Author's Note: This was supposed to come out sooner. I mean that in two ways; First is that I got sick and couldn't write at all for a few days, especially not for fun (which sucked because I was nearly ready to post when it happened), but Second is in a grander sense. You see, this is a story I've had on the back burner for a long time. I've been sitting on the concept for at least over a year, in fact! So I'm really glad that I can finally put it out there. We've already seen the famous Kim Possible once before in Infinity Crisis. Now get ready to see much more of her! Hope you enjoy it.
Earth-051542
Somewhere in Arkansas
Dark and unwelcoming storm clouds rumbled the sky, blocking all but the strongest stray rays of something sunlight. They provided a fitting atmosphere for the small city in their shadow. It had fallen to shambles some years ago. The fronts of stores were either boarded up, heavily vandalized, or a mixture of both. Homes were abandoned to rot and rust. Emaciated cats and dogs wandered the long unused roads for any source of food. Their efforts would be in vain. This place reeked of hopelessness. It was far from the only place in this world that did.
Several armored vehicles arrived in the ruins, their sleek and expensive designs sticking out like sore thumbs. One truck even had a soldier sitting at a roof mounted turret. Among them was a long black deluxe limousine that bore the seal of the President of the United States. This was a motorcade.
"This place really went down the gutter." the limousine driver observed as he glanced outside.
"Of course it has," the American president spoke. The window between the front and the back was shut, with his voice coming through a small speaker. "I wanted it to end up this way. And I always get what I want."
"Y…Yes, sir." the driver winced.
The buzzy ringing of a cell phone could then be heard over the speaker. The driver realized that the president must've forgotten to turn the speaker off.
"Yes, I'm back. What were you saying?" he could hear the president ask the caller.
"I can't believe you're really doing this. This technology you had made for it is unlike anything else at our disposal. Do you realize how much we've spent funding this project? Do you realize how many people we've gone through? All this work, and it's because you're insecure." a deep masculine voice boomed back.
"I'm not insecure. No, I'm disgusted. You saw what I saw. Imagine if his existence got leaked to the press." the president hissed.
"He is another world away! Literally so!" the deep voice countered, his anger clearly rising before taking a breath. "He doesn't even know that you even exist, yet you've become so fixated on him that you're forgetting about those who do pose a threat. …Our favorite military man told me that he almost had the mechanic and his gynoid in his grasp when you called and demanded you send him his top woman for a new mission. He's very crossed that they slipped through his fingers without her."
"And I can tell you are upset about that too…" the president noted. "Now quit talking to me as if we're equals!" He lowered his voice. "…I'm the one running this country, not you. You can be replaced for the next 'election', I assure you."
A tense moment of silence followed. The limousine driver could feel cold sweat rolling down his forehead.
"…But I do understand your concerns. We shall deal with the rebellion after we're done with this. I'm not going to allow those weirdos like that slimy mutant run free much longer. I have no interest in letting what happened to the Hawaiians happen to the rest of us." he shuddered before continuing. "In the meantime, you be a good not-so-little VP and schmooze with that irritating snack food magnate."
More silence followed, just as tense as before.
"…Very well," the VP eventually huffed back. "But understand this, old friend; There is a chance that she won't come back from this mission. After all, if this 'other world' has another you, then it likely has another her."
Rather than respond with words, the American president childishly scoffed before the call ended. The driver then quickly pressed the button off and on again so that he wouldn't realize that he had heard everything.
"Sir?" the driver then came to a stop with the rest of the motorcade. "…We have arrived."
They had come to a stop in front of a long closed elementary school. It was a large two-story building with pale yellow brick walls and slanted brown roof. The windows were smashed in, the establishment having been looted months prior. The flagpole was toppled over and heavily dented, the stringy tatters of a ruined flag pinned between it and dead brown grass. Despite all of this, the lights were on. In fact, they were pulsing.
Several armed soldiers and men in black suits poured out of the vehicles parked around the president's limousine. The doors to the elementary school flew open and a tall, thin figure in a teal blue hazmat suit descended down the top steps. They walked past the men and up to the door of the limo. The window lowered, revealing a barely lit riding section where the American president sat in shadow, stroking his thick beard.
"I assume you have good news?" he asked.
"I wouldn't have come out if there hadn't been," the figure in the hazmat nodded. There was a filter over their voice that made it hard to tell who it was. "That living weapon? She's in."
The president smiled to himself in the semi-darkness, pleased that his plan was off to a satisfactory start. He was well acquainted with the feeling. His plots had been successful ever since he was a child attending the solid school that sat before him. He let out a prideful chuckle.
"Tender."
Earth-154205
Upperton, Colorado
A stout, large armed man huffed and puffed as he frantically scrambled up one flight of stairs after another. The bottom of his red and green colored kilt flapped around everywhere. He wasn't certain when he lost his matching tam o'shanter before. What he was certain of was that he had to get out of the cold, towering building he had thought he was safe in.
"How in blazes did she find me here?" the man panted. His voice possessed a thick Scottish accent. "I did everything I was told to! There shouldn't have been a trail!"
He heard the echo of rapid footsteps. Two pairs, to be precise. They were faster than he was. The only reason they hadn't caught him yet was because he had just managed to get a head start.
"We are going to be late for dinner with your parents!" a slightly uneasy male voice could be heard.
"Not if I have anything to say about it!" a confident female voice responded.
He could make out what they were saying. This didn't look good for him. Some beads of sweat slid down his bald head and into his dark auburn beard. By the time he reached the door that led out to the building's roof, his dark purple shirt had sweat stains at the pits.
"At last!" he bellowed and swung open the door.
While the inside of the building had been dark and sterile due to the power being cut off, the outside was quite the opposite. It was a strikingly vibrant and sunny day there in the Coloradoan city, with the sun beating down on almost every surface.
"Ah! There you are!" he grinned to himself.
There it was. His ticket out of there. Sitting on a landing platform was his recently obtained, personalized helicopter. It was shaped and patterned after a classic white golf ball and had 'Duff Killigan' plastered on its tail in big bold letters. The blades had golf clubs painted on them.
"Time for me to escape this sand trap!"
"Hold it, Killigan! You're not getting away that easy!"
It was the same female voice from before, now right behind him. Duff spun around despite already knowing exactly who it was; The same daring person who had gotten him locked away to start with.
"You haven't caught me yet, Kim Possible!" the Scottish super criminal snarled.
The ever eye-catching and vigorous Kim Possible stood with her clenched hands on her hips. The sun bounced off her long and beautiful hair. She stared down Duff Killigan, her olive green eyes licking with his dark brown ones.
"That wording suggests that I will catch you." she pointed out with a cocked eyebrow.
Ron Stoppable, Kim's faithful sidekick and boyfriend, only then stepped out onto the roof after her. He looked past the two and straight at Killigan's gimmicky escape vehicle.
"A golf ball helicopter? Where does a guy even find something like that?" Ron questioned.
"It was made-to-order, blondie!" the nefarious golfer puffed up his chest. He then reached into his clasp. "Now go and play!"
Kim leapt forward to stop her enemy. Before she could reach him, Duff whipped out a stack of golf scorecards and threw them at his pursuer like shurikens. On instinct, Kim dodged. Two grazed her purple lined black pants as she flipped in the air.
"Scorecards?" Ron picked one up after they hit the ground. "Ouch! They're sharp as knives, Kim!"
When Kim landed, the lower halves of her pants fell down around her boots. The weaponized rectangles of paper had somehow managed to turn them to makeshift shorts. Not only that, they were perfectly even, with both stopping only an inch above her knees.
"Huh?" Kim looked down. "Did they just…?"
"Okay" Ron walked up. "I don't get how that happened."
"Me neither." Kim nodded. "How did that not get any of my skin if they could cut—"
Duff let out a boisterous belly laugh as he took off in his helicopter, which began to lift up into the sky above Upperton. With an impressive leap, Kim latched onto the gaudy air vehicle before it got very far. She climbed up towards the open door.
"Time for you to fade away, lass!" Killigan swung a wood putter at her, but he missed due to having one hand on the controls.
Upon getting inside, Kim snatched the putter out of her foe's hand. She broke it in two. Back on the rooftop, Ron watched at the ready to assist however he could. After mere moments, the helicopter landed back down on the roof and Kim dragged Duff out of it.
"So much for getting to escape two times in a row." she quipped. She looked down at him. "Who did it, Killigan? Tell me who planned the breakout at the prison."
"You mean…you don't know? You don't know that he's back? That's rich!" Duff threw back his head and laughed. "Hahahoho! I'd hate to ruin the surprise for you then, Possible!"
"Hey! We didn't track you down so you could laugh at us!" Ron got up in the golf loving scoundrel's face. "I don't wanna be late for our dinner with Kim's parents tonight!"
"Stop, Ron." Kim pulled him back. "He can keep quiet all he wants…" Kim then restrained her old foe and brought him to his feet. "…But we'll figure out who did this sooner or later. I'm sure that Wade'll call us once something turns up."
"Yeah!" Rufus happily popped his head out of Ron's pocket.
"Well, it looks like that's a thumbs up from Rufus," Ron grinned down at his treasured friend and pet. "Okay. Let's head home."
The team went off to do precisely that, with Duff Killigan in tow. Under his breath, he muttered about how naked mole rats don't even have thumbs and how weird he thought Rufus was, but the three all ignored him.
"So did you hear about Bonnie?" Ron asked as they strode down the stairwell. "Word is that she's b—"
Ron was cut off by the buzz of Kim's Kimmunicator. She answered it as they reached the main floor of the building. Wade's concerned face flashed onto the little black screen.
"Kim!" Wade shouted. "What did you do?! Tell me you didn't do it!"
"What are you talking about, Wade? We just caught Killigan, if that's who you're worried about?" Kim raised an eyebrow. "Is something wrong?"
"You'd better believe it!" Wade pounded a fist on his desk. "Kim, they think that you tried to—"
"Hey, I see cop cars out front. They must be here for you!" Ron then led Killigan to the main door. "Kim, tell Wade thanks for calling them for us!" Rufus then started flossing and dabbing on Ron's shoulder, to his great amusement. "Haha! Nice moves, Rufus! Everything's looking up!"
"Stop! Why aren't you listening?!" Wade yelled over the Kimmunicator. "Kim! You need to—!"
The call abruptly ended. Kim was confused, but figured she could check on Wade once she, Ron, and Rufus were back in Middleton. She quickly caught up with the others and walked outside, where the police were waiting.
"Here you go, boys. I can take it from here," Kim smiled self-assuredly and motioned towards Duff Killigan. "All in a day's work, right? Now if you'll excuse us, we have to get going."
The police officers all just stared at her, looking unsure of themselves. After a moment, a detective stepped forward and flashed his badge.
"Kimberly Ann Possible?" he asked.
"The one and only." Kim answered.
"I'm Detective Brown and…" he paused, looked down at his shoes, and then looked back up at her. "You need to stand down."
Detective Brown walked up and produced a pair of handcuffs.
"Umm…We've already got that covered." Ron smirked and pointed at Killigan's wrists.
"I'm sorry, but…this particular pair aren't meant for him," He slapped them over Kim's wrists in one fleeting motion. "Ms. Possible, you're under arrest."
"Huh?!" Kim's jaw dropped.
Kim had to blink and shake her head to make sure this wasn't a freaky dream. Those that stood around her were just shocked, if not even more so.
"Her?! Arrested?!" Killigan gasped.
Detective Brown signaled for some of the others to take Killigan away. They did so while trying not to look at Kim.
"Detective, there must be some sort of mistake!" Ron blurted out. "What is it that you think she did?"
"You didn't let me finish before, Mr. Stoppable," Detective Brown frowned and turned back to Kim. "You're under arrest for the attempted murder of one Theodore Jasper Detweiler."
"Who the heck is that?!" Kim asked.
The rest was a blur. Nothing made sense. Barely anyone heard Detective Brown read Kim her Miranda rights. The flashing of red and blue lights and the blare of car sirens only made it more confusing. When all was said and done, Ron and Rufus were left watching Kim get driven away. To add insult to injury, she had been put in the back of the same car as Duff.
"Kim!" Ron shouted as he was left in the dust. "I'll go to your folks! We'll figure this out!"
Kim watched as Ron did this. After she couldn't see him and Rufus anymore, she hung her head down, utterly baffled by this turn of events.
"Why don't you just escape?" Duff asked.
She looked up at her old enemy.
"That would just make them think I really did it." she answered.
"Well, if it turns out you really did, allow me to welcome you to the world of villainy." Killigan puffed up his chest. Then he deflated and chuckled in a surprisingly amiable way. "Hehe…Could you imagine if you actually were evil? That wouldn't be pretty!"
"Don't worry your pretty little kilt, because that'll never happen," Kim sat back up. "Because there's no such thing as an evil Kim Possible. Not now, not ever."
Two Days Earlier
Upperton, Colorado
The Apartment of Vince LaSalle
The slightly annoying ding of an oven timer went off just as Vince LaSalle had finished setting down the silverware on his table. He swiftly dashed over to the kitchen from the table like he was still on the basketball court. If his fiancé had been there to see it, she would've jokingly reminded Vince that he and the other Denver UFOs wouldn't be playing again for months.
"Okay, let's see…" he took a peek inside the oven at the juicy pot roast he was preparing. "Mmmhmm. Yup, just about done."
There was a knock at the door. Vince removed his hideous novelty apron, and went to answer it. When he opened the door, he found himself met by two old friends. One was a slightly pudgy white Jewish man with brown hair and the other was a black haired woman who was part Italian and part Inuit. Even though they lacked the hats they wore all the times when they were kids, Vince would recognize them anywhere.
"TJ! Spinelli!" Vince grinned ear to ear. "Come on in!"
The two came in. They both appreciated the nice smells wafting in the air.
"Well I didn't bike all the way here just to not do that," Spinelli brushed off her patch covered biker jacket. "It's good to see you, Vince."
"It's good to see you too. I'm glad you were both in the area this week." Vince responded.
He would've said that it had been too long since they had been in the same room together, but they were all quite aware of that already.
"I brought this to have after dinner," TJ pulled out a large bottle of vintage apple whiskey from the satchel he wore over his shoulder. "It's not as old as Miss Finster, but it should do. It's a bit much for three people, so you can keep it so your future bride can have some."
TJ handed Vince the bottle and he set it down on the coffee table.
"This is really nice, TJ. I don't drink, but I'm sure she'll appreciate it." he thanked him.
"Speaking of your lady, is there any chance we'll actually get to meet her tonight?" Spinelli asked, her tone giving away that she knew the answer.
"No, Spinelli," Vince groaned. "She's visiting her parents. I'm going to be heading to Brussels after my replacement passport comes in. Me and the snakes."
TJ looked a bit puzzled, which is exactly what Spinelli hoped for.
"Wait, Vince, why do you need a passport to go visit her parents? And what's this about snakes?" TJ asked.
"Didn't you know, TJ?" Spinelli smirked, well aware that he didn't yet. "Mister Pro Basketball Player here is shacking up with a Belgian snake scientist."
"If Gretchen were here, she'd say that the term is ophiologist." Vince added.
TJ sat down on Vince's couch and looked up at his old childhood friend, who rubbed the back of his neck. The look on TJ's face made him feel a little sheepish.
"You didn't know those parts already?" Vince asked.
TJ shook his head no.
"When I heard you had gotten engaged, I didn't really ask anyone about who she was," he said. "I guess I just assumed she was from around here."
"No, I met her in culinary school. Man, we really do have some catching up to do!" Vince laughed, then sniffed the air. "Smells like my pot roast is ready. Help yourselves to a seat at the table."
Well Vince took out his pot roast, TJ and Spinelli both went to the table, where Vince had already placed a bowl of mashed sweet potatoes, a basket of homemade rolls, and a bowl of mixed green salad. At the center of the table was a thick wooden board. TJ noticed that it had 'Best Wishes from Mikey' carved into it in small letters on the side.
"Hey, he sent me one of these too. Too bad he's up in Canada." TJ said.
Vince walked up and carefully placed the dish with the pot roast on it.
"Okay! Let's eat and gossip." Vince clapped and sat down. "
"Why did you have to say 'gossip'?" Spinelli winced. "You just made me think of my mom's book club. I hate thinking about my mom's book club."
TJ and Vince both chuckled as they both filled their plates.
"I'll get the ball rolling," TJ took a little bite out of a roll. "Get it? Rolling?"
"Don't make me regret inviting you!" Vince jested.
"Okay, okay…" TJ smiled. "You both remember Menlo, yeah? He's gotten into politics. Started a podcast with that as the focus."
"Ugh! That stuffy guy talking about politics? Sounds like a total snoozefest to me." Spinelli said.
"It's not too boring. He's managed to pull some surprisingly interesting guests." TJ countered.
"Wait…Do you listen to it?" Vince asked.
"…Not often. He just mentions the show a lot when I run into him at the supermarket." TJ admitted.
"Ha!" Spinelli snorted.
"Excuse me if I didn't go with something scaaandalous." TJ imitated the little clique that had been known as the Ashleys.
"Is that a challenge? Because I have something pretty wild," Spinelli pulled out her smartphone. "Don't come whining to me if it ruins your appetites."
She took a moment to go through her videos and then held it up at the two.
"What's this?" Vince asked.
Spinelli simply pressed the play button and the video began. The video showed several women sitting at tables in what looked to be a nightclub with multiple stages.
"Word on the street is that we've got a bachelorette party here tonight!" the emcee spoke into a faulty microphone. "So allow us to give 'Eve' a chance to talk to 'the snake' while 'Adam' ain't watching!"
A terrible, outdated pop song about 'doing it like the vampires on HBO' and 'riding' girls 'hard like it's the Tour de France' blared over old speakers.
"Ladies and other ladies, give it up for…Retched Randall!"
"What?!" was exclaimed in unison not only by Vince and TJ, but the Spinelli of the recent past of the video.
The video then showed Randall Weems walk onto a stage, looking just as weasley as he did back when he was a grade school snitch, if not even more so. He was dressed in a tight, faux snakeskin disco suit.
"Oh no…" TJ let out.
Randall gyrated and thrusted up on stage to the abysmal song as all the ladies other than Spinelli whooped and catcalled him. He tore off the suit in one motion, with only a black speedo remaining. He had a tattoo of Miss Finster's footprints under her signature in his upper back.
"I warned you." Spinelli said.
The bachelorette party shrieked with glee as he hopped down from the stage and onto their table, where he shook his rear in the face of the literally drooling bride. Then he recognized Spinelli just a table over, realized that she was taking a video, and ran away sobbing. All of the lust crazed women in the bachelorette party chased him, begging for more Randall.
"I…I need to take a shower. And also cry. I…I need to cry in the shower." Vince said. Then he almost instantly snapped out of it. "Hold up. You go to strip clubs, Spinelli?!"
"Women have needs too, guys." Spinelli put her phone away.
"…And apparently some women need…Randall," TJ gagged. "This whomps! I almost wish I were dead!"
The door to Vince's apartment was abruptly kicked open, flying off its hinges. The person responsible for this charged into the room. TJ, Spinelli, and Vince sprung up from their chairs in surprise.
"I can help you with that, Mr. Detweiler!" the intruder shouted.
All three of the old friends recognized her face, which they had all seen before on news broadcasts, viral videos, and social media posts covering her adventurous exploits all around the globe. There were only a few differences; She was wearing a dark green and beige outfit that looked like a fusion military fatigues and ice hockey gear with a large, drawn down hood. Her bright, eye-catching ginger hair was buzzed short, rather than worn long and voluminous. Lastly she carried a sleek, but bizarre metal-plastic weapon that could be best described as if a trendy tech company decided to make a flail with the head of an axe. Despite this all being at odds with the image of her that they knew, there wasn't a doubt in their respective minds that it was her.
"You're Kim Possible!" Spinelli gasped.
"What are you doing here and why did you break down my door?" Vince questioned.
"I am here with but one mission," she pointed at TJ with her weapon. "To put an end to this whelp and all for which he stands! Now stand aside, or you two shall also be cut down by my rabble-axe!"
She leapt forward while swinging her weapon - apparently called a rabble-axe - right at TJ's head, but he, Vince, and Spinelli scattered. Spinelli went towards the kitchen, TJ back to the coffee table, and Vince down the hall to the bedroom. The axe head instead sliced clean through the pot roast that Vince had worked so hard to prepare. But just as quickly as that registered, it went through the entire table too.
"What the heck, lady?! I thought you were supposed to be some famous hero!" TJ yelled. "You don't even know me!"
"Precisely," his attacker coldly snarled, her hate filled eyes scanning for your target. "No one should know you. And when I'm through with you, no one else ever shall."
"Hey! Over here!" Vince's voice rang out.
He was holding a large, coiling snake. Specifically, it was a red-bellied black snake. He had retrieved it from its tank. Vince tossed it at the threatening woman. The surprise of this caused her to drop her strange weapon so she could catch the dark serpent with both of her hands, holding it back so it couldn't bite her. Spinelli jumped off the kitchen counter and snatched up the rabble-axe.
"No! That's mine!" their attacker shouted.
The snake was then thrown to the floor. She tried to lunge down at Spinelli, but TJ picked up the bottle of apple whiskey and whacked her on the top of her head with it. It was very strong and thick glass, so it didn't break the way he had hoped it would.
"That always works on cop shows!" TJ complained
This provided the distraction that Spinelli needed to then slash at their newfound enemy's right calf with her own weapon. It created a tear in her uniform, but that was all Spinelli could accomplish before being sent flying by an overwhelmingly powerful blow to her chest.
"Spinelli!" TJ and Vince both gasped.
"There is no use attempting to delay the inevitable. Forget the rabble-axe. This requires a more personal touch." the green eyed assassin spoke.
She pounced on TJ, pinning him to the coffee table with her hands wrapped around his neck.
"It didn't have to be like this. You could've been like him. You could've been worshipped and feared." she continued, her grip on his throat tightening. "This is what not following the same path earns you — Annihilation!"
Vince ran up and tried to intervene, but he was kicked away. He hit the window overlooking the city with enough force to shatter it, though he thankfully didn't fall through the resulting hole. TJ tried to fight back, but he could barely breathe in the state he was in. He wished that Gus, Mikey, or Gretchen were there to help. Heck, he would've accepted help from literally anyone.
"Gah!"
His would-be murderer abruptly winced with both surprise and pain. Her hands let go of his neck and he rolled off the table and onto the floor, gasping for air. That's when TJ saw who he had to thank for saving his life that night; the red-bellied black snake that Vince's fiancé owned. The Australian reptile had bitten into the skin exposed by the tear that Spinelli had left. She pulled the snake and its fangs out of her leg and ripped it in two with her powerful hands, but she knew what this meant. There was now venom inside her.
"Curses…" she stared down at TJ. "…This is not the end. You shall be felled by my hand."
She plucked up her rabble-axe and ran to the hole in the window, leaping over the slumped over Vince and through it. Being who she was, she landed on the roof of the shorter neighboring building and leapt to another after that. After a short while, this ceased and she descended down a rusty fire escape, where a white sports car was parked in an alleyway littered with garbage bags and unpleasant smells. She passed by the carcass of a dead rat before getting inside, sitting down in the driver's seat. In contrast with its outer appearance, her vehicle was dark and militant, with a control panel covered with buttons that glowed a pale green.
"First things first."
She typed in a command while holding her leg up to a scanner that inspected the mark left by the snake. Holographic text began to appear before the windshield.
"wwzzz- Generation Of Appropriate Antitoxin/Antidote - Now In Progress" an artificial voice spoke as the text manifested. "Analyzing Necessary Blood Sample From File - Subject: Kimberly Ann Possible - Elite Operative -wwwzz"
Now alone, she sat in her specialized vehicle. She looked around its eerie, cold interior, at her wound as it was still being scanned, at her unusual weapon of trade, and then at her own reflection in the window to the passenger's seat.
"Why did they even put in more than one seat? It's not as if I've ever had a partner or a team along for the ride." she muttered to herself, her voice dripping with discontent.
She thought of her target. She thought of how his friends had rushed to his aid.
"Nothing like that for me…" she frowned, lost in her thoughts. "I'm a team of one. Because…There's only one of me."
Except she now knew that wasn't true. At least not in the multiversal sense. She had been given the breakdown on this world before her mission as the very first person from her native universe to another, parallel one. She knew it had to have its own Kim Possible. One that she had already managed to hear some things about even in her short time in this reality that she had been sent to.
"A self appointed enemy to all evil…" she half-sneered to herself. She looked back at her own reflection. "Hmm…I suppose I can make a little time for my own endeavors. I doubt I'll get a chance second time."
"wzz- Incoming Transmission From: Home Universe" the electronic voice then interrupted. "Answering Now -wzzz"
From across the barriers between universes, the call came through. The text that had accompanied the voice went away, making way for a hologram of a face. It was initially hard to make out the details, with the features being inconsistently pixelated.
"Is it done, Miss Possible?" his very much not fuzzy voice asked. "Is that living mockery of all that I am no more?"
"Not yet, sir," she shook her head. "This mission is going to require more time."
"Seriously?!" he growled. He then caught himself. "…I'm not going to lie, Miss Possible. That news totally wh—"
"Whomps? I know." she couldn't help but smirk to herself, before returning to a sterner expression. "There were some unforeseen factors in all this."
It was only then that the hologram became clear and perfectly showed the face of her superior; A man with the exact same face as the one she had just tried to choke to death, just with a thick beard and a shaved head.
"But let me assure you that I know exactly how to proceed…" she bowed respectively, any sign of her own ambitions hidden. "…and it will be done, President Detweiler."
That's right. We're getting an "Evil Mirror Universe". 'Bout time, right? Kim's in for the clash of her life. Both of them!
I'm going to break old trends and hold off on notes for now. We can have some of those next time. Also, a Thank You to Move-Brat for encouraging me to go ahead with this idea after I described it to them. It's always nice to be encouraged. On that note (ha), please feel free to tell me what you think of the story so far. And stay tuned!