"Captain Sparkle Fingers? Really?" - Freddy Freeman x OC

||6|| Superhero Names Are Sick!

      Glass shattered as the robbers from the gas station flew out of them, my brother simply tossing them out as if they were trash being tossed into a can. Wrapped in Christmas lights, they hurriedly got to their feet and scrambled away, shouting in panic. Billy smiled at me, "Go get the beers." I shuffled to the fridge, grabbed a six-pack, and slid back to them. The girl shakily rang us up. "Th-three eighty-nine..." Freddy handed her four ones, and Billy picked the case up. We exited the station. "Sorry about your window!" "Have a good night!" "You're welcome for not getting robbed!" "Be safe, hon!" We all spoke our goodbyes to the girl, as Billy handed Freddy and I a popped beer. He popped the caps off like they were nothing, and we all clinked our bottles together. "To fightin' bad guys!" We took a sip almost simultaneously, and then it hit me. I think it hit them, too. The taste. I spat it out like I just received some horrible, life-changing news. So did the boys. Billy quietly spat it out, while Freddy made disgusted noises. "Blah! Ah-eugh.." "That tastes like actual vomit..." "Forget vomit! It tastes like butthole." I scrunched my nose up in disgust. We placed the last three beers on the side of the wall, and re-entered the store.

      I dug through the aisles along with them, though I filled my arms with what I enjoyed. Sour Patch Kids, two Milky Ways, one Twix, an M&M tube, a bag of Sour Cream and Onion Ritz Chips, and a bottle of Coca Cola. I met the boys up at the counter. Billy had Burning Cow Habanero jerky, a couple more regular sticks of jerky, Cheetos, Fritos, Sour Cream and Onion chips, Hershey's Multi-pack, and an 24oz energy drink. All Freddy was carrying was another bag of Burning Cow Habanero jerky and a 24oz soda can. We threw our goodies onto the counter, smiling awkwardly at the lady once more. She rang us up quietly and told us our total. "Sixty-nine eleven.." I snorted, but quickly sighed as Freddy handed her the rest of our money. We left the store again, the bell ringing behind us. Billy giggled as he held the door open for us, and Freddy hobbled along. The boys had their mouths full as they exchanged words. "Hey, Habanero jerky, if you eat enough of it, it can burn a hole in your stomach." Billy muffled through his jerky, "Worth it." I popped open the M&M tube and took half a mouthful, mumbling out, "Not really." "Pro'lly not you, though!" He nudged Billy as I trailed behind, eating the rest of my M&M's and tossing the tube into a nearby trashcan. "You pro'lly got stomach super powers." "Probably- Oh hey!" A woman passing us looked us up and down as if we were crackheads. "I'm a super hero." "Yeah! His name is, uh... Captain Sparkle Fingers." "No it's not, no it's not! That's not my name! That's not my-" "Captain Sparkle Fingers? Really?" "Hey, we should hang out! We're like, the same age!" "No you're not-" We were cut off by a low siren and a police car pulling into the parking lot. Billy hurriedly walked off behind the side of the building. "Wait up!" I called for him as I helped Fred hurry faster. We both hurried off into the night.

      We sat quietly for a minute, the three of us. I leaned back against the stairs and looked up at the two, then back down to the view of the street descending into the distance. "I mean, it's a pretty sick view. I totally get why Rocky would train so hard to get up here." I nod in agreement, humming slightly. "Yo, I like you like this! This is so cool!" Freddy looked over smiling. I looked back and up at him, tilting my head slightly. "I mean, no offense, but like... like, at first, you were the opposite of how... of how Darla is." I chuckled, looking at Billy's face. "A dick?" "Your words, not mine." The two yawned. Freddy smiled and looked back out at the view. I snorted, sucking in a Sour Patch Kid. I coughed a bunch and finally spat it out, after being attacked by the two with "Are you okay?"s and "Do you need a Heimlich?!"s. I shook my head, clearing my throat. "I'm okay. This is why you don't make me laugh while I'm eating!" I smirked back at them. They laughed nervously and sighed. We looked out at the view one last time before Freddy spoke up. "Now that Lyn's almost died, I feel like every criminal out there is either doing drugs or asleep by now. You guys want to head home?" "What if Rosa catches us? Especially with Billy like that?" "They're probably asleep or decorating the house, they won't know we left." "What about me? I can't go back looking like this!" Billy waved an arm over himself. Freddy put his hand up to his chin and made a stroking motion, as if he were thinking. "Don't strain yourself too hard." I smirked. He scoffed playfully. "Anyways, you'd usually have a lair to go back to, but right now we have a bunk bed and floor mattress. So that'll have to do."

      We sneaked up the stairs, and Billy paused, his back turned to us. We heard Victor talking to Rosa, and he said "It's not a home 'til you call it a home." I flicked him in the back of the head as we all crouched. He looked back at me as I mouthed 'Go!' We hurried up the stairs, my beanie wrapped around the bottom of Freddy's walking stick to muffle the noise, secured with a hair tie. We kept going, until... Creak. Billy lifted a fist to his mouth, his face contorting to a grimace. Freddy looked like he'd been caught in murder, and I shook my head in defeat. "H-Hello?" We heard Rosa stand and walk towards the stairs. "Freddy was showing me the bathroom! I forgot where it was." "Oh. Okay, kids. Goodnight, Freddy. Goodnight, Lyn." "Night!" "Night!" "G'night!" Billy! "Freddy? Lyn? Who was that?" "It's Billy! He's just- He-" "He's really tired, yeah.. he sounds weird because..." "Because he has laryngitis!" "Laryngitis?!" Billy whisper-screams, crouch-walking up the stairs slightly. "Just kidding! He finally hit puberty. My baby brother, all grown up." "I'm older than you by a minute!" He whisper-screams again. "Billy, you're back?! Let us see you!" We reached the top of the stairs as Freddy whispered urgently for us to hide. We enter the first room immediately, which was a mistake. The lamp turned on. "Freddy? Lyn?" We looked over and saw Darla sitting straight up in her bed, confused and tired. Billy zoomed over to her and covered her mouth. "Hey, covering her mouth like you're going to kidnap her is not gonna make her less scared, okay?" Freddy and I stared at Darla as Billy slowly let go of her mouth. "Darla, it's me. It's Billy. I know I don't look like me, a wizard made me-" "Don't say wizard, you dingus. She's gonna get confused." I roll my eyes, putting my shoulder on Freddy. He smirked because my arm was higher up. Curse being short. "Some old guy brought me to a temple, and he made me say Shazam-" Suddenly, a rumbling from above was heard. Then, light filled the room in a nanosecond- and Billy was back to normal, some smoke around him dissipating. I looked at him in shock. I glanced up and saw a slightly bright, charred hole in the ceiling. "Verbally triggered body manipulation properties? You can switch by saying Shazam!" Billy patted himself down, thankful to be back in his own body. Billy ran to the door to check if the coast was clear, and it was. We stood outside Darla's room with her, and crouched to talk to her. "Listen to me, Darla, you cannot tell anybody about this, alright?" "But it's Billy, he's a hero!" "Yes, he is. Which puts us in danger, because if a bad guy finds out we're his family, we can get hurt." "Is she even good at keeping secrets?" Billy asked, eyes wide. "Moderate." "No." "Oh, jeez.." I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Listen, D. You cannot tell a single soul, right? Please.." "Why? What if it's people we trust?" I thought for a moment. Billy beat me to it, "Because good sisters keep secrets." "You're a good sister, aren't you Darla?" I smiled, nodding my head. She nodded her head, smiling. "I'm a really good sister!" "You know what would make you a better sister? If you fixed the doorknob for us." Fred handed her the knob and patted her shoulder, as Billy started to walk past, soon followed by Freddy, then me. We all mumbled sweet dreams after her and hurried to our room.

      I hurried and put my PJ's on in the bathroom as Freddy and Billy changed in the room. I rushed back to the bedroom quickly, and closed the door. "Billy, you're gonna be the death of me one day." I sighed and sat on the mattress as Billy laughed quietly, climbing the ladder to the top bunk. Freddy tossed his crutch aside and settled in the bottom bunk. I covered myself up with the sheets on the floor mattress and rolled to face away from them. "G'night, dweebs." Freddy chuckled, "Night, Lyn." "G'night, nerd." Billy responded. Soon enough, I drifted happily out of consciousness to the memories made tonight.