Disclaimer: I do not own Disney or any of the movies or characters. I do however own Wesley and Olivia.

Forward: This chapter is…I like it. A new villain is introduced, which I'm not sure how well I got them in character. After all, I only saw the movie they appeared in, once and back when it was in theaters. So I hardly remember any of the movie let alone the characterization. Doesn't stop me from trying though! I hope you like this! (Sorry it took me so long to update. I was working on other stuff and schools ending so I've been busy with that as well…)

For the next couple of days Wesley was left alone in the bell tower and it was a miracle that he had not begun to go crazy yet. Perhaps that was the villains master plan, turn the kid ax crazy and then mold him into a weapon. Well, Wesley was no tool and he refused to succumb to the madness. Instead he chose to use his free time thinking, being as that was the only option left. Looking out the window, Wesley could no longer remain undisturbed by the sight before him. Before they had looked like normal, average, boring people. But now they looked so…innocent. But in Wesley's opinion that was one of the biggest crimes of all. How dare they be innocent while he had to suffer? How was that fair? Grabbing the figurines in frustration, Wesley continued on his epic he had created for them. With all the free time, short stories with these figurines were getting dull. They needed an epic adventure, something worthy of the legendary heroes…like Odysseus or Hamlet. Anything was better then what he was living now. Suddenly there came a knock on the door and Wesley sighed dramatically. By now it was mostly show. Sure, he didn't like the guests that came in…especially Dr. Facilier. But anyone was better then no one at all.

"Oh great…" Wesley muttered. "Dr. Facilier?" He shouted, so as to be heard. "Frollo?" Instead of the usual reply, there was an eerie silence that followed. "…somebody?" Wesley asked, starting to get fearful now. After all, what if it was one of the truly terrifying Disney villains? Like The Evil Queen or Maleficent or something? When the door opened, Wesley could hardly look for fear that the person before him would turn him into a mouse or some other much more horrific form of torture. The person who appeared before him however, was nothing like what he expected. He was….worse. It was Syndrome, from the Incredibles. Smirking at Wesley, Syndrome strode across the room to him as though he owned the place.

"Watcha' doing?" Syndrome asked. "Playing with toys? Seems a bit lame for the newest villain on the block to be doing." Wesley raised his eyebrow at the comment. Were the villains really cocky enough to believe that their plan to turn him into a weapon was really going to work?

"Newest villain? Please. I'm not looking to be evil, thanks. I just want to go home." Wesley insisted, starting to get bugged by this all. He didn't want some lame 'Heroes Fall' or 'Villainous Descent' or whatever it was called. All he wanted was to be back home with his ordinary semi-peaceful life.

"Yeah, right. I heard about you. Still not accepting it, huh?" Syndrome asked, as though Wesley turning to a villain was destined. Nothing Wesley wanted mattered into the equation.

"There is nothing to accept." Wesley replied, coldly.

"Sure, sure. So what kind of story do you have going on here?" Syndrome asked, switching the topic to another direction. He motioned towards the figurines and Wesley suddenly got self conscience. The stories he was creating were dumb fantasies and completely lame. Even a Disney villain could see that.

"…nothing. It's dumb, anyway." Wesley replied, shrugging nonchalantly. Syndrome however was barely listening to Wesley and his eyes lit up in excitement.

"Whaaaat?" Syndrome asked, holding out the 'a' for much longer then it was intended to be held for. "Is it a superhero story? Man, I used to love superhero stories! I was all about them when I was your age! What's the superhero's name, huh? You have an evil villain? How'd he get evil? Mutant goop? Parents died? Avenging the death of his long-lost brother he just found out he had?" Wesley blinked up at the villain, hardly taking in any of what he'd just said. He was talking a mile a minute and quite caught up in his geeky tirade.

"Well, no…" Wesley replied, nervously. "…it's darker then that. I gave up believing in those stories a long time ago." There was a pause and Wesley could have sworn that he saw Syndrome smirk. As the silence grew longer, Wesley's feeling of unease rose. "What are you doing here, anyway? Don't you have The Incredible family to be terrorizing?" Wesley sneered. They wiped the grin off the nerds face to Wesley's satisfaction.

"Well, not yet." Syndrome sighed. "But I'm working on a new plan! Not right now though, right now…let's call this little meet-and-greet a lunch break. Because hey man," He spread out his arms wide and yelled loudly "who doesn't love free lunch! Huh?" Wesley rolled his eyes at the wannabe villain's over-the-top antics. Syndromes expression immediately changed to a much more serious one then, one that Wesley was ashamed to admit was a bit…well, frightening. He crossed his arms and slowly leaned forward, invading Wesley's personal space. "I was asked specifically to come visit you today." Wesley gulped, but tried to keep his tough front up nonetheless.

"Well aren't you special?"

"Very, thanks. But before we get back to business, why don't we go outside?" Syndrome replied smoothly. Wesley stifled a laugh at that. Like he would ever be seen outside with this loser.

"While you're in that god-awful costume? No thanks." Wesley sneered. After all, that awful was just…hideous. It was so gaudy and over-the-top, everything that Wesley hated. Just being out in public with a guy in that suit would be an embarrassment,

"Hey! Don't. Diss. The costume!" Syndrome shouted, getting extremely defensive. "It's not like anyone will notice us, anyway. You ever seen a real life invisibility shield?" Well, clearly he would be seeing one now. With that being said, Syndrome leaped out the window, gliding down like some form of a monkey. Wesley was forced to follow, as much as heights unnerved him.

"Are you sure people can't see us?" Wesley asked, as they landed safely on the ground. Syndrome laughed, patting (well, more of slapping roughly) Wesley on the back.

"You did hear me say 'invisibility shield', correct? Don't worry! We'll be fine!" Syndrome assured him, but Wesley couldn't say that he trusted the man's word. After all, villains were notorious for overlooking small details.

"All right…" Wesley answered hesitantly. "…so what's your agenda? Bring out my childhood trauma? Throwing 'mutant goop' at me as you put it?" Wesley asked sarcastically. He knew what this was really about and it wasn't just 'chilling out'.

"Nah, the Doc already did that for me!" Syndrome replied, referring to Doctor Facilier. "I'm just here for a nice chat!" Wesley really doubted that.

"Oh, even better."

"Hey, I have an idea! What do you say to getting out of here?" Syndrome suggested with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Wesley looked at him as though he were nuts. They had already left the bell-tower and the only way "out of here" would be to go back home and to the real world.

"We are out of here. Do you mean go back home?" Wesley asked, getting impatient. It was nice to wish, even if he knew that there was little chance that they would be going back there.

"No, I don't have the power to do that!" Syndrome said, than paused as though he had said something he wasn't meant to have said. "Not…yet…anyway…just a trip to another world. Perhaps a movie with some yummy snacks. Hey, have you been to the new French place?" Syndrome rambled. Wesley scoured his mind for a French place and he arrived at the conclusion that Syndrome either meant Ratatouie or Beauty and the Beast. Well, Beauty and the Beast wasn't a restaurant so….

"You do know that a rat cooks the food there, right?" Wesley asked, slightly disgusted at the thought. Sure, the idea was cute in a kids movie. In real life however, Wesley preferred his food to be human made.

"Seriously? That's awesome!" Syndrome gushed. Of course he would like that. He was just the sort of Disney weirdo to accept these kinds of things. "So where do you want to go?"

"Well…I suppose Ratatouie doesn't sound too bad…" Wesley admitted, with no other option coming to mind. Besides, even though a rat cooked the food at least it was edible. And the reviews had all been good for the restaurant according to the movie. So why not?

"Ratatouie?"

"The new French restaurant." Wesley expanded. How he knew more about Disney then a Disney character himself was beyond him. Well, not really. After all, this was Syndrome we were talking about here.

"Oh, awesome! I knew I'd rub off on you eventually!" Syndrome said with a wink and nudge. Wesley grumbled under his breath, uncomfortable and annoyed.

"So how do we get there?" Wesley asked, continuing the conversation onto a less uncomfortable pathway.

"We'll have to make a break-in." Syndrome replied, as though sharing a guarded secret. "There's a portal hidden deep underground, in a land where no man has ever gone!" He leaned in dramatically and whispered the last part. "A secret lair, actually." Wesley pretended to be interested, but only for a moment. It was easy enough to figure out what 'secret lair' he meant, being this was one of Wesley's favorite movies.

"Oh! Do you mean the Court of Miracles?" Wesley asked, stomping effectively on Syndromes spirit. He couldn't help but smile triumphantly at having upset the melodramatic villain. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, after all!

"Oh, come on! How did you know that?" Wesley just smirked, refusing to say a thing. They walked the rest of the way to the court, which happened to be a very long walk. The entire time Syndrome babbled on about who knows what, to which Wesley eventually tuned him out. After all, he had had much practice in the skill during his childhood. Eventually they reached the gravestone and Wesley almost heaved a giant sigh of relief at having finished that long and torturous journey. But being dramatic was Syndromes weakness, not Wesley's. It didn't take long to get through the dark and dank tunnels underneath the tomb but it was a bit hard to be quiet the whole time. Finally they reached the area where the gypsies were concentrated and Wesley noticed a portal lying on a stage before them. Before Wesley could walk towards the portal however, Syndrome pulled him back. Wesley turned to him in surprise and annoyance to which Syndrome only widened his smile.

"Hey kid. Watch this." Syndrome instructed quietly. In return, Wesley crossed his arms but followed the order. He almost didn't want to see what the villain was doing, nonetheless be a part of it. It was then that Syndrome turned off the invisibility shield, effectively alerting the gypsies to their presence.

"Why did you do that?" Wesley hissed, shocked that Syndrome could be that dumb.

"Shut up!" Syndrome ordered, looking pissed off and surprisingly threatening. Wesley immediately stopped talking out of fear. "Now just listen and pay attention, my young apprentice." Syndrome smirked. Turning back to the crowd, Syndrome let out a loud evil laugh that echoed through the room. "Hello everybody! How are y'all doing?" Syndrome shouted as though he were an MC. The gypsies in turn gaped at Wesley and Syndrome. Syndrome raised an eyebrow and grinned, while Wesley blushed and looked away. "No response? Oh, you guys are a bore! I hate bores! They are just a drag, you know? Anyway, you see where I am now? The portal, that's right! I'm going to use this portal to transfer into another world and you know what the best part is? None of you can do a thing to stop me. Think on that, gypsies! You never expected the famous Syndrome to come, now did you?" The gypsies whispered amongst themselves, clearly not recognizing the so-called "famous" villain's name. "No you didn't! And now, my young friend and I will escape without even a scratch on us! Sayonara suckers!"

With nothing more to be said, Syndrome then turned, grabbed Wesley, and crossed over into the portal. For a moment Wesley hesitated, turning back to see the crowd below staring at them in shock and anger. He felt a sudden desire to apologize but right before he could carry through with the act he stopped. What was he apologizing for? Syndrome was the idiot here, not him. Actually, not even Syndrome. It was the gypsies who were foolish enough to be bamboozled by Syndrome of all people. Besides, these were only vagabonds, useless to society as a whole. They were human alright, but not important people. So without another word, Wesley followed Syndrome.

Ending Note: Just saying, I have absolutely nothing against Gypsies and I do not think they were being idiots. That's Wesley's opinions, not mine. Oh, and as you saw Syndrome was the villain! For some reason he terrified me when I saw him in theaters….maybe it's the freaky eyes? I dunno. But anyway, we're on to more movies! Yays! I hope to update soon, but my story is at a bit of a brick wall right now and I don't know where to go yet. Anyway, please review!