Nine
October 31, 1975
Mr. Incredible,
It's Halloween. Still no answer. But of course I went as you! I don't really care much about the candy—it's costumes I like wearing. The super suit just felt so real! I'm keeping the mask as my own. Protection of identity is important, you know! But I know I'm not you. It's a costume, like I said.
But I want to be Super. Not strong like you (I've realized I can't do that!) or like, mind-bending ice or something, but Super Intellectual, like an assistant. Like your assistant, if you'd let me be! I'm still working on the idea, but I think I've almost got it. I'm going to make my own super suit tonight. It'll be based off yours, but different!
Just think: I'm great on the computer, I have dozens of inventions, I could be a great match with your strength!
Mom told me she's sick of me. She told me to get outside and stay outside, and take a walk. She said she's sick of spending all Dad's money on my medication. She said she's tired of people telling her I'm a genius.
I don't know what to say to her.
-Buddy
PS: I'm president of your fan club now. It was unanimous. Everyone said I'm too obsessed with you not to be.
