Well-Rounded : OPM X Invincible Fan Fic

Chapter 25: Back in Action

This is a work of fan fiction based on Invincible and OPM, created by their original authors. I do not own any of the characters or settings from the original work, and no copyright infringement is intended. This fanfic is created solely for entertainment purposes.

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We cone back to our hero, Saitama, who has returned back to his apartment. We see him now searching the rooms of his apartment with haste.

"Where is it?  Where is it??" he said to himself as he searched.

His eyes moving erratic and a trickle of sweat dropping from his forehead.

"I remember I hid it here. Did I hide it here?"

He pulls out drawers and lifts cushions from his furniture. His head sweeping the interior of his home.

"Wait... Aha! I remember!" he had a eureka moment.

He scuffles towards the table in the kitchen. A smooth surfaced wood with a coffee mug print and stain on it.

"Tsk... Dam# it, Johnson.." he clicked his tongue.

Our hero crouched down below the kitchen table and looked up from underneath. There he saw his prize coupon fliers stuck to the bottom of the table.

Rik..

"Found it! And I though Jenny said a robber came here." he spoke, looking around the interior of his home again.

"Nothings missing. Hmm... Well, time for work."

The hero saw nothing a miss, but he would have a word with agent Johnson about his visits.

---Outside on patrol---

It was a sunny day and people are staring at our bald hero. The news have spread of his actions months before and some bystanders avoid him.

"Man... I really hit the news. Hasn't died down apparently" he thought to himself.

He was observant of his surroundings and opted to move away from populated areas for his patrol. Unsure how the larger masses would react to him walking around.

"Hey man... You see that?" a black man asked his friend.

"Huh? Who? The bald guy in yellow?" the friend responded.

"Richie you idiot, that's the guy who recked our home boy's car" he said, placing an arm on Richie's shoulder.

"Yeah... Your right! Hey you bald moth3rfvker!!" he ran up to him.

Richie's crew followed behind as back up. They also got beef with the hero.

On one side, Saitama glanced behind and saw a gruff looking man approaching him. His eyes full of flames and brows coming together.

"Huh?" the bald man looked behind him.

But no one was there. Just people walking.

"Im talking to you, you bald b1ch!" Richie yelled again.

He grabbed Saitama's suit collar with one hand and pulled it towards him. However, the hero stood still, unmoving. The suit was the thing getting pulled.

"Uh.. sir. Do you mind letting go? I just ironed my costume." he asked the guy.

He was a little peeved at this point. And some dude just walks up to him and be rude.

"You listen here, chrome dome. Me and my boys got somethin' to settle with you. You gotta pay up for thrashing one of our own. Ya got that?" the guy didn't listen and kept pulling.