Jayr POV - Earth, New York City - 2022

  The time for Homender's Birthday Special has finally e, and I once mo over the key points in my speeake sure that everything is delivered as clearly as possible.

  Then I check the arras I made in the living room so that I broadcast my speech from here, well, they are quite simple, I just created a professional camera that stands in front of the couch to stream my speech all over the world, in fact, I didn't even hide the rest of the room so that those that are familiar with it easily reize it as Stormfront's former apartment.

  After that, I turn oop and cli the Crateris I, starting up the basic AI programmed by Crateris, Crathy, and soon on the s appear the words, "How I help you?"

  Seeing that, I nod and and, "Start taking trol of all the means of unication all over the globe, but for now, leave things as they are. I'll give you a clue when it is time for my broadcast." and on the s, the words, "Proceeding..."

  At the same time, tless and windows open and close stantly on the s as Crathy uses all the processing power of this ptop I created with my Spiral o using the schematic that Lenome gave me, making me grin while thinking, 'Despite its generid portable appearahis ptop is in fact, a Quantum Superputer powered by my Spiral o, and while it needs enough energy to blow up a po fun, its processing power is unparalleled.'

  While thinking that, I notice that Crathy doesn't open any new and windows anymore, meaning that it has already gained trol of every media in the world, so I add, "Ahing when I start my speech bring up on the s the evidence ected to the linked keywords I'll say on the s like for example "Flight 37". Is everything clear?" once again, on the s appears the words, "It'll be done."

  Seeing that, I thank Crathy for his work, sit on the couch, and then turn oV on the VBS el, and wait for the special to start waiting for the right moment to make my move.

  Soon on the s, I see a Latino young man in his 20s, around 1,80 meters tall, with short bck hair and eyes wearing a white and red suit standing in the middle of the stage with bright golden lights shining on him, he is Anne's childhood friend and ex-boyfriend, Alexandro Ramon aka Supersoniother Supe who genuinely desire to help others despite the fact that he had some drug addi issue in the past, but he got over it.

  (Image Here - Supersonic)

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  [colpse]Soon the music starts aarts to dance while singing an upbeat song with some of the most atrocious lyrics I have ever heard on par with the soul-crushing torture that was Justin Bieber, "?Baby, baby, baby. Got your lise to drive. You got your lise. Got your lise to drive me. Oh, yeah, crazy.?"

  And something that I didn't think ossible, they get even worse as the song tinues, "?Yeah, yeah. e over here, baby. Let's go. Got your hands spread wide. At ten and two. Ten and two. I'm gonna take you to driving school. I'm hugging those curves. Got your hands on my wheel. When you grab that stick. Grab that stick. Gonna make your tires squeal. Dangerous curves, she's my sweet 16. Make my engine purr, you're my teenage queen, oh.?"

  So much that I mutter in wonder, "Whoever creep wrote those lines should stay a thousaers from any schools... maybe even shot on sight..."

  Meanwhile, the song goes on, "?Baby, baby, baby, got your lise to drive. Got your lise to drive me crazy. e on, pretty baby, make me feel so alive. Feel so alive. Got your lise to drive. Got your lise to drive. Now that you're 16. Me crazy. Yeah, baby. Yeah, yeah. I've got you. Got those tight jeans on. You're on a mission. The seat goes back, put my key in ynition. Slip oo the passenger side. Now, baby, baby, got to show me your ride. Dangerous curves, she's my sweet 16. Make my engine purr, you're my teenage queen, oh.?"

  At this point, uo endure any longer I yell out, "Crathy find the creep that wrote this fug song and see if there is anything incriminating on his phone, puter, e-mail, everything! If he is make sure that he goes to therapy, if he isn't tact the authorities as soon as possible!"

  Meanwhile, Supersonitio sing, and now I notice how unfortable he is singing this song, "?Baby, baby, baby, got your lise to drive. You've got your lise. Got your lise to drive me crazy. e on, pretty baby, make me feel so alive. Got your lise to drive. Got your lise to drive. Show me your lise and drive me crazy. Baby, baby, baby, got your lise to drive. Oh, finally. Got your lise to drive me crazy. e on, pretty baby, make me feel so alive. Got your lise to drive. Got your lise to drive. Now that you're 16. Me crazy."

  At this moment, I'm truly sidering whenever I should y sense of hearing but soon, Supersonigs the final verses and they don't get aer, "?Your road's gettier. You're so fine. When you're cruising in your Jetta. Cruising in your Jetta for me. Cruise in your Jetta for me, baby, baby, baby. Got your lise to drive. Oh, finally. Got your lise to drive me crazy. e on, pretty baby, make me feel so alive. Got your lise to drive. Lise to drive. Now that you're 16. Me crazy."

  Supersonids the dance by raising his right fist into the air, and while the crowd is cheering and appuding, I 't help but ent, "This song should be sidered a crime against humanity! Why the hell are they cheering!?"

  Meanwhile, oage, I see another familiar faing up taking Supersonic's pce, he is an Afri-Ameri Supe, 1,84 meters tall, with short bck hair and dark brown eyes, and a light goatee beard, he is wearing multicolored blue, yellow, green, and red suit that seems to represent the Afri Fg and seems quite proud of it as he walks toward the microphone, he is Reginald Franklier known as The A-Train, the Supe who killed Hughie's first girlfriend and the knock-off version of the Fsh.

  (Image Here - A-Train)

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  [colpse]A-Train twirls in front of the microphoo show everyohe new colors of his suit as he ughs and says, "Ha, ha, ha. Yeah. Yeah!"

  Then as the audience tio cp their hands, he urges them to tinue, "Yeah, all right. Let's hear it for Supersonic, everybody. A very possible future member of the Seven."

  After that, he introduces the ones who will e up oage, "All right, so now, I would like t out our cocaptains. So let's give it up for Starlight and the man of the hour himself, Homender!"

  At the same time, on the multiple stage dispys behind him appear the image of Homender's bust and a starlit sky in the background.

  Then from behind one of the stage dispys, Anne and Homender e out, both waving at the audieh some bright fake smile on their faces.

  After that, A-Train moves closer to Homender and shakes his hand whispering something that the audience 't clearly hear, of course, I don't have that problem, and hear A-Train simply say, "Happy birthday, Homender."

  To whiender replies with, "Hey, thank you." but then he adds in a lower tone as he chuckles, "Yeah. I see yirdle, you disgusting fat f?ck. Get off the f?g stage." maki out a sigh and ent, "Hah, how charming..." then I say, "Crathy make sure to ect also to those stage dispys and others like them all over the world... After all, I want to reach as many people as possible."

  I then look at the ptop s ahe words, "Already done." seeing that, I smile and say, "Thanks."

  Then I focus ba the TV ahat Aarts her introdu, "Wow, I'm so hoo be with you guys tonight to celebrate my dear friend... aor Homender. I'm here to do more than wish you a happy birthday, though. I'm thrilled to be announg a project that is near ao my heart. The Starlight House is a nonprofit foundation dedicated to helping homeless and at-risk youth."

  But right at that moment, someone from the audience yells out, "Hey, Homender! Your Nazi died!" stunning everyone in the audience, and soon the security takes him away, while a strange silence falls into the theater.

  I look at Homender as he tries to keep that fake smile on his face, and at the same time, Aammers, "Homender... He's just, he's a human. He's just like the rest of us. And we all make mistakes, right? But we all deserve sed ces. In that spirit, Homender has agreed to donate 10 million..."

  At this point, Homender ughs softly then his face hardens as he looks down.

  At the same time, I realize, 'Wow, I still didn't do anything and he is already about to snap? Talk about luck!'

  Meanwhile, Anne tinues, "... to the Starlight House, which is, I mean..." but soon he smiles and says "No." Anne tio try to defuse the situation and says, "Give... e on. Give it up."

  But again Homender says, "No." Aries again as she cps her hands to ence the audieo do the same, "Give it up for this guy."

  Homender 't stand it anymore and louder than before he says, "No. No. No!" making all the appuse stop.

  Then he moves in front of the microphone and says, "Starlight lied to you just now. She did. I don't make mistakes. I'm not "just like the rest of you." I'm stronger. I'm smarter. I'm better. I am better. I'm not some weak-kneed f?g crybaby that goes around fug apologizing all the time. And why the f?ck would you wao be?"

  Seeing him like that, I mutter in wonder, "What the flip? Why is he making things easier for me!?"

  At the same time, I hear a female voi the trol room shout, "Go to f?g ercial, Ro to f?g ercial."

  But soon after that Homender yells while pointing at the man, "Don't you dare stop rolling, Roger!"

  At this point, I smirk and pull out the ese Novel protagonist in me and mutter, "Fear not a god-like enemy, but a pig-like rade." then I and, "Get ready, Crathy. We are about to start."

  Meanwhile, Homender tinues with his speech, "All my life, people have tried to trol me. My whole life. Rich people, powerful people have tried to muzzle me, cel me, keep me impotent and obedient like I'm a fug puppet. You know what? It worked. Because I allowed it to work. And guess what? If they trol me, then you bet your ass they trol you. They already do. You just don't realize it. I'm done. I am done apologizing. I am done being persecuted for my strength. You people should be thanking Christ that I am who and what I am because you need me. You need me to save you. You do. I am the only one who possibly . You're not the real heroes. I'm the real hero. I'm the real hero."

  At this point, a wide smile forms on my face as I think about what I am about to do, then I mute the TV, take a deep breath, and and, "Crathy, it's showtime!"

  Homender POV - Earth, New York City - 2022

  As everyoood in silearing at me, I never felt so free, I finally let out everything I held in my chest, that oppressive feeling that I carried throughout this whole year was finally gone, I have never felt better in my life.

  But right at this moment, I hear a youthful voice that says, "Wow, if he is the real hero, then this world is truly fucked."

  As soon as I hear this voice, I notice that everyone is now looking behind me, and turning around, I see that the multiple stage dispys are now showing the image of a young man with messy dark blue hair and bright green eyes calmly sitting on a cou a somewhat familiar room with a small smile on his face.

  Then the young man says, "Well, excuse my rudeness and foul nguage but I couldn't stand the bullshit that came out of that man-child's mouth any longer, especially when the "real hero" has a list of his victims, both directly and ily, that is way lohan the list of people he truly saved."

  Hearing that, I immediately feel the fmes of anger lit up once again while thinking, 'How does this brat dare to call me man-child and say that in front of everyone!? I will find him and rip him apart one limb at a time!'

  At the same time, I hear Ashley in the trol room as she yells in panic, "Why the fuck this is also appearing on my phone! What the fuck is going on!? Cut the fug broadcast, Roger!" but Roger replies, "I 't! I lost trol of everything! It doesn't even respond to the ands!"

  Meanwhile, the young man says, "But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more onpce soubriquet, to suggest the character of this personable dramatis persona..." as he slightly bows his head.

  Theands up with fir yelling, "Presto!" and says with expressive body nguage, "Presented, a humble practiced performer, cast by proxy as both predator and prey by the permutations of Fate. This pretense, no mere posture of pride, is a persistence of the populi vox, now passed, perished. However, this plucky presentation of a by-gone problem stands primed, and has pledged to penalize these perfidious and poisonous pests proteg perversion and promising the powerfully primitive and prodigious prohibition of purpose."

  Then a big glowing golden "P" appears behind him as he spreads his arms wide and decres, "The only pronou is punishment; a payback, held as a paot profitless, for the prid probity of such shall one day protect the perspicacious and the pure."

  He then giggles almost uo maintain the serious facade and says, "Positively, this potpourri of pleonasm pivots most periphrastic, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me Pucci, Jayr Pucci."

  And this young man ends this ridiculous introdu with a bow, making me question his sanity.

  After that, he raises his head and with a smile, he says, "I apologize for the quite dramatitrodu, but I wao pull off something like this for quite a while. Anyway, for those who didn't quite ua, my name is Jayr Pucci, and at the moment I took trol of all the media to make so that my message will be able to reach everyone in the world so that the truth won't be hidden under a heaps of lies anymore."

  The young man who introduced himself as Jayr Pucce again sits on the coud says, "Now you should be asking, "Why should we trust the words of an unknown handsome young man?" Well, you will believe me as I will also show you proof of everything I'm going to tell you, as how I got those is also quite simple if you think about it. If I easily trol every media, phone, puter, and su the world, why 't I hato the most secure works and take everything I need?"

  At this point, I g Stan and see something, I never expected to see, his worried face, then I look back as this Jayr smiles knowingly almost as if he is looking straight at me, and says, "First of all, let's start with everyone's favorite "real hero", Homender, real name John Gillman, for now, I won't go into the details of his birth, but damn, since young this one killed a hell lot of people, but I'll only tell you about his most ret and evil as."

  As he says this, I hear that stupid t Ashley panic, even more, yelling at everyoo take back trol or shut dowhing, but no matter what they try, it is useless, so I take the matter into my hands and use my Heat Vision to destroy the stage dispys, but soon I realize that my red heat energy beam is stopped by some kind of glowing barrier and no matter of much I try, I'm uo cut through it.

  Soon after I hear his voi my head as he says, [It's useless John, even if you were able to destroy those stage dispys, you wouldn't be able to stop this as, as I have said before, it is shown oV, pared, or phone s, on every el, and on every streaming site, you 't stop it, so just enjoy the show.]

  Hearing that, I unsciously stop my Heat Vision as I have a sinking feeling of what is about to happen.

  At the same time, he says, "Now, I'm sure that everyone remembers the tragit of a couple of years ago where a transoic flight was highjacked mid-flight and the people aboard were being held as hostages by terrorists but then somethi wrong and the pne fell and 123 hijackers, creassengers, lost their lives right? Indeed, I'm talking about the infamous Flight 37 and the thing that went wrong that some people tried to hide so desperately was that Homender was the cause behind that tragit."

  As he says that, the dreaded video appears on the s beside him showing me and Meave on that damned pne, from the start to the end, how we easily dealt with the terrorist, but there are also other ses from other points of view that show how I killed the st terrorist while also damaging the trol panel, how after that we tried to escape, holeas to me to take at least a couple of children, but I reply that those damn kids will rat us out so I gave her an ultimatum, either flee with me or die with them.

  And as Queen Maeve relutly decides to leave the kids on the po die and flee with me, the se of me threatening the scared passengers is shown, before I take Meave away and they fall to their death.

  After that fug video, the damned kid on the s shakes his head and ents, "I'm sure everyone remembers how it ended, Homender after that gave a quite passionate speech as he told the hat the pne had already fallehey arrived and they didn't make it in time, because they wasted time trying to get the necessary authorization from the authorities. He then promised that if the gover allowed superheroes to join the military, suts would never happen again. Quite the hero isn't it? Not only did he basically cause the whole mess that ended with the death of 123 people, but he even took advantage of that to further his own selfish cause."

  Before I could say anything, he tinues, "And that isn't even the worst of what this "hero" is capable of to fulfill his own selfish desires... Ahing he had his hands in that affected quite a lot of lives is the very creation of what is nowadays known as Supe Terrorist..."

  And just like before, another video appears beside him, this one seems from a surveilnce camera, showialking with Madelyn Stillwell.

  I clearly hear my voice as the me on the video says, "Madelyn. Did it ever occur to you that... a Supe Terrorist showing up exactly when we needed him to was... a pretty fug incredible ce? It's almost like... someone p."

  I look at the me in the video smiling proudly as I sat, "Mm-hmm. Me. Me. I made him." making Madelyion me, "What do you mean you "made him"?"

  And the me in the video starts to expin with a smile on his face as he walks around her, "Well, I borrowed some pound V, had A-Train run it all over the globe, and I supercharged some jihadis. Heh. Uh, not to oversimplify it. I mean, it-it was actually very difficult and very messy, using adult subjects. There's a good reason that Vought doesn't do it. But... well, enough survived to call the operation a huge success. Huge. And now... we have vilins all over the globe... that only we fight. In sequel after sequel... after sequel."

  At this point, the video stops, and that damned Jayr ents, "Woah! I have heard before of heroes creating their own nemesis... but this takes the cake! It almost makes one ask who is the real Supe Terrorist here, isn't it?"

  I 't stand his pt smirk anymore, so I start to study his surroundings to find where exactly he is so that I rip off his face, 'He should be nearby or at least in some pce I'm familiar with because I'm sure that I have seen those walls, that marble floor, and the view that be seen from the window behind him somewhere... But why 't I remember where!?'

  I also use my super hearing to try to pick up his voice, but I hear it from everywhere as every damn television, puter, smartphone and even radio around a thousand miles from here are fug broadcasting this shit, moreover, I clearly hear many es and curses aimed at me.

  Hearing all their hate directed at me, makes me darkly realize, 'Very well, if you all won't love and admire me... Then I'll make you all learn to fear and worship me! I'll take off my fug gloves aroy everything, make all you pigs stand at yhtful pce! On your knees lig the ground I'll step on, worshipping me as the god I am! But before that! I have to make that fug kid that started it all suffer and beg for mercy as I'll rip him apart one small piece at a time, just enough to keep him alive so that he watch as I kill and defile everyone he cares for!'.

  While I was thinking that, he says, "Well, I have talked enough about this piece of shit that you call a hero, if you want a plete list of his crimes and of those Supes like him, you just have to visit the site I created whose address you will find in your e-mails, its name is trueevil.fandom. the sender is JayrPucci@vought_admin.."

  Jayr POV - Earth, New York City - 2022

  I feel the e of all the people across the world as they watch my speech, I'm truly gd to sehat most of the people supp Homender are now already denoung him, only a small part of them, the true diehard fanboy, are still believing that this is only a plot against their "hero", fully believing in the fact that Homender with his "enormous power" will once again e up at the top and bring justice to the evil me, but luckily those are only a small minority.

  While sensing the overall situation of the globe, I tio smile in front of the camera while thinking, 'For now, everything is going acc to the pn. I was able to expose Homender, I have slightly maniputed his mind to make him fet about Stromfront's apartment for just long enough so that I finish this. Moreover, remembering what Meave told me about him, I also directed all his hate on me so that he'd seare before he unleashes his fury oher people. Now it's time to attack the Vought Iional as a whole.'

  Thinking that, I proceed to the part of my speech, "Now, Homeder may be an evil, maniputive, mass murderer, rapist douchebag... But he did say something true in his previous enraged speech. He talked about rich people who trolled him and who are trolling and maniputing you all too. The clear target of those accusations is, of course, Vought Iional. A very corrupt glomerate who pulled off a hell lot of nasty, bone-chilling as throughout the years."

  Odyin