3rd Person POV:
Fifteen years into the future Mr. Incredible was now working an average dead end job as Bob Parr, sitting in a cubicle for most of his days. Feeling rather cramped because of the pillar taking up most of the space. Reluctantly, and in an unenthused way he stamped a big, fat, red, "DENIED" stamp on a lady named Mrs. Hogenson's document.
"Denied?" she questioned. "You're denying my claim? I don't understand, I have full coverage," she said, pointing to her document.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Hogenson, but our liability is spelled out in section seventeen. It states clearly-" Bob explained, before she interrupted him.
"I can't pay for this," she stammered, before his phone began to ring.
"Excuse me," he said, picking it up. "Claims, Bob Parr," he answered.
Back in their humble abode, Helen was washing their baby Jack-Jack in the sink.
"I'm calling to celebrate a momentous occasion. We are now officially moved in," she said, washing the suds out of the little hair Jack-Jack had on his head.
"Yeah, well, that's great honey. The last three years don't count because..." he asked.
"Because I finally unpacked the last box," she smiled, turning her attention to the pile of boxes behind her. "Now it's official. Ha, ha, ha! Why do we have so much junk?" she asked.
Bob turned to his client, who was blubbering into a tissue she was holding. "Listen honey, I've got a client here,"
"Say no more. Go save the world one policy at a time, honey," she smiled, before noticing the time. "Oh! I gotta go pick up the kids from school. See you tonight," she said.
"Bye honey," Bob hung up the phone and turned back to Mrs. Hogenson. "Excuse me, where were we?"
"I'm on a fixed income, and if you can't help me, I don't know what I'll do," she sobbed before blowing her nose into her tissue and sobbing some more. Bob looked out into the corridors surrounding his cubicle, then he stuck his head over the walls surrounding him before he sat back down.
"Alright, listen closely. I'd like to help you, but I can't," he paused briefly to hand her a pad and a pencil and giving them to Mrs. Hogenson. "I'd like to tell you to tell you to take a copy of your policy to Norma Wilcox on," he paused again before continuing in a hushed whisper. "Norma Wilcox. W-l-L-C-O-X. On the third floor, but I can't. I also do not advise you to fill out and file a WS2475 form with our legal department on the second floor. I wouldn't expect someone to get back to you quickly to resolve the matter. I'd like to help, but there's nothing I can do," he explained to the little old lady who'd hurriedly been writing down what he was saying.
"Oh, thank you, young man," she smiled.
"Shh!" he hushed her, before yelling. "I'm sorry, ma'am! I know you're upset! Before he went back to whispering to her. "Now pretend to be upset," with that said, Mrs. Hogenson sobbed out of the cramped cubicle, walking down the corridors she bumped into Bob's boss Mr. Huph who was on his way to see the blonde muscular man.
"...PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!!!" he yelled, angrily, throwing some papers to Bob's desk, startling the man who stood up. "YOU AUTHORIZED PAYMENT ON THE WALKER POLICY?!?!?" He questioned.
"Someone broke into their house, Mr. Huph. Their policy clearly covers-" he was cut off.
"I-I-I don't wanna know about their coverage, Bob! Don't tell me about their coverage! Tell me how you're keeping Insuricare in the black! Tell me how that's possible, with you writing checks to every Harry Hardluck and Sally Sobstory THAT GIVES YOU A PHONE CALL!!!" he yelled before leaving Bob's cubicle in a huff. The P.A then came on.
"Morning break is over. Morning break is over," it announced.
Meanwhile in the Metroville Elementary School. Helen entered the principal's office. Having already heard her son was sent there.
"I appreciate you coming down here Mrs. Parr," the principal greeted her. She eyed her boy as he quickly turned back to looking at the principal.
"What's this about?" she asked. "Has Dash done something wrong?"
"He's a disruptive influence and he openly mocks me in front of the class," Dash's teacher Bernie explained.
"He says," Dash muttered.
"Look, I know it's you! He puts thumb tacks on my stool," his teacher explained.
"You saw him do this?" Helen asked.
"Well y-...not really...no. Actually, not,"
"Oh, then how do you know it was him?"
"I hid a camera," hearing this made the little boy gasp, and his mother eyed him with a look that could only say one thing: "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed,"
Bernie then turned on the TV in the corner and black and white footage of his classroom came on. In the video he walked over to his chair and just before he was to sit down at speed impossible to see for the naked eye. Dash ran forward and placed a tack on the teacher's chair.
"See! You see?" the teacher asked. Helen and the principal looked closer trying to see what the teacher saw. "What, you don't see?" he sighed and rewound the footage. "He moves! Right there!" he yelled pointing to the screen. "Wait! Wait!" He rewound the tape again. "Right there!" As he said there, Dash flickered back to his desk in a split second, but no one saw. "Right as I'm sitting down! I don't know, I don't know how he does it, but there's no tack on my stool before he moves and after he moves there's a tack! Coincidence? I think NOT!" he yelled.
"Uh... Bernie-" the principal said, putting his hand on the teacher's shoulder. Until the bald man interrupted him.
"Don't "Bernie" me," he mocked his boss "THIS LITTLE RAT IS GUILTY!!!!!!!" he screamed. The principal turned to Helen and Dash.
"You and your son can go now, Mrs. Parr. I'm sorry for the trouble," he apologized as both of them stood up and turned their backs as Dash smirked.
"You're letting him go again?! He's guilty! You can see it on his smug little face!! GUILTY, I SAY, GUILTY!!!!!!!!! GUILTY, GUILTY!!!! NO!!!!!" Bernie yelled.
A few moments later, Dash and Helen were in her car on their way to pick up the other kids. Dash looked out of the window, his brows furrowed and looking disinterested. Then his mother spoke.
"Dash, this is the third time this year you've been sent to the office. We need to find a better outlet, a more ...constructive outlet," she told him.
"Maybe I could, if you let me go out for sports," the little boy grumbled.
"Honey, you know why we can't do that," she told him. Dash turned around and looked at his mother.
"I promise I'll slow up. I'll only be the best by a tiny bit," he pleaded.
"Dashiell Robert Parr, you are an incredibly competitive boy and a bit of a showoff. The last thing you need is temptation," she told him.
"You always say, "Do your best", but you don't really mean it. Why can't I do the best that I can do?" he asked.
"Right now, honey, the world just wants us to fit in, and to fit in, we just gotta be like everybody else," she explained.
"But dad always said our powers were nothing to be ashamed of. Our powers made us special,"
"Everyone's special Dash,"
"Which is another way of saying no one is," the boy scoffed and went back to looking out of the window.
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The Incredibles Fem! Reader Insert
FanfictionY/N is the oldest girl in the Parr family and was born with the power to transform into a beast at will. The power she has is one she doesn't like too much. A/N: This is a Reader Insert story, which means Y/N will not involved in a romantic storyli...
