Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Madcap & Mayhem (Worm)

Commission

Themes: Loving Sex, Rough Sex, Plot

Summary: An AU where instead of going Cauldron and gaining powers to become the heroine Battery, she gets powers for the exact opposite reason... so she can join her crush Madcap in his villainous activities.

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Part 1:

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It almost didn’t feel real even now, even as she stood there in an upright position, locked in place and held in Brute Graded restraints with a mask over her mouth. She, Paige Mcabee, was on her way to the Birdcage.
 
At the same time that it all felt so unreal, Paige also couldn’t help but feel that it was inevitable too. She’d seen how they all acted around her throughout her trial. Even her own lawyer was… he was on their side, wasn’t he? In hindsight, there was no other outcome than this, was there?
 
That didn’t mean she wanted to go. She’d be crying right now if she hadn’t already cried herself hoarse a dozen times over. Her eyes are red and puffy no doubt, but she has no tears left to give. The saline drip doesn’t provide her with enough nutrients for her to waste anymore water on such things apparently.
 
She’d have more chances to cry down in the Birdcage, she supposed. Or she wouldn’t, if they decided to kill her fast. Maybe she should be hoping for that. Maybe she should-
 
KABOOM!
 
Paige’s eyes snap wide as the sound of a not-so-distant explosion. She barely has a second to brace before something slams into the prison truck she’s held in… or rather, the prison truck slams into something immovable.
 
Her breath catches in her throat as hope wells up within her for the first time in weeks. Could it be? There was no way, right? And yet… she can feel that the vehicle has come to a sudden, involuntary stop. She can feel as the engine cuts out and her mobile holding cell is left dead in the water. Somehow, Paige doesn’t think this is actually the norm for arriving at the Birdcage. Hopefully, they’re nowhere near the extreme prison to be frank.
 
Heart pounding in her chest, Paige watches from her spot effectively ensconced in the wall as the back doors of the prison truck are abruptly torn off by someone who was only familiar to her due to their infamy. Just as Madcap is climbing up into the truck however, Paige’s eyes catch on the spectacle taking place behind him… as his partner, Mayhem, dodges containment foam and puts Paige’s PRT guards in the ground.
 
From the look of things, they’re in a desert. Lots of open space allowing Mayhem to do what she did best… make a mess of things. Meanwhile, Madcap soon reaches Paige’s cell. She’s the only one in the truck right now. The only one headed for the Birdcage. And that means… he’s here for her.
 
“Hey there little birdie. Paige, right?”
 
She can’t even nod as she currently is, so she settles for blinking rather exaggeratedly. Madcap chuckles, before looking at her restraints with sympathy. Reaching out, he grabs the front of her box… and tears it open just as effectively as he tore open the back of the truck.
 
“Let’s get you out of here, sweetheart.”
 
Before she knows it, Paige has been freed of her restraints and is being bundled out the back of the truck. Just in time for Mayhem to finish dealing with the last of the guards. Paige doesn’t know if any of the men watching her survived… but she’s also not entirely sure she cares.
 
“Package secured?”
 
Mayhem’s no-nonsense tone provokes another chuckle from Madcap.
 
“Yes, Puppy. Package secured. Call in evac, if you please.”
 
Nodding sharply, Mayhem proceeds to put a hand to her ear and speak quietly. Paige, meanwhile, finds herself turned to face Madcap as he holds her by the shoulders.
 
“Full disclosure, darling. We don’t do charity. And while you might have been able to pay for an extraction before they did this to you, we both know all of your accounts were seized by the government very early on. Your penniless.”
 
Paige whimpers and nods. She’d been wondering why they hadn’t removed the mask part of her restraints yet, but it made sense now. At least her hands were free, but that didn’t suddenly translate to being able to remove the mask covering her lower face herself. All she could do was play along.
 
The sudden sound of a helicopter’s blades in the distance startles Paige and she looks to see what can only be described as a tinkertech vehicle RAPIDLY approaching them. Her heart begins to pound again, even as Madcap leans in close to her ear.
 
“You’re going to be going with The Elite, darling. They’ll give you an offer you can’t refuse. You’ll take it because the other option is death now that the Birdcage is off the table. Still, the Elite are fair. They’ll make you work off your debt, and then they’ll pay you properly. And if one day you decide you want out and you’ve saved up enough… you know who to contact for an extraction, don’t you?”
 
Paige’s eyes have gotten progressively wider as Madcap speaks. But at the end of it all, she manages a single shaky nod to the smiling villain before he passes her off to a man leaning out of the tinkertech chopper. Paige allows herself to be dragged up into an empty seat and strapped in. After all, no matter what life held for her next… it was better than being dead. And it was sure as fuck better than the Birdcage.
 
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SLAM!
 
“Fuck! You fucking asshole!”
 
“Heh, you know you love it, darling.”
 
Her response, as he shoves her up against the wall, is to curl her limbs around him all the tighter. Because she does love it. She absolutely fucking loves it. Ethan, otherwise known as the villain Madcap, handles her roughly solely because he knows she loves it. As his cock thrusts up inside of her again, Alice’s eyes flutter and she moans throatily.
 
She’s all business when she’s Mayhem. Dressed in that costume, she doesn’t let anything get to her, doesn’t let herself get distracted. But off the clock so to speak, when they’re back home and out of costume… she’s just Alice. The girl who betrayed her father and ran away with the bad boy.
 
Of course, being who she was, Alice did nothing by halves. It wasn’t just enough to run away from home with a bad boy… no, she had to run away with the baddest boy of all. At least where her detective of a father was concerned.
 
Perhaps in another life, she might have grown up hearing her dad gripe about Madcap’s exploits and developed a justice boner that demanded she apprehend the villain once and for all. But in this life, that simply wasn’t who Alice was. Hearing about Madcap’s antics, even through the incredibly biased lens of her father’s retellings, had excited Alice more than angered her.
 
Madcap was free… and he freed others as well. It was the coolest thing Alice had ever heard. So yeah, when she’d come of age she’d decided she would do something about all her dad’s griping. She’d decided she would join Madcap. Of course, to do that, Alice needed powers. She needed to be able to stand on par with him.
 
It was the one secret she kept from her husband after all these years. Cauldron. They’d been very clear that if she told him or anyone about their existence, they would know and the consequences would be dire. In a world of superpowers, the organization that literally manufactured superpowers was nothing to mess around with. Alice believed them wholeheartedly.
 
That said, so far they hadn’t been in contact with her. She’d proven her skill to Madcap, joined up with him… and now, years later, was married to the man behind the mask himself… Ethan, the love of her life.
 
Kissing him deeply, Alice groans as Ethan continues to thrust into her, fucking her against the wall without holding anything back. Their powers complemented each other massively, but even more than that, their personalities did as well. Alice loved being manhandled. She loved being fucked by a big, strong man with a big, fat cock. She loved being Ethan’s woman, and she knew he loved having her at his side.
 
He might have been a bachelor when she first set out to join him, but these days he was very much the best husband Alice could have asked for. That said…
 
As they pull apart from their lip lock, Ethan grunts and pulls her from the wall, walking them both over to the couch and sitting down. Alice goes with him, immediately beginning to ride him as he cedes control to her. At the same time, she places her hands on his cheeks but doesn’t go back to kissing him.
 
“You’re getting soft, Ethan.”
 
It’s not said with an accusatory tone, but an affectionate one. Her husband chuckles at that and shakes his head as he kneads her ass cheeks while she bounces up and down on his dick.
 
“Am I?”
 
Scoffing, Alice loops her arms around his neck.
 
“I heard; you know. Giving that girl a way out in the future. Should I be worried? Should I be jealous.”
 
Ethan’s eyes flash at her challenging tone, and he reaches up to grab one of her breasts, giving it a good, harsh squeeze that sends a jolt of pleasurable lightning up Alice’s spine. Then, he tweaks the nipple, making her squeak.
 
“Jealous, Puppy? Don’t be ridiculous. You and I both know we share everything. If I wanted to bring a little birdie to our bed, you would get to have just as much fun with her as me.”
 
Alice tries to keep her cool, tries not to show how his words get to her… but it’s impossible to pretend like the clenching and tightening of her cunt around his throbbing erection doesn’t happen. Indeed, as in tune with one another as they are, Ethan immediately notices and gives her a wicked grin.
 
“Oh? Like that idea, do you? Hah, even after all these years, I learn new things about you, Alice.”
 
For a moment, she almost tells him right then and there. But before she can work up the courage, Ethan’s face takes on a more serious look.
 
“You weren’t gentle today. They’ll saddle us with a Kill Order soon at this rate, love.”
 
Alice’s jaw clenches. She hadn’t killed ALL of the PRT Troopers guarding the prison transport today. But she hadn’t made sure they all lived either. Part of that was because she herself might have gotten a little soft. While saving Paige Mcabee after watching that utter shit show of a trial the poor girl was forced through had felt good… it wasn’t enough. Sure, most of those PRT troopers were just doing their jobs, but their jobs were to uphold a corrupt and unjust system.
 
And don’t get Alice wrong either. She knew full well that the majority of the villains she and Madcap ‘extracted’ weren’t good people by a long shot. But that was just it. Alice didn’t believe there was such a thing as good people in this world. Just those who had power and those who didn’t. All she and Madcap were REALLY doing was redistributing said power.
 
Unfortunately, today’s job had been an actual redistribution. Rather than freeing Canary for Canary’s sake, they’d freed her on behalf of the Elite, who had paid a truly exorbitant amount for their services. That didn’t sit as well with Alice as she might have liked, but it was the job and there was no use complaining about it. She HAD taken out some of her frustration on the PRT though, that was for sure.
 
“… We’re already on our way to that anyways, Ethan. If we take too many more Birdcage Jobs, you know they’ll stop holding back, even if we leave every guard alive from here on out. We’re too much of a stain on their record.”
 
Ethan sighs and offers a rueful smile and a nod at that. His hands continue to roam her body, and Alice continues to ride him to kingdom come. This is just how they debrief, to be honest. By having rough, hardcore sex while talking through their problems, if they have any.
 
“I know Puppy… but the Birdcage Jobs pay the best, and we can’t do this forever.”
 
True. In fact… Alice lets out a shuddering breath and leans forward, planting her forehead against Ethan’s. Immediately, her husband goes still, growing concerned.
 
“… What’s wrong, Alice?”
 
Smiling slightly, Alice shakes her head, grinding her forehead into his just a little bit.
 
“Nothing. Exact opposite. You’re right… we can’t do this forever.”
 
Then, before she can second guess herself again, Alice grabs Ethan’s hand by the wrist and guides it to her belly. She’s not showing yet. She doesn’t even really have a baby bump at this point. But she can tell from the way he goes even stiller that he knows what she’s about to say before she even says it.
 
“… I’m pregnant.”

There’s the briefest of pauses, in which she knows her husband is going through all the possible ramifications of that statement at once. Ethan might have been a loveable goofball, and Madcap was a roguish scamp, but Alice alone knew just how smart the man truly was, in any persona. And yet, when he finally responds…
 
“That’s wonderful news, Alice. Glorious news, even!”
 
Alice’s lips split into a grin, as she looks her husband in the eye and sees the full depth of his sincerity. They’re kissing a moment later, basking in the shared happiness of their coming bundle of joy. Alice bounces up and down on Ethan’s cock some more, and Ethan groans, unable to hold himself back much longer. Finally, he holds her by the hips and empties himself inside of her, filling her with his seed. Not that it matters at this point… he’s already damn well knocked her up.
 
Still, Alice basks in the afterglow, curling up on his chest as Ethan holds her to him.
 
“… We can retire at any time, you know. We have more than enough money saved up for it.”
 
Alice looks up into her husband’s eyes and smiles softly. He’s fully serious. She’d hoped he would be like this, committed to doing anything for their child. Luckily, she’d turned out to be right.
 
“We can talk about that later. Right now… let’s just rest.”
 
“… Do you have any names? I’ll admit, my family has nothing of value to contribute in terms of ideas…”
 
Alice brightens at that, before slowly nodding.
 
“I did have one idea… if it’s a boy… James. If it’s a girl, Jamie. After my baby sister.”
 
Ethan pauses at that, before holding her all the tighter.
 
“Sure, Puppy. Sounds great.”
 
Alice smiles and cuddles him right back. Jamie was the name her parents would have given Alice’s baby sister… if she’d been born. Alas, fate had not been kind. And while Alice had no intention of ever interacting with her parents ever again… she’d always liked that name.

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Part 2:

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Anyone looking for her would hear her long before they would see her. Miss Militia on her motorcycle isn’t all that quiet, even as she pulls up on and then dips down a ramp into an underground parking garage. Once she’s put her vehicle in place, the Warden hops down off of it and makes her way towards the elevator with quick steps.
 
There, an armed Officer stands at attention, giving her a nod as she passes him by.
 
“Ma’am.”

Dressed in her usual attire, Miss Militia cuts quite the exemplary figure. In a world that’s been through hell and back ever since the Gold Morning, she represents stability. Perhaps that’s why on top of her usual scarf and sash patterned after the American Flag, her stylized, form-fitting fatigues these days have a color-swapped palette. Instead of greens, greys, and blacks, they’re in red, white, and blue.
 
Still, it’s currently the middle of the summer, so she’s not wearing her new hood at least. Her dark hair is down and some of her olive skin is visible. At her side, her power currently takes the form of a holstered pistol, barely even flickering under the heroine’s airtight control. Stepping into the elevator, she gives the Officer a nod right back before standing there silently until the doors close.
 
Thirty minutes later, almost on the dot, the door opens again, depositing a familiar-looking woman without the American Flag scarf covering her face or the red, white, and blue fatigues to accentuate her curves. She looks like a perfectly normal woman as she steps out of the elevator, fresh off a shower that’s removed any of the sweat she might have accumulated from her patrol.
 
“Ma’am.”
 
The Officer guarding the elevator doesn’t miss a beat, of course. And this time around, Hannah is able to grace him with a perfect white smile along with another nod as she heads quietly across the garage to her motorcycle. A different motorcycle than the one she’d rode in on of course. This one was her own personal motorcycle, for civilian activities.
 
She pulls out of the underground garage through a different exit just a couple minutes later, helmet covering her head as she blazes down the road. Ten minutes later and she’s arrived home, parking in a different, far less secured garage under her apartment complex. From there, Hannah makes her way up stairs, foregoing the elevator this time in order to give herself a little bit more exercise before she reaches her apartment where she’s bound to just lay around for the rest of the night doing much of nothing at all.
 
By the time she arrives outside of her door, Hannah is only barely out of breath, her power taking the form of a sheathed knife wrapped around her left bicep. Sighing explosively, the dark-haired heroine pulls out her keys and opens the door to her apartment, stepping in as her shoulders slump, the adrenaline draining away from her.
 
Of course, no sooner has she stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind herself then she feels it. Something hard and pointed presses into her back and Hannah freezes in place, tensing up.
 
“Don’t move.”
 
The moment she hears that familiar voice is the same moment that Hannah picks up on the fact that its not a gun pressing into the small of her back… but a finger. And yet, still she doesn’t make any effort to fight back. Because that finger is just as dangerous as any gun could ever possibly be.
 
“Madcap.”
 
A throaty chuckle comes from the villain currently holding her at ‘finger point’. As a kinetic energy manipulation, Madcap was dangerous in close quarters. VERY dangerous. He could put her into the floor hard enough to break her nose with a single touch if he wanted to. And he already had the drop on her… so it wasn’t like she could do anything but play along.
 
“Hands where I can see them, Militia. Walk forward.”
 
She bristles but does as she’s told, lifting her hands into the air and keeping them nice and empty. Her power remains a sheathed knife on her bicep… a good move, because even as Madcap walks with her, she hears the sound of her apartment door locking behind them, signaling the presence of a second.
 
“Mayhem.”
 
The responding giggle is far more feminine than anything Madcap is capable of as his female partner struts into view. The two of them… they’re like the modern day Bonny and Clyde. If Bonny and Clyde had superpowers and were mercenaries who knocked over prison transports for cash instead of banks. They were also an incredibly effective duo. A true power couple if Hannah had ever seen one.
 
“So good to see you again, Militia.”
 
Frowning, Hannah chances a look back over her shoulder at the two of them.
 
“You can’t possibly think you’ll get away with this.”
 
Snorting, Madcap pokes her in the back pointedly, and for a moment Hannah stiffens in anticipation of a whole world of pain. But no, it’s a normal poke, your average jab.
 
“Get away with what? What do you think we’re here to do, Militia?”
 
Without missing a beat, Mayhem jumps right back in.
 
“We were just in the area. Couldn’t help but drop in. Don’t worry, no one’s hired us to hurt you~”
 
“… Much.”
 
Their amusement is galling. Or at least, that’s what Hannah tells herself. She bristles, struggling to stay angry, gritting her teeth as she forces a growl through her lips.
 
“You two…”
 
“You’re cute, but enough chit-chat. Let’s get to the fun part. Strip, darling. And no funny business.”
 
That’s Mayhem. Madcap, of course, is quick to follow up on his partner’s words though.
 
“That’s right. You might be able to take us… or at least get away from us. But think of the damage a fight between the three of us would cause to this building. All of those innocent people who live around you… even if they don’t get hurt, do they really deserve to lose their homes? Some of them probably just got them back~”
 
Hearing them talk like that… it’s a little easier to muster the anger she’s looking for. Scowling, Hannah slowly reaches down and shucks off her shirt, before moving onto her pants. She moves carefully and mechanically as she stripes herself naked for them.
 
“You’re both monsters. Villains. You could do so much good if you just… if you just joined the Wardens.”
 
“Oh come now, we all know that’s not going to happen. Besides… you would hate it if we went straight~”
 
Hannah carefully does not respond to that as she removes her undergarments as well. Her bra falls away to reveal olive-skinned breasts capped with slightly darker nipples, and her panties slide down her legs, the Kurdish woman bending over in order to remove them properly. She probably should have seen it coming in all honesty.
 
S-SMACK!
 
A position of vulnerability like that? They weren’t going to be able to resist. And yet, Hannah is still caught off guard, yelping as Mayhem’s hand comes down on her ass, spanking her silly. The sheathed knife on her bicep flickers and is suddenly an unsheathed blade in her hand, but as soon as that happens she goes still, not wanting to give off the impression that she’s about to attack.
 
There’s a beat of silence, and then another dark chuckle from Madcap.
 
“Bend over the couch, darling.”
 
With little choice in the matter, Hannah does as she’s told, still holding her power in the form of a knife. It’s not like a knife could really hurt either of them anyways. A gun would be much more of a threat, but even that wouldn’t do much besides cause damage to her apartment and the surrounding building.
 
“Sheathe it.”
 
Biting her lower lip, Hannah once more does as she’s told, her power flicking back into a sheathed knife attached to her upper arm. However, the moment she does so, Mayhem’s hand comes down on her ass again.
 
S-SMACK!
 
This time, she controls herself… but that doesn’t mean they’re happy with her. Madcap’s voice is filled with amusement as he hums and shakes his head.
 
“Not what I meant, darling.”
 
Mayhem follows up by grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them wide, revealing the puckered ring of her anus for both to see. Hannah gasps, trying to ignore how it feels, trying to ignore the humiliation of the moment.
 
“Put it here.”
 
The female member of the duo’s tone brooks no argument and Hannah flushes, hanging her head in even greater shame. And yet… she doesn’t try to fight them on it. Slowly, her power responds to her call. It answers her instructions. Call it what you will. Her power is to be whatever weapon… or maybe tool that she might need. Creating something like a night-stick or collapsible baton was easy enough, and on one lonely night, she’d used her power to… well.
 
Needless to say, after that night, she’d realized that there really wasn’t all that much difference between a night-stick and a sex toy. Not much difference at all. All she needed was to expand her mind and broaden her perspective a fair bit and she could make anything she wanted to happen.
 
Hannah’s breath hitches and she bites down on her lower lip to contain the whimper as her power shifts from a sheathed knife on her bicep… to a butt plug, expanding within her ass, ‘sheathed’ inside of her back door. The representation of her power fills up her anus, stretching it nice and wide until finally, it’s formed and is in place. It’s not going anywhere unless she wills it to.
 
“Good girl. Keep it there.”
 
Before Hannah can formulate a response, Mayhem grabs her by the hair and drags her away from her living room and down the hall. Madcap follows after them. The three of them arrive in Hannah’s bedroom quickly enough, at which point Mayhem doesn’t hesitate to drag their naked, helpless toy up onto the bed where she sits back and flicks open a seam on the crotch of her suit, revealing her glistening pussy lips.
 
“Lick.”
 
It’s very sudden, but clearly Mayhem has had enough of the foreplay and is ready for the main event. Hesitating for only a moment, Hannah leans forward and begins to lick, eating out the villainess right then and there. Of course, this leaves her in an unenviable, entirely too vulnerable position. On her hands and knees, fully naked, there’s not much Hannah can do to stop Madcap from climbing onto the bed after them both.
 
His gloved hands fall upon her shapely, olive-toned ass, and his cock, having also been released from the confines of his suit, presses against her own slit from behind. Hannah wishes she wasn’t so wet… but there’s no denying it. She’s hopelessly aroused, damn near sopping, and Madcap’s soft chuckle lets her know he notices it. How could he not, really? When he slides into her a moment later, he gets to feel every last inch of her flexing, clenching, drooling pussy around his cock.
 
Hannah is almost grateful for Mayhem’s muff to muffle her moans as her eyes threaten to roll back in her head. Trapped between the two of them, the heroine can’t do anything. If she fought back, they would just get nasty after all. If she tried to escape, they might hurt innocents and bring down the building in order to stop her.
 
She couldn’t risk that, right? So she had to… she had to give in. She had to let the villainous duo spit-roast her between the two of them, forcing her to eat out Mayhem while getting dicked down by Madcap. There was simply no other path forward, no other way out of this mess. She was… completely helpless before them.
 
Moaning even louder into Mayhem’s cunt, Hannah’s eyes do eventually properly roll back in her head. Her pussy walls clench down around Madcap’s dick until she cums hard for him, flexing and spasming along his length. In response, he groans and gives her ass a light pat of his own. Not anywhere near the harshness of the smack his wife had given it though. Mayhem was always the more vicious of the two. Madcap, by comparison, is downright cuddly at times.
 
That said, there’s nothing cuddly about how they treat her. They give it to her rough. They take her fast and hard. They fuck her and damn near brutalize her… and honestly? Hannah wouldn’t have it any other way. She loves it, as much as she’ll never admit it. She enjoys the feel of Madcap’s cock pistoning in and out of her tightening, cumming cunt. She loves how it feels to have Mayhem’s hands in her hair, gripping down harshly while the villainess grinds her pussy up into Hannah’s mouth.
 
Her tongue waggles incessantly, writhing all over the place as she sticks it as deep into Mayhem’s cunt as it will go, until finally the other woman squirts explosively all over Hannah’s face. The humiliation of being covered in the villainess’ pussy juices is enough to send Hannah over the edge another time… which in turn prompts Madcap to tip over the edge as well.
 
The villain pulls out of her at the last second and cums all over her back, covering her dark-skinned body in seed from the nape of her neck all the way down to her currently plugged backside. Her muscles flex and spasm, her body rippling as she shudders in ecstasy. It’s good… too good by far. So good, in fact, that she can’t get enough of it. She just… keeps inviting them back.
 
A few minutes later and Hannah is on her knees at the foot of her own bed with Mayhem standing right behind her. The other woman has her hands in Hannah’s hair and is firmly guiding her down Madcap’s length, using her mouth to clean off his cock of their combined juices. Meanwhile, Mayhem leans over her and kisses Madcap soundly, the married couple making out heatedly for a few moments longer before finally pulling away.
 
As Hannah is released and allowed to pull back from Madcap’s cock, she’s left panting, her naked chest heaving as she looks up at the masked pair, the villainous duo in turn looking down at her with something approaching fondness on their faces.
 
“S-Same time next week?”
 
At that, Madcap and Mayhem exchange glances, before Madcap shrugs and shakes his head.
 
“Not the same day, I’m afraid. We’ve already got plans with Paige that day. But sure, Hannah… we’ll come around next week. You’ll just have to wait and see when exactly that is.”
 
Yes. Yes she will. It’s honestly kind of funny. Everything thinks the world of her. They even put a statue of her in the lobby at Warden Headquarters. Is it healthy or proper that one of the world’s premiere heroines is like this? Perhaps not… but Hannah can’t stop. If she told Madcap and Mayhem to never bother her again, she knows the mercenary duo would abide by her wishes. But if she did that… she thinks she might just go insane. This… this is a better middle ground.
 
As the villainous duo fix up their costumes and get ready to leave, Hannah flushes and calls out to them, unable to help herself.
 
“Give… give Paige my best.”
 
A dark chuckle and giggle are all the response she gets before they’re gone. And Hannah is once again alone.

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