Pathological Vigilante - (The Incredibles x Pixarverse, Syndrome!SI)
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Warning! So, important stuff - I am tinkering with some characters' ages for reasons. Smutty reasons.
In a sunny day of 1937, a little boy was born. That boy had red hair, blue eyes and... a bit of a gift. Or two. I mean, one can call my reincarnation as something of a curse considering that the plot didn't see this one coming but...
I am digressing.
So, I have died, and I got reborn as a child in the past. Sounds pretty simple... right? Well, no. It wasn't that simple.
Albeit it was true to use that summary, it wasn't complete or within context. The matter of the fact was that I was born in a franchise. A Pixar Franchise at that. The Incredibles was definitely one of the movies I had loved as a kid so, in a sense, I could say this was ironically good for society, but a curse for the world since I didn't intend to play the role my character was bound to face.
Oh right, I should introduce myself at this point.
My name is Buddy Pine, and I am... a nerd. A little superhero-loving boy that was an easy target for bullies - if I allowed them to catch me that is. While to my family I was the quiet and jovial kid, I was also a little genius as I had started to find ways to advance home appliance's technology.
Starting from small changes to planning for bigger ones, I was getting praised by the teachers, but hardly played their pet in their classes. I was just that good without being an utter shit about it. That didn't stop the usual taller-than-usual moron trying to flush my 'big head' down the drain.
Bullies had never been that much 'blunt' in my previous life, but I admit those were dumber and easier to dodge with enough prep-time. Ah yes, the most powerful ability for a genius.
Still, that didn't stop me from keeping track of the heroes. In this world, due to some dumb shit that had Marvel beat in terms of absurdity, the Heroes were soon going to be 'banned' from working because of the so-called Super Relocation Act. Instead of just rendering supes accountable by having the government keep track of who was who, the SRA was literally the kind of deal the US would give to drug-lords: you stop doing this shit, and we will ignore your 'crimes'.
It was currently ignored as the cold was had just started, but I knew it would change in a few years from now. By the time I was ten and Mr. Incredible was busy fighting off Bomb Voyage at night, I was focusing in completing the first self-sufficient toasting that would rely on a small battery and its own heat to sustain itself.
My parents were asleep and they hardly bothered about my all-nighters if I kept my grades up so... I was good to go to get the project finished before the next morning.
That being said, I wasn't exactly alone alone. While I was the only human in my bedroom, there was a tiny helper that couldn't help but huff as he carried to me some of the material I had forgotten in one of the corners of my disorderly 'mancave'.
"You should be a bit more attentive of your things, Bud. This is a big moment for you and you don't need to be lazy and mess things up."
The righteous tone made me roll my eyes as I nodded thankfully at the little toy of Mr. Incredible. "Thanks, Bob."
Bob was a gift I got two months ago from my ever-busy dad. Since my family was fairly rich, it wasn't that shocking to get such a 'special gift' for getting another round of consecutive stellar grades. And it took me a single month to confidently say-
"You can talk," I remember muttering at the action figure. "I have seen you move, I know you can speak, and, truth be told, I doubt anyone would believe it if I told them."
A pause, then... he 'blinked'.
"Look, I don't know how it works, but I am not trying to cause you or your fellow toys trouble. I just need... a friend."
...
"I... suppose an exception to the rule is doable. But only if you keep this secret between us, Bud!"
And that's how I found a friend in Bob. He loathed the name since it didn't feel 'right', but I knew the true identity of Mr. Incredible and that reaction was just downright hilarious and ironic. Any question on why I kept on insisting on calling him 'Bob' rather than 'stronger names' like 'Richard' or 'Steven' or whatever sounded fancy was always deflected or ignored.
I can play a meta-joke so long before it causes people to get suspicious. Sad but... Still yes, Toy Story is a thing.
Which, in turn, means that the Pixar Timeline theory is true to some extent. It could be fully real, or maybe partially so. I had no clue at the time how that reached out since... it was 1947 and there was no internet. I planned to solve this in due time, but right now I was too busy actually getting myself a stable understanding on consumer-based production.
If I can get a business around that, I should be able to ultimately grow up enough funds to pretty much dodge the Wall-E plot altogether. It was very far in the timeline, but I kind of don't want to see the planet ruined by trash. Like hell I would let that happen even if it would produce one of the most wholesome Robot Romances in human history.
Now, as Bob passed me the last bit of material I needed to get the toaster ready, I backed away to my 'safe pillow trench' and I used a string to turn on the lever for the toast. The loaf of bread got yanked inside the appliance tool, cooking as I waited for it to be done and... it didn't explode like last time. I felt relief as the toaster endured the task despite having some of its internal sections slightly damaged by the heat.
"So? How did it go? Success?"
I glanced back to Bob. "Some bits are fried. If I was to use it again so soon it would blow up," I muttered, looking back at the device. "I think I can get something stronger to keep the heat from being so harmful for the replacement."
"That's what I want to hear, sport. Never give up, not when you are so close to success!"
I allowed a smile to form in my face. I mean, I am not really a kid in my mind and soul, but the way this all felt like a dad cheering me up when my 'real one' was currently getting swamped away by paperwork truly gave me the positive reinforcement boost to feel still happy over the progress I have made. It was still too early to make any significant change in the timeline, and I had plenty of time to get ready for all curve balls coming my way.
Well, all but one.
As the months went by and the year 1947 approached December, something new came into town as a new family moved in my neighborhood. A father and a daughter, both from mainland China, that had gone to the US following the air of civil war at the end of WW2. But while one would be puzzled on how the town would react to a family from China, what really felt interesting to the folks all around was something about the girl's appearance:
She had red hair and her last name was Wu.
AN
So, I did the math. 'Grandma Wu' from Turning Red should be roughly the same age as Syndrome. And yes, the Incredibles' date are 100% canon and I verified those myself after a quick research. So... expect things to get 100% red panda really fast. The bullies sure will not see that one coming.