Cell vs Homelander

"So, can someone explain to me why I'm here?" Evil asked as he, Kermit, and Cell stood in Cell's Arena, the sky a perfectly normal blue, with some white clouds here and there.

"Well, judging from this here note I got," Kermit began as he pulled out a clipboard with some shit written on it, "Lego is giving more filler whilst we wait for the story to go from being fun to dark, deep, and almost heavily delve into the story of 'the sick fucks that were the Hero Corps'."

Cell leaned over Kermit's shoulder and looked at the clipboard. "Jesus, did he hate his stories that much?"

Evil shrugged. "How am I supposed to know? I was dead for a while before I brought myself back."

"Well, what's the chapter supposed to be about?" Cell asked Kermit.

"Uh… apparently we're supposed to be meeting a violent Superman?" Kermit said as he lifted up the paper on the clipboard.

Cell raised an eyebrow… or at least the area of where such a muscle would be since he lacked hair. "I'm sorry, Lego knows about the Injustice story from DC?"

"Injustice?" Evil repeated. "A violent Superman? What are you talking about?"

Kermit raised a finger and said, "Well-"

"So this is the arena of the 'perfect lifeform'!" A voice called out, cutting off Kermit, before the three in the arena looked up to see Homelander flying in the air, looking down at each of them with a cocky sneer on his face. "Which makes sense considering you're a fuckin' cockroach!"

"Nevermind, makes sense now," Kermit said as Cell nodded, whilst Evil was baffled at the appearance of Homelander.

"That's not Superman," Evil said as he looked at Homelander.

"Yeah, that's Homelander of Vought International," Kermit stated, introducing the man-child that was Homelander. "He's one of the Seven, and is also a Supe."

"Supe?" Evil questioned as he looked at Kermit.

"He has superpowers," Cell elaborated.

"...not a superhero?" Evil asked. "He's flying for Pete's sake."

"Oh I'm a superhero, and I'm here to kill you all," Homelander stated bluntly with the sneer on his face. Meanwhile, Evil just looked at Homelander, baffled by such.

"That's not how heroes act," Evil commented as he looked up at Homelander.

"Yeah, and this is the DAU," Cell remarked as he addressed Evil's comment. "Most heroes aren't like their normal selves, and the already violent heroes are either worse or are completely different. Hell, Jesus Christ fought in the Coochie Wars with Roshi!"

"Coochie Wars?" Evil questioned once more. The more he talked and acted genuinely confused at what they said, the more Cell and Kermit slowly realized that Evil was nothing more than an immortal child, not mature or intelligent in the slightest bit.

"Aren't you over 100 years old or some shit?" Kermit asked, before Homelander used his Heat Vision and destroyed the clipboard instantly.

"Hey, eyes on me!" Homelander demanded. "I'm the star of the show here you walking disappointments!"

Evil scoffed. "Stain would have a field day with you."

"Please, no one can kill me! I'm the Homelander, and I can do whatever the fuck I want!" Homelander shouted. "I am all powerful, and not even your fuckin' Superman can beat me!"

Evil's eye twitched in annoyance, before looking over at Cell. "Yo, mind if I kill him?"

Cell slowly smiled. "Be my guest."

"Ha! What do you think you're gonna be able to accomplish against me?!" Homelander questioned as he held his arms out.

Evil laughed. "Please, you're nothing."

"What was that?!" Homelander shouted.

However, the moment he blinked, Evil was behind Homelander, and had placed a hand on his shoulder, sending a chill down his spine from how quick and quiet Evil was. Evil smirked as he whispered into Homelander's ear the very last thing he would ever hear.

"Bye."

This was then followed by Homelander's body instantly exploding, his blood raining all over the arena. Cell and Kermit were now drenched in blood, both surprised by Evil's swift murder of Homelander.

"What the hell was that?!" Cell shouted as Evil landed on the arena tiles, somehow not drenched in blood.

"What was what?" Evil asked.

"That!" Kermit shouted. "You exploded him! Now we're soaked in blood!"

"I thought you all fought Overhaul," Evil commented. "Did he not use his Quirk in this world?"

"I beg your pardon," Cell and Kermit said at once.

"I used his Quirk," Evil stated, as if it was a matter of fact.

"How do you have his Quirk?!" Kermit questioned.

"Because there's an infinite multiverse out there, so technically acquiring any and every power out there isn't impossible," Evil said. "All For One is in my body too."

Cell and Kermit blinked a few times and looked at each other. It was starting to make sense why Lego hated Evil and this 'Hero Corps' of his.

I'm working on chapters still, don't worry about it being late or taking a while. I want this story line to be hella good with how personal it's become, especially with how dark it would be for this story, which is just meant for shits and giggles. I have plenty of other stories for darker themes, so it's odd how this is the one of which I chose to vent and comment on the past.

ANYWHO, this chapter was actually recommended by "TigerVolcano5000"! Thanks for the motivation, it actually means a lot and might be the only reason I decided to write this chapter, especially with my limited knowledge on The Boys.

Well, see y'all later.