Slime-Cycle (Humble Beginnings)

27. Running with the Syndicate

This was it.

This was the day everything went downhill.

Or uphill. Depends on when your looking at it.

This was the day that Charlie Cycle received an anonymous call telling him about a mission.

This was the day that Charlie Cycle became the most well known superhuman in New York.

This was the day, that Charlie began his legacy.

. . .

This was the day that Charlie had been stressing over for the past week. It was the first week of October and Charlie had spent it doing a quick workout every morning and checking the news almost religiously.

The Syndicate had given him a mask, a phone, and a little piece of paper detailing what he was supposed to do.

The phone was equivalent to his work phone, the only difference being it wasn't for an office job. He wasn't aloud to have it on when he wasn't out doing villian shit, because he can have people tracking its signal to his apartment. That also aplies to when he's going anywhere and doesn't want to be followed.

The mask was black and silky, just like the one Icarus wore. Though, charlie didn't think it looked as good on him as it did on the villian.

He had been at work alone when an unknown number called him. Funnily enough, he declined at first, assuming it was a scammer. But after it had called three more times he decided to pick it up.

The speed at which his face went cold, as he heard his new employers voice on the other end. He already assumed he would be fired by the end of the month. Or more likely dead.

But, eventually, the night rolled in and Charlie had grown more anxious.

The time was around eight thirty, and Charlie was preparing himself. Preparing for his villian debut. The fight where he would show himself to the world as 'Slimecicle, the Vallorous villian!'

That was a name Slime had come up with. Charlie didn't think it was very good.

Eventually however, he realised he had no choice, and decided to stop stalling.

Now, he was left having to willingly go out there and ruin the peaceful life he had. This is where it ended.

And where something new began.

. . .

The freezing wind sent a shiver through his body, standing on the roof of a building.

He adjusted the black cloth mask on his face as he let out a slow breath. His whole body was shaking, not only from the cold, but his anxiety as well.

Never in his life had he been more afraid. Sure, being attacked alone in the school cafeteria was pretty fucking scary, but this was ten times worse. At least then sapnap had apologized. At least then he had people to help him and stick up for him.

This time he was alone.

He might be forced into a rematch with his childhood bully. And this time he won't have anyone to help.

'Are you in position yet Slimecicle?'

A voice filled his ears, a radio embedded in his mask. He cleared his throat, running his finger along the back of his ear until he found a button. He pressed it.

"Uh, yep! All good up here!" He spoke cheerfully, trying his best to seem composed. He cringed slightly, still not used to the new voice he had. It was high pitched and robotic.

The mask was apparently not only meant to keep your identity hidden, but also for a few other things. It had a built in voice changer, along with a radio. It scared him a bit the first time he put it on.