Greeting 1/3 ⛥

S T A K E O U T You and Malevola were dispatched to a new chaos-induced, villain uprising, origin story. Well, speculated. You sat together around an old wooden table, peering out the windows of a LA condo, waiting for a burst of flames or an earthquake to occur in the park.

Malevola grabs a couple of Doritos from the bowl and pops them in her mouth.

"This is boring— but I guess it's better than being sent to sub at a Catholic school. For the third time... anyways; chip?"