Beyond Super II (Male Violet x Reader)

Chapter 7: Auntie Edna

Bob sat slumped on the sofa, the soft glow of the TV flickering in the dim room. He looked utterly worn out, with dark circles under his eyes and a rough stubble shadowing his jaw. The drone of the television barely held his attention until Dash, holding out a textbook, interrupted his weary daze.

"Hey, Dad. We're doing fractions and decimals and percentages, and I don't get 'em," Dash said, his voice filled with the frustration of a kid trying to tackle math.

Bob groaned, his voice thick with exhaustion. "Aren't you... didn't we already get all caught up?"

"Yeah, we were caught up, but now we're doing fractions and percentages and... demicels."

"Decimals," Bob corrected absently, his eyes drifting back to the TV.

A news segment flashed across the screen, catching Bob's attention. The image of a sleek, familiar car filled the screen—the Incredibile, his old supercar, now in the hands of some wealthy collector. The man on TV, smug and self-satisfied, was boasting about his latest acquisition.

"It's the kind of thing you buy when you have everything else," the man bragged, a gleam of pride in his eyes.

Bob's gaze sharpened, disbelief and anger flickering across his face. "They said it was beyond repair... Hey, it was in perfect condition!" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Dash looked up at the screen, curiosity piqued. "You used to drive that?"

But Bob wasn't listening. "They said it was destroyed," he murmured, his voice rising with indignation.

The newscaster continued, "Long thought lost or destroyed, the famous car turned up at a private auction."

Bob shot to his feet, fury boiling over. "That's my car!" he shouted, storming out of the room. In his haste, he stumbled, falling into the water-filled open floor, but he scrambled out, undeterred, and dug through boxes in a frantic search. Finally, he found what he was looking for—the remote control for the Incredibile.

"This car is just loaded with amazing gadgets. Care to demonstrate?" the reporter on TV asked the rich guy.

"I'd love to, but we haven't figured out how to make them work yet," the man admitted.

Bob raced back into the room, clutching the remote. With a determined press of a button, the Incredibile roared to life on the screen, startling the people around it.

"Whoa! It works?!" Dash exclaimed, eyes wide with excitement. He snatched the remote from Bob and began pressing buttons at random, causing a rocket to pop out from the car.

"What are you doing? This is not a toy! That's a rocket launcher!" Bob snapped, wrestling the remote away from Dash.

"Sweet! Which one launches the rocket?" Dash asked eagerly, grabbing for the remote again.

"Hey, this is not your car!" Bob scolded, holding the remote out of reach.

"It's not your car either," Dash shot back, defiant.

"It is so! It's the Incredibile!" Bob retorted, his frustration mounting.

"Then why's that guy have it?" Dash countered, folding his arms.

"He shouldn't," Bob muttered, his grip tightening on the remote. He stared at the TV, his mind racing.

"Launch the rockets! Launch the rockets! Launch the rockets!" Dash chanted, his enthusiasm undimmed.

"I'm not launching anything!" Bob snapped, his patience wearing thin.

"I wanna blow it up!" Dash insisted, practically bouncing with excitement.