A Boco In The Night

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This is not the planet of my hatching, it is not even the same dimension. However, what is familiar is an unwelcome sight, Humanity. Just another species that doesn't realize that mice are in charge, but of course those Pan-Dimensional Beings have never been to this part of the multi-verse. If they were, I don't doubt they would have scoured the planet of the life forms on here. The only saving grace, is that my old comrade in arms Mog, or as I call him 'PanHandal', is here to keep me company with a human+ and a damned Keyblader. I swear, those Keybladers are going to destroy the universe one day.

In the course of exploring this cesspool of a village, I have found that it's inhabitants regularly ingest my breathern for sustenance. This shall not stand! I shall rage a one bird war in this village against those who dare to try to feast upon me.

My first strikes have already taken place, but I find myself low on allies. I shall see if the Moggle can convince the Human+ to conjure more of my brothers into this world. Then we shall see who is the biggest fowl!

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Boco Shines

Bob Patterson, was the newly made General Manager of KFC in the Brockton Bay area. At only 19 and a half, he had achieved his life ambition of running his favorite restaurant chain. Then starting just weeks ago, a rash of break ins began happening. No money was missing, but in every case the store was completely trashed. Upper management was pressuring him to find the culprit and put a stop to it, or he would be fired. So here he was, after several days of fretting, at his last remaining store ready to take the law into his own two hands... with his trusty mop by his side, Bob was ready to face the vandal... if only that vandal would show up during business hours, he was missing his favorite show after all, 'Parahumans Most Wanted'.

Bob was starting to fall asleep when he heard it, "Kweh!", coming from the back alley behind the store. Bob brought his mop closer to his chest as he made his way, haltingly towards the rear entrance through the kitchen. The sudden squeal of metal being torn apart, reverberated through the kitchen and caused Bob to leap in surprise. He took a bad fall when his foot hit a patch of oil that was not cleaned up earlier, his feet coming out from underneath him even as his arms swung wildly to try and futilely catch his balance.

As Bob spun around in circles, the mop still in his hands lashed out knocking over several pieces of equipment, and banging into selves dislodged an aerosol can full of clear super glue. The can fell and hit the corner of the oven just right to coat the flailing manager in a sticky unseen ooze. Bob fell to the floor,chipping two of his teeth, even as their was more of a commotion from outside. Gathering his wits, the plucky young man picked himself up, and hobbled towards the door once again.

And once again, Bob jumped into the air in surprise, as what sounded like he imagined to be the vandal rammed a car into the side of the alley! This time he managed to keep his balance on the slippery floor, but unnoticed to him the end of his mop had bumped into a ceiling tile, shifting it just enough for a broken bag of gold glitter to rain over him in the darkened room. Steadying his nerve Bob took a step towards the now very close door... "KWEH!"...

Bob took three very quick steps back, before grabbing a nearby glass and guzzling it's contents, which unfortunately happened to be barbecue sauce. Bob then spent the next several seconds sputtering and hacking up the sauce, even as more sounds were heard outside. Several deep breaths were taken as Bob reminded himself that his dream job was at stake here. Clutching the mop tightly once more, Bob marched to the foreboding door and with a mighty shove, slowly opened the door so as not to attract attention.

Bob listened for a moment, but all he heard was the sound of large footsteps traveling away from him. Grinning widely to himself, at such a great job he did scaring away the vandal, Bob banged the door wide open and strutted confidently outside... right into the lights of the news crew that had just shown up and was filming live.

So there Bob was, his thin body blanketed by a powerful light, the glitter covering him sparkling in merry tidings and what looked to be red blood dripping out of the corners of his mouth, down his chin.

Needless to say, the mornings headlines would have a piece of humor to go along with the report of Lung's Last Stand.SPARKLEPIRE EATS OUT.

Bob was fired, lost his girlfriend, was made a fool and swore revenge on the giant yellow chicken.

It was a couple of months later, the incident had been forgotten about, Bob had a new girlfriend and he was working on the docks as a busboy. He never found the chicken, he couldn't afford to go to a dentist, but life was good... then Leviathan made land.

Bob had never been so afraid in his life, in the middle of the battle while hiding in the basement of his apartment building, wishing he would be seen to be rescued, he blacked out. When next he awoke, Bob found himself in a hospital with a man from the PRT telling him he had triggered as a parahuman. Bob had never been more proud of himself, he had power now, he'd hunt down that chicken and have his revenge, but first he promptly changed his name to something more dignified, Robert Edward Pattinson. That was much better. Then came power testing...

Robert, formally Bob, did not have super strength. Nor did he have super speed, or an advanced intellect. He could not shape his environment nor disappear at a moments notice. Robert's supreme power was.. to sparkle in the sunlight...

Robert lost his job, his girlfriend dumped him for another woman, he was made a mockery of on the PHO and he was stuck with the name Sparklepire, for the rest of his life.

Damn that giant yellow bird!