A deep sigh escaped Buttlord as she closed the backdoor behind her. It was only an hour after her shift had started but she had just decided to skip the rest of her work day. Mercedes was going to give her an ear full on her next shift but right now she didn't give a shit about that. There was no way she was going to serve the boys, her friends, in that getup any longer than needed.
Adjusting her gloves, Buttlord thanked her mind for deciding to go in her villain outfit to work. She then fished out her phone and sent a quick message to Professor Chaos, telling him that she would go to his lair a little sooner than planned today. She then scrolled through some recent posts on coonstagram, but nothing caught her eye. Well looked like her friends didn't sell her out to the internet because of this 'job'. Then again she was pretty sure if a certain fatass knew he would use it as blackmail.
"This is a surprising development, wouldn't you say so?"
Buttlords head snapped up and she came face to face with the one and only female hero, Call Girl. Mutely the villain cursed, she had expected someone to show up but not this soon. She even left earlier to avoid any of the others catching her after work!
"I knew you would try to leave early." Call Girl casually mentioned slowly walking nearer. She flipped almost casually through a few pages on her phone before looking back at Buttlord. "But some things don't add up here, you know?"
A crap, Buttlord knew that Call Girl was too smart for her own good. Why was she always questioned by the most cable heroes?
"Why would someone like you work at Raisins?" A thoughtful look crossed the heroine's face. "I have kept track of your coonstagram, Facebook, twitter and even your YouTube activities."
Buttlord blinked. If she didn't know it better she would have called Call Girl a stalker by now. But she knew better and she knew that this girl before her was better in managing social media sides and interpreting any action than anyone else she knew.
"Nothing is indicating what you are up to. No explanation of why you suddenly would work at Raisins. The Cross references didn't give anything away." The villain felt distinctly proud of herself right there. Call Girl might be good at how to interpret internet activities but she was better at not giving too much out on the internet.
Her parents didn't drill it into her head for nothing to be carefully about what she did online. Too much attention and her whole family would be in trouble again. Besides her parents might think she had forgotten it but the fiasco of four years ago was something she definitely didn't want to repeat especially after they had decided to settle down in South Park.
"There is one significant thing though." Buttlords attention snapped back to Call Girl. What had she found? The brunette had been sure that she didn't let anything concerning their plans slip, not even anything about her own plan.
"Why would the Raisins that expressed hate towards you and Mosquito suddenly follow you?" Well she did buy the VIP passes just to piss them off back then, not like she gave them a choice...
"Goth kids and vampires, that hate each other, suddenly express an interest in what you are posting too." Buttlord blinked. Since when did the vampires follow her? The Goth kids sure. She did that weird ritual thingy but when did the vampires happen? Her head tilted slightly in mild confusion.
"I was just as confused but then I noticed that even the Ninjas that said that they were out to get you follow you now." Maybe instead of just listening she should have started to look for an escape route. Call Girl was probably looking for a confirmation and Buttlord was not about to give that to her.
"You know what is funny about this?" She blinked. Why do backdoors always lead into alleys that more or less were dead ends? Shouldn't they enable a quick escape not a trap?
"They all are following Professor Chaos too." How bad would it be to use a time fart again to escape? Call Girl was blocking her way out of the alley and it looked like Buttlord had no other choice than to fight. She blinked a few times. Call Girl seemed to wait for something too. Maybe the heroine was hoping for Buttlord to talk but she didn't.
Jumping back Buttlord just avoided the selfie stick that was aimed at her. The top of it clacked against the ground and the sound echoed from the walls. The villain looked at the heroine and their eyes stayed locked for a moment. An escape idea started to form in Buttlord's head. Using one of the tricks she had learned in South Park, she farted in her hand and threw it at Call Girl. The reaction was instant.
"Eww! Why would you do that?!" Buttlord shrugged in a mocking way. She was a villain now so she adjusted her attacks to be more fitting for villains. Besides this was only a status effect attack, all it did was grossing out her opponents.
Dodging a few other selfie sticks aimed her way Buttlord couldn't help the grin that spread across her face. Call Girl caught the grin and readied herself for whatever was going to come now. Lifting two fingers to her forehead Buttlord saluted before turning around and running out of the alley.
By now Call Girl realized that with her dodging Buttlord had moved them around causing her to have the wall in her back and the villain the exit of the alley. "YOU CAN'T JUST RUN OFF FROM A FIGHT!"
"I can't believe she just avoided the whole fighting part of this conversation!" After a moment of silence Call Girl let out a frustrated huff, put away the selfie sticks and crossed her arms. The just for a few seconds, worry was displayed in her eyes. "I hope she didn't forget about the letter though…"
Professor Chaos pushed two more boxes into his base with a huff. The message from Buttlord had come as a surprise. He was still preparing a few things around his base, going through a mental checklist. General Disarray had been informed but had yet to answer.
A few new Boxes had been added into the storage space and were stocked on the side of one of the walls. Not labeled. No marks and no hints towards their content. Professor Chaos did a quick check on them before he nodded in satisfaction.
"Now that that is dealt with…" Chaos rubbed his hands together. "It is time to plan for the big part!"
An evil laugh resounded through the base. "Where did I place the glue and spray paint?"
Metallic screeching was heard and Professor Chaos turned to see Buttlord entering the base. She stared for a moment before walking over to him, glaring now. He gulped nervously.
"H-hi there partner." Buttlord lessened her glare a bit, causing Chaos to relax a little. "What is it? Did something go wrong?"
She crossed her arms and turned her face away. "It can't be that bad now, can it?"
Buttlord looked back at him and raised an eyebrow. They were quiet for a moment before she huffed and turned away. Chaos let out a nervous laugh, feeling sorry for his friend. He was thinking about what to say to make her feel at least a little bit better until he noticed her typing something down.
- They know I work at Raisins. -
It was Professor Chaos turn to blink at the screen of Buttlord's phone. "Already?"
She nodded, her eyebrows furrowed and grimacing a little. She had hoped too that it would take them a little longer to figure that out but apparently she had underestimated Mosquitos addiction to that place.
"Did they also…?" Chaos let the last part of his sentence hang in the air, already fearing the worst. But Buttlord shook her head no before she froze. Her face turned grim, remembering the face of with Call Girl. That was information she shouldn't withhold from her partner in crime.
- Call Girl might be on to us. –
"Aw hamburgers. We didn't even get to the best part yet!" Chaos voice was laced with worry as he looked over at the boxes. Calmingly Buttlord patted his shoulder before giving him a thumb's up.
"You still think we can do this?" He watched how Buttlord shrugged but then she gave him a small smirk, willing him to understand that even if Call Girl was on to them they wouldn't go down without a fight. Chaos, with a new found confidence boost, smirked too. Both looked over to the boxes before turning back to the planning table and going through the list of calls they would need to make. Tomorrow was going to be a big day in their plan, after all their first real target was going to get it.
Mysterion waited in the shadows of the night. He eyed the street up and down before checking his pockets once more, making sure his preparation were still in place. There were a few things he could let slight but this one was something he definitely couldn't. His fingers trumped against his arm in agitation. The same questions had been running through his head a few times already and he needed answers.
Hearing footsteps Mysterion looked down the street to see the one he waited for walk towards her house. He waited for her to get nearer to him before he stepped out of the shadows and made himself know. He watched how her eyebrows furrowed before a blank look took over her features, her shoulders were tense and she stood in a fighting position.
He lifted his hands in a sign of peace. "I am not here to fight you THIS time."
He waited for a reaction out of her but she only stared at him blankly. This was probably one of the few chances of talking to her alone. He really wanted to convince her to chance sides right now that would make his whole job a lot easier. But there was something just a little bit more pressing on his mind than her being a villain. He eyed her for a moment before he reached for something in the hidden pockets of his outfit. "I do have a lot of questions for you, but I know not all will be answered today."
Buttlord tilted her head slightly, still not showing any reaction. Mysterion took a deep breath before deciding to get to the point of why he sought her out this time. "Do you have problems? Like money problems? Is there a debt you can't pay off?"
Mysterion watched how her blank face turned to change a little in confusion to something he interpreted as understanding. Feeling like his line of thought was confirmed he narrowed his eyes at her. "Look I know you won't tell me whatever problems you or your family have…"
He paused to pull out a few sheets of papers presenting them to Buttlord. "But I know how it is to have no money, you know that. So trust me when I say that there are better places to earn money than Raisins."
The villain blinked a few times as she stared at the papers presented to her. They raged from walking dogs to babysitting little kids. All the offers had something in common, they paid pretty well. Buttlord had pieced together what Mysterion was trying to do or rather what one of her friends thought the reason for her was to work at Raisins.
"You're…" He paused searching his brain for the right words. "…not suited for that." Mentally he added, 'To innocent, just like Karen'
"I know there aren't many places that hire children. I think even the City Wok pays better than Raisins by now and I am sure you can make more money by working a few of these jobs. It is not like Raisins is the only place a girl can work at…" Mysterion knew he would have gone nuts if his sister ever started working at that place and seeing Buttlord there was just as bad. He couldn't let her keep working there when he knew he could change that.
But Buttlord seemed to have a different view on that as she crossed her arms and glared at him now. He tried to give her the flyer but she stepped back putting distance between them. He tried a few more times with the same result. "Look I am TRYING to help you here! Just take these damned flyers and at least think about getting a different job!"
Frustration laced his voice, why was she making it so hard to help her out. He understood that she was a villain at the moment, he was still not giving up on convincing her otherwise, and that villains don't take help from heroes but this was ridicules. He only hoped that Karen was never going to give him that kind of trouble ever.
Buttlord by now was glaring at him and he was glaring back at her just the same. Just as he was about to try one more time to convince Buttlord to take the flyers from him he watched how the girl flipped him the good old birdy and run off towards her house.
"Just accept the fucking help!" Mysterion muttered as he crumpled up the flyers and threw them on the ground. After a moment he picked them up again and smoothed them out. He was sure that Buttlord was probably just too proud to accept his help. He couldn't just let her work in a place she most likely only worked in because of a dire situation. He would be damned if he didn't try at least to help a friend out, villain or not.
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