tendencies to let his anger out… too much.
"Stupid brat, shut up!" Jor-El yelled in anger, smacking Kal-El one day when he was crying.
"Jor-El! Stop!" Lara yelped as she ran over to her son, "He's just hungry, there's no need to hit him."
"I love to hit things!" he growled, at first trying to calm down, but Kal-El just made it hard for him when he didn't stop crying, "SHUT UP!"
This was a common occurrence around their home, but Lara did her best to make sure her son wasn't hurt. However, when she wasn't around, Jor-El had beaten Kal-El to the point of near-death… several times. Each time Lara found out and was close to giving into her own anger.
One day…
"Where's my son?!" Lara asked in worry as she ran into a hospital.
"He's been brought to intensive care. His heart briefly stopped, but we got it going again," a doctor informed Lara, the mother being escorted to where Kal-El was kept, his heart beating erratically, "Ugh… some of the medical systems are going off-line. I need to go."
Thus, the doctor headed off to get some of the gear fixed. Lara just cried to herself, staring at her little boy with tears in her eyes.
She had soon bought a rocket and put her asleep son into it, with intent to get into the rocket with him, taking him to a safer place away from Kryptoation.
"Goodbye everybody…" she muttered as she was about to climb into the rocket.
"Not so fast!" Jor-El yelled as he yanked her away from the rocket, "What did you do to our house and all my trophies?!"
"I got rid of them for this rocket," she informed, "You've been too abusive to our son and even to me recently. You keep letting your anger rule you a-"
She was then punched upside the head and right into the launch button for the rocket, causing it to seal up and prepare to fly off.
"NO!" she yelled, attempting to deactivate the launch sequence, but it was too late as the countdown was beginning. Jor-El began to smack his wife around a bit, but managed to crack open part of the rocket. Lara managed to evade his grasp and get to the hole, but it was simply to small for her to fit into.
"...goodbye my baby…" she whimpered, leaning in and placing one final kiss on his forehead, Kal-El whimpering a bit upon seeing his mother do that before the rocket took off past the atmosphere, "...I'll miss you…"
Lara began to cry before she turned and saw a bright flash erupting.
"What? Is… our sun going supernova?!" Jor-El gasped.
Lara's eyes just widened as the sun continued to explode, but she saw that Kal-El's rocket was a safe enough distance to not be caught up in the blast. She simply smiled as she waved goodbye one final time, the blasts from the sun soon making the planet crumble apart and explode itself…
Due to the ship's design, Kal-El was unaffected by the traveling speed of lightspeed, passing by planets, stars, solar systems, and even several galaxies until the ship slowly ran out of fuel and got caught up in the gravitational field of a planet that was primarily blue from space with several visible landmasses. It soon started to speed up upon entering the atmosphere of the planet and landing in a field in Smallville, Kansas. The crash landing was loud enough to attract the attention of a particular couple of farmers, seeing what remained of the rocket after it had burnt up in the atmosphere, and the baby Kal-El sitting in it.
"John, look!" the woman gasped as she slowly picked up the baby, "...the heavens have finally blessed us with a baby…"
"It came in a rocket…" her husband blinked.
"...nobody ever said heaven didn't have rockets,"
Her husband was about to respond, but shrugged it off and helped her get the baby boy out of rocket.
It had been a couple of months since that fateful day and Kal-El, now Bruce Kent, had been found by his adoptive Earth parents and was being raised by them happily. One fateful day, Bruce was teething on a pillow, when his dad saw this.
"No Bruce, let go of the pillow," he told him.
Bruce started to whimper before he began to have a bit of a temper tantrum as a result, his eyes looking to change from their usual brown to a bright green for a split second, and he began to bang the ground… causing a small quake to begin to generate. Bruce's parents gasped and got to cover quickly in response when Bruce began to calm down a little after seeing his parents looking so scared. He then went back to teething the pillow as John and Martha came out from their hiding spots.
"...wait… Martha? ...Did the Earthquake stop when Bruce…?" John noticed.
"Oh! Bruce!" she gasped as she ran over and hugged him, "Are you ok? I was so worried…"
Bruce looked up at Martha and stopped teething the pillow before hugging her happily.
"...that was weird…" John muttered.
Years went by as Bruce grew up, occasionally seen conversing with an imaginary friend, and eventually Bruce began to go to school.
"Hey, dork," a bully yelled as he walked over to Bruce, "Fork over your lunch money!"
"...why?"
"Because I said so!"
"Go away, Banner," Bruce said, trying to shrug off the larger boy.
Banner simply shoved Bruce around a bit, making Bruce growl, eyes starting to turn green as he got mad and shoved Banner so hard, a mach cone of sorts formed around him and he went tumbling into a water fountain.
"...whoops…"
Bruce sat in a corner in his home, having been grounded for what happened. He was crying about what had happened, obviously saddened that he made such a mistake.
"I… I can't believe I hurt somebody…" he whimpered, "I'm not that kind of person."
'People hurt you… you need to hurt back. Make them pay for making you unhappy…' a voice spoke in his mind.
"I won't… I don't want people to be hurt…"
Bruce seemed to grip his head in pain as his mother walked over to him.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
"...M-Mom? I didn't mean to hurt him! It just happened; I tried to tell him no, but he just pushed and suddenly I got angry and then… he was there…" he whimpered, Martha coming over and hugging Bruce to comfort him, "I'll try to never hurt people again… I promise…"
Martha simply smiled and kissed his forehead, Bruce smiling in response as the voice in his mind attempted to yell at him but Bruce completely ignored him.
Years had passed, and Bruce had not only graduated from college, but also became a reporter and a minor scientist. In particular, he found the science behind Gamma rays interesting for some reason.
"Hey Smallville," a female called out, this woman having brown hair, blue eyes, and was wearing a light blue jacket, green undershirt, purple skirt and brown high heels, "What's up?"
"Very funny, Betty," Bruce responded.
She giggled as she sat down next to him.
"As for what I'm doing, well, I'm working on researching OttoCorp," he informed, "Mr. Otto Luthor seems to have been doing some shady things over in Gotham and New York, but no one can seem to figure out what that is… combined with his public image."
"He keeps claiming that the 'Terror' who stops villains is a villain. Seems kinda contradictory considering that 'Terror' does seem to work with good guys for the most part."
"Indeed…"
Bruce couldn't help but think of when he had let his anger take control to battle a few villains in Metropolis… only to cause a significant amount of damage to the area around him in combat.
"Something wrong, Bruce?" Betty asked, noticing Bruce was spacing out.
"Oh… just thinking."
Betty gave a nod before smiling at him, "So… do you want to go to dinner tonight? I was hoping we could go and have some Italian or Japanese."
"Uh… sure, I don't see why not," Bruce shrugged.
Over in the main OttoCorp building in Metropolis, we focus on the labs of Otto Luthor himself, a man with a bald head, with a toupee of short black hair nearby, wearing black lab goggles, in a green trenchcloak with black highlights over a silver shirt, black pants and shoes as he was working on an armor that would help him kill the terror that was threatening the world.
"At last… after all these years my warsuit will be finished!" he smirked, finishing up a green and black suit of armor that stood 12 feet tall, had large ports on the back, octopus arms that were still being developed, and a battle axe being made from theta radiated rocks from Kryptoation, "Need to thank Dark Thanos for giving me the warsuit… he shall be able to rule a small portion of the Earth."
Once he finished the last tweaks to his suit, Otto looked towards a camera and watched the Terror rampaging across Smallville and damaging property, "He must be stopped… no matter what."
With that, Otto climbed into the suit and began to test his limits within it.
"Now then, arm functions… check. Legs operational… check. Extra limbs…" he paused and began to walk around using octopus like legs that came out of the back ports, "Check. Let's get this guy out in the open…"
Bruce and Betty were both eating some pasta, safely enjoying their peaceful time together. The two were simply enjoying the evening, before something caused the ground to shake. Shocked by this, they looked out the window to see Dr. Luthor was walking around. Betty stepped back while Bruce had slipped away from the room.
"Bruce? ...where'd he go?" Betty gawked, looking around to find him.
At that moment, Bruce had snuck his way to the back, anger whelming up in him about how Dr. Luthor had ruined his date. With that anger, he growled as his eyes became a bright green, his body began to increase in size, muscles bulging outwards as his suit began to fall off, and his skin slowly became green along with his hair. His grunts of pain turned into growls and roars before he now had a tattoo of a red 'S' in a red diamond along the center of his chest, his growth stopping at 11 feet tall. Now also donning a purple cape & shorts, he leaped outside, smashing through the wall before turning to stare down Dr Luthor.
"Ah yes, the Terror shows himself! It is time for us to fight, you gamma-irradiated monster!"
"Kal-El… SMASH!" he roared, leaping up before slamming his fists onto the suit's arm, but it didn't even dent the armor.
"Nice try," Luthor grinned as his mechanical octopus arms popped out and grabbed the Terror by the arm and flung him into a building, shattering the wall before he walked over on his tentacle arms, "You're just a giant beast! I wonder if you even have a brain in there, Terror."
The Terror, in response, tackled the Warsuit in a way it would be unable to use the octopus arms, before it ripped the octopus arms clean out. Terror then swung the tentacles, roaring before using them like whips, smacking Luthor clean out of the suit and right into his building, which caused it to lose a support beam. The Terror quickly ran over and held up the building, managing to save several people.
"...Go! Run!" Terror told them, the bystanders running away, while he tried his best to keep the thing held up, with Betty managing to get pictures of his heroic acts.
"This will make great press for the Planet." Betty smiled.
Seeing this, Luthor saw his opening and readied the Warsuit's axe, the blade glowing a bright green as he stood up and held the axe over the Terror, "Say goodbye, Terror!"
Luthor slashed the axe across Terror's back, making him roar in pain and loose a bit of his grip on the building. However, the giant continued to hold up the building, the slash on his back starting to heal, but his green blood was already leaking a bit. He whimpered a bit as he held up the building despite the pain. Once he saw everyone else was out, he turned to see the axe about to be impaled into his back, only for the Warsuit to begin to malfunction.
"What?! No! What's wrong with my suit?!" Luthor gawked, seeing he was stuck before the Terror moved to drop the support beam and the building began to fall apart, "MY BUILDING!"
"Your own fault," The Terror responded with a smirk before he flew off, leaving Luthor to substitute the support beam with his axe.
"This is quite the story," Bruce commented, seeing the story of The Terror saving the day.
"Shame you weren't there, Smallville," Betty laughed.
"I don't think I would've been able to do such a great job,"
Betty simply laughed a little as she walked out.
'Look at this… you're a hero now.'
'Kal-El… not horror?'
'Nope.'
'Well… that better than when Kal-El first appear as he is now.'
'I'll say.' Bruce smiled as he continued to read the paper, not seeing a story about an iron defender in the city of Gotham…
Pikatwig: So… we're done with the first chapter in a day. ...mind my asking how it took us nearly two years to finish the PROLOGUE?!
KKD: I dunno, you just seemed to shy away from anything Marvel for a time.
Pikatwig: And we both seemed to forget this story even existed. Heck, I actually wanted to work on it, but I couldn't even remember what we called this story.
*Over in a corner, Bruce Kent simply bonked his head against the wall*
Pikatwig: Now, you may all be wondering, why Superman mixed with the Hulk? Both are incredibly strong, put up mental barriers to hold their powers back, and… that's about it.
KKD: Keep in mind, most of the fusions we make are just based on a few common comparisons we've seen people make, and some later down the line just felt like they worked based on other characters we've fused.
Pikatwig: I kind of personally liked how Otto ended up needing to suffer for his attacking of Kal-El the Terror. And yes, it's a fusion of Dr. Octopus and Lex Luthor. That would've been before Linkara review Superman vs. The Amazing Spider-Man, so… motivation there was that they're both doctors. And no, we're not reusing the Amalgam Comics fusion of Ben Reilly and Superboy.
*clip*
Superboy Prime: I'll kill you! I'll kill you to death!
*end clip*
Pikatwig: DANGIT, NOT THAT SUPERBOY!
KKD: Besides, he was technically called 'Spider-Boy', and that's stupid. It sounds more like a sidekick for Spider-Man, and that's less dignified than what I heard Spidey give a potential nickname for one in the second Spidey Playstation game*
*clip from Spider-Man 2: Enter Electro*
Spider-Man: Quick, Spider-Lad! You stop the plane and I'll get the bad guys! ...Oh, wait… I don't have a sidekick.
*end clip*
Pikatwig: Eh, with Miles in the same universe, there's sidekick right there. ...don't lie, Miles is the closest thing that Peter has to a sidekick.
KKD: ...Eh, you're right.
Pikatwig: *thinks and then writes down a possible way for Miles to be in the story* Regardless… I think my favorite part was when Martha gave Bruce a comforting hug. That was simply sweet.
KKD: That was sweet. And I think that was the closest to my favorite as well, tied with the Terror's battle at the end.
Pikatwig: And we now end this off and go do something else. Just Live More.
KKD: Jaa ne.