Wrong Universe, Bad Time. MULTIVERSE — 2001 — Invincible User

Green faded to black then black faded to light. Light that made your brain feel as if it was being spilt in half in your skull. The light made your head pound and thump as your body felt weak from the wounds along your body. Red hues that started to turn purple-ish and blue-ish from the constant beatings from the villain and shifting from different universes. It was all so overwhelming and having to adjust from your universe to another was both painful and irritating. Especially since that piece of shit kept controlling what universe you go to and when you come back. How annoying.

The tower stood tall—above all buildings as if telling the people of the city that they were better. In fact, they were. The supes owned humanity and without them, the world would be useless. Man is ignorant. Dependent. Weak. The Vought Tower mocks humanity whilst the population praises the same hero’s who secretly don’t give a shit about them. The supes aren’t who people think they are. No. Vought does it for the fame and the money. Most super hero’s in this world were sick who killed humans—fucked each other—and would simply rather do drugs than care about a useless human. Most hero’s are assholes especially in the seven who only care about themselves.

Typically, Homelander’s presence is ominous within the team Seven—aka the strongest superhero team in the world, tonight is different. Tonight feels colder and hurts more than any brisk gust of wind during winter. It’s spring, yet he feels cold inside out. So cold that his body is curled into a ball like a child who ached for comfort—because in reality, he wanted nothing more than comfort in the moment. His blue muscled suit top half stayed hugging his skin as the cape is carelessly draped over the mattress in which he laid on. Meanwhile his bottom half is exposed for reasons nobody could understand why. His room in the tower was like his safe space. The space where he can unwind and unravel himself in which he’s done many times before in different ways...

The suit feels unusually cold and empty this night. Like someone has left a bad omen on it. Like it was cursed of something horribly sacred. It was driving the supe so mad that he ended up tricking himself into thinking he’s a psychopath. Well, actually, he’s not far from crazy. He’s right there in fact. It’s not like Homelander was innocent and had nothing that bad to take to the grave. He could be very manipulative to others with his charming American smile to be suave with the all so weak humans..

He could be violent with others like supes and beat them into submission when he wanted. He could even persuade others into explicit activities for his own pleasure which included what he did to Starlight to get her into the seven and also Soldier Boy in which he just fucked for his own sake to get off. He let those people on the plane die because he didn’t know how to save them. He wasn’t a good person nor a good super hero. The human’s were just too stupid to realize it.

“Who…the fuck are you?.”

A tall figure loomed over your batted up body on the floor of his apartment in the Vought tower. The apartment where he had many trophies from years back up until now. He’s never seen you before and you’ve never seen him before. Unbeknownst to him, you knew this was another universe Angstrom threw you into with his portals. But was most alarming about this one, was the fact that the man who had the serious face and the dominating presence, he wore his costume top with that blue color perfectly fitted against his muscles and bottoms that were nowhere to be found because…well he’s Homelander who can do whatever he fuck he wants.