"Brandon, that's very rude to ask." Kitty glares, her forehead etching lines, wrinkles forming around her lips.
Kappa raises his long, bony hands midway. A response which indicates submission.
"Sorry, Kit-Kat." Kappa apologizes. "I mean, you look great for 35!"
Another twenty pounds packs a tole on her figure as Kitty devours yet another slice of pizza. Becoming round like an apple. Her drooping gut now wrapped in a loose fitting, yellow sweatshirt with a red x on the left side of her now expanded cleavage.
Kappa could see a double chin forming as Kitty's long, brown hair shortens to a more mature cut.
Skin paled, Kitty looks like a tired, overworked woman, nearing 40, who rarely excercises and too often gives into her powerful hunger.
"It's just... excercising is hard!" Kitty pouts. "Teaching brats all day... I just want to relax in my room with a nice glass of wine and some pizza!"
"Feel the same way. But with cucumbers and a big bottle of Sapporo."
"Can't drink beer." Kitty shakes her head. Like Mario's jiggling face on Nintendo 64. "Gives me heart burn."
"And pizza doesn't?!"
Kitty lowers her head, her double chin heavily on display.
"Well, that's why I have antacids. Pizza's too good to give up, Brandon."
Kappa laughs. He simply adored how pathetic she sounds.
"So tell me, Kit-Kat, ya seeing anyone these days? Yes or no?"
Kitty nods, with a smile raising her expanded chipmunk cheeks.
At least her romantic life isn't completely down the drain!
"But why would you ask that?" Kitty raised an eyebrow. "You know Peter and I are married."
A ring wraps around her sausage finger.
With the wedding bells dinging in her head, time sped up another ten years and an extra twenty pounds in weight!
Kitty was officially an overweight, middle aged woman with a paunchy belly hardly contained in her sweater.
The last time she ever ran was chasing after her rugrats at the park. It was so tiring! The sweat coated around her drying skin! Just awful!
It's tough being a teacher and a mom! Thank God for these little breaks during the week. Colossus may be out with the X-men all the time, but at least he babysits whenever possible!
"Anyways, thanks for the pickles." Kappa stands up and heads for the door.
"Leaving already?" Kitty ponders.
"Yep. Got the day off tomorrow, figured I'd hang out in Manhattan."
"Lucky." Kitty moans. Saturday's are hell when you're a parent.
"I'll bring ya back those bagels you like."
Kitty drools with approval!
Door shut, Kappa walks down the hallway, the fourth wall staring him square in the green face.
"Bet a lot of you wanted me to make Kitty a senior? Eh, I kinda like her a middle aged milf!"
"She's got this huge ass now, with cellulite all over that bulbous flesh! The way it jiggles is incredible! Not to mention her chunky thighs, bloated tits after three kids, and those spongy shoulders?! Love it! She's got them bingo wings and it's so killer! Oh, and she drives a minivan, thick glasses a necessity, needs a glass of wine at night before bed, she's not having sex as a form of birth control and is praying to her maker for menopause to strike! Kit-Kat knows it'll be awful, but she just doesn't have the energy for more kids!"
Out the door, Logan leans against the wall, taking a sip of whisky from his flask.
"Brandon." The Wolverine nods.
"Logan." Kappa nods back.
"Heard yer goin in town?"
"Be careful, bub. Pretty tough out there for Mutants like you."
"I'll be fine." Kappa assures. "Thanks for the concern, though."
Walking passed the Canuck, Kappa continues to laugh.
"Anyways, Kitty's staying 45. At least for now. But my next target will get the case of senioritis. Promise! *** A young man, African American, bald, six feet in height, dressed in blue scrubs sits in a coffee shop, drinking a hot cup of chocolate with a blueberry scone, tired and ready for bed.
"How's it, Ken?" Kappa sits down with banana nut muffin in hand.
Eyes lit, heart racing, fists in balls, Ken McGee , an intern, glares at the Turtle with a strong aura of hate.
"If you're wondering why he hates me, It's cause he knows what I can do." Kappa explains, Ken not the least bit confused why Kappa is talking at a trash can.
"You know that Mandela Effect? The thing where small changes happened to reality and only a few can perceive the change. Like how it's Berenstain Bears and not Berenstein? That's Ken's power. I can change reality, I can change him; but he's always gonna remember."
"You're an ass, Kappa."
"Hey, if I was changing you, then yeah, for sure. But I haven't and I won't."
"And that's why you're an ass."
"I'd rather not get into this again." Kappa groans. "Anyways, Ken and I are gonna have a coffee with my next target."
"Who says I'm doing that?" Ken glares.
"Me. Like, just now." Kappa laughs. "Maybe I should change those ears for ya, Kenny Boy!"
Ken shakes his head.
"This better be fast, I've had a long night."
"It will." Kappa promises. "This or that? Black Widow walks into the coffee shop or Jessica Jones?"
Ray, the man who Kappa thought was in the black suit, was actually someone similar to him in terms of powers. Like Kappa, Ray could control people via stories, alter them at will, and even pop in every once and a while, using a disguise. The last disguise was that of Rod Serling from the Twilight Zone. He and Kappa exchanged words regarding Kitty Pryde and smoking, before he headed over to the Enterprise-D.
Now dressed in a Marvel shirt and blue jean pants, the brown haired, bearded young man with glasses was in the coffee shop eating his breakfast sandwich as Kappa and Kenny were talking. "I wouldn't mind seeing Jessica Jones coming in here," he said in between bites.
"Who's this guy?" Ken stares at the man with lifeless white eyes, bread crumbs in his beard. "Another asshole?!"
Kappa nods, keeping in mind that asshole is Ken's word for God. Also, douchebag, dick, monster, and also evil manipulative sociopath!
Kenny has a very broad vocabulary. 🤣
"Yes, and we're in public, Ken Ken, lay off the potty mouth, yeah? Besides, Ray ain't gonna do a thing to ya. Neither am I, while we're at it."
Ken grinds his teeth.
"Suck a dick, Kappa Tiny Cock!" Ken spits. "And choke on some nuts!"
If Kappa was physically able to smile, he would.
"That's why I love ya, Kenny!" Kappa wags his long stick of an index finger. "Seriously, you're da kind, brah!"
Ken rolls his eyes. He hates Kappa. So very, very, very much!
Kappa waves his fingers at the still, lifeless man across tables.
"So, Ray, just wanted to give ya a bio about this particular Jessica." Kappa continues to wave his hand. "I took it off wikia,but I'll edit it here and there."
And so, Kappa lets his associate know that this world's Jessica was born and raised in Forest Hills, Queens, New York City. She went to Midtown High along with Spider Man, where they shared several classes. She developed a crush on Peter, but never told him. She followed him to the New York Hall of Science, where she was about to approach him, but he was bitten by that loose radioactive spider that granted him his superpowers instead of radiation positioning. He left the building; Jessica followed after him, but lost sight of him and was nearly run down by an Ajax Atomic Labs truck before a man pulled her to safety.
She fled that scene immediately.
At home that night, Jessica tried to pleasure herself to her pictures of the Human Torch, but was interrupted by her younger brother, Phillip. The family later went on a trip to Disney World with tickets given to them by her father's boss, Tony Stark.
On the way home Jessica argued with her brother, before the car collided with a military convoy carrying radioactive chemicals. Her family was killed, and she was exposed to the chemicals.
I mean, the chances of that happening twice?! 🤔
"Anyways, pretty similar story so far, yeah?"
"What?" Ken glares, unsure what Kappa is talking about.
"Oh, I just wrote down the origin for Jewel." Jessica's hero name for like about four years.Little is known of her exploits during her tenure as Jewel, as mainstream media didn't monitor her as closely as other heroes of the era. One day, she happened upon a fistfight in a restaurant, and discovered Killgrave, aka the Purple Man, had told the men to fight. Killgrave then overpowered Jessica's will and told her to "take care of the police" so that he could finish his meal, which she did.
Ken cocks his head, noticing Jessica Jones of all people, dressed in a leather jacket and blue jeans, waiting in line for a coffee.
She looked kinda frazzled. Like something big was going on in her life.
"Anyways, I didn't go much in depth with Kitty. I made her what I wanted to see though, a fat milf." Kappa laughs loudly, drawing attention to everyone in the coffee shop.
Ken shushes the turtle and Kappa points out the hypocrisy of a sailor mouth telling him to behave!
"Point is, I wanna mess around with Jessica's life a bit. This or that?! I change Jessica's origin or I MCU this chick first, making her an alcoholic mess?
"Where... where the hell are we?!" Ken asked, a confused look on his face.
One minute, they're inside a coffee shop. The next? Poof! They're on some random street corner and everything looks... well, old fashioned!
The cars, the buildings, the clothes. Nothing looked the least bit like 2004!
"Brooklyn, 1942." Kappa sets a place and date.
There's a silence for a good twenty seconds.
"You can time travel?!"
"It's... it's that simple for you?"
Ken squints, balling up his fists, lowering his head to the pavement, kicking his left shoe.
"Nope." Kappa stops him from asking. "I mean, I could; but I don't want to."
"Asshole." Ken glares.
Kappa laughs, resting his arm around Ken's shoulder.
Kappa's Satan in Ken's eye's. It's such a giggle!
"Look over there!" Kappa points sharp.
It was a recruitment center, with a small, lanky twig of a blond named Steve Rogers.
He was getting into a Jeep with a Middle Aged General, Peggy Carter, and...
"You sent Jessica here too?"
She was dressed just like Peggy. She looked like she belonged there. It was weird. A second ago, she was ordering a coffee!
"Are you just gonna unnecessarily ask questions?" Kappa shakes his head. "You're not here for exposition, you're here cause you amuse me! Anyone watching this and not liking this delivery, feel free to say something, Kay?! You're eye candy, Ken Ken, not a census worker!"
Ken was speechless. He's just gonna ignore what Kappa said about being eye candy and pay attention to the Jeep.
"I just don't understand why we're here."
"That's pretty simple."
"So, tell me, Asshole!"
"Fine!" Kappa crosses his arms, tapping with his long fingers. "You're lucky I think you're cute." He was a little upset he had to explain the scenario.
"Asshole, enough of that!"
Kappa laughs. He really likes that surly attitude, for some reason!
"Kay." Kappa submits. "Anyways, I changed Jessica's life, get it?"
"By sending her to 1942?"
"Is it really that complicated?"
Kappa's getting frustrated.
"She belongs here now. She's 24, born in 1918. Ya get it?"
"Sure, but that wasn't clear before, for the record."
"Yes it was!"
Ken can't help but smile, he totally rattled Kappa's feathers!
"Whatever. Point is, she's a part of the Super Soldier Program. Okay?! Question is, how much so? This or that?! Jessica gets the serum, not Steve, or Jessica is now Steve's Bucky?"
ark: Whooaaa that mattress scene
Jun 10, 2020 18:34:55 GMT -6
MeanMark: Right? I maintain the opinion that they should have showed some sort of process for the TF, but still a great scene nonetheless.
Jun 11, 2020 8:26:26 GMT -6
kappa: I feel like the point of that scene was a conversation towards her fears with monogamous long term relationship. The Aging was merely an extension personified, AND, in the backseat of what was really going on. A couple communicating.
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:11 GMT -6
kappa: However, I'd have enjoyed a gradual progression, still, I kinda get that execution
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:59 GMT -6
amoscrow: How do I post some WIPS on here? I wanna post some progress on something me and my GF are working on!
Jun 13, 2020 15:57:38 GMT -6
kappa: Not an expert, but, I think you just insert it on one of the square below the attachmentS
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:03 GMT -6
kappa: the group of boxes, the fourth one
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:34 GMT -6