Well-Rounded : OPM X Invincible Fan Fic

Chapter 49: Weird New Beginnings

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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Mark, Atom Eve, and Saitama are in a desert. A barren land with little to no plant life, no animals, and receive very little rain. Cacti stood like towers in the land of dryness with vultures taking refuge in the spiked bodies. They flew to the air, in search of their next meal, yet the stay clear where the three individuals stood.

Their instinct telling them that they are in danger, not because they are predators. No... it is a sense that its ingrained in their DNA. The hidden sixth sense to detect impending disaster. An earthquake, storm, or twisters of tremendous proportion; the birds didn't need to understand, they know it in their fibers that there something coming, and soon.

They fly high and spectate while the sun beams directly down the humans from below. Silence, that was it. A girl in her pink get-up, adjusted to be a skinsuit that hugged her body. Paddings are added to her chest, abdomen, joints, knuckles and her head.

Her young body shows tones and contour of muscles with the early signs of showing womanly curves. her breath was stead and eyes slowly shifting between her teacher (torture master) and a boy she could barely recognize since they first met.

The boy in question had a grim look. The bright young lad he once was, is now gone. An emotionless canvas was left on his face, sights focused and contemplating. His attire that sports a yellow shirt under a sleeveless jacket with a rough texture. Baggy pants are loose yet breathable, which made 8it easy for him to maintain a battle stance and the clothes fail to hide the developed muscles under them.

] A lowered posture and knees bent to solidify his hold on the ground. He contracts and relaxes his body, his muscled straining against the fabric of his clothes. Patches of darken skin is present on once side of his neck and going under his jaw. A reminder of being helpless, but he plans to never let it happen again. He also wore boots that resembled the one from a certain shiny head person.

The bald man, Saitama, sill wore his hero costume. A yellow jumpsuit with a comically large zipper on his neck line, red boots and gloves, as large, white cape, and a belt around his waist. His eyes were closed, the breeze cools the skin of his body while the sun gives warmth to him. A near perfect combination of cool and warm that rarely happens.

"They seem oddly quiet sir..." Donald commented.

"Too quiet, the kids are probably cooking up something. Is Johnson in the feild"

The director in blue and the right-hand man in grey sat comfortably in a dimly lit room. Monitors takes up all the surface of the wall. Screens with live feed, GPS tracking, Infrared, motion capture, and seismic graphs.

"Yes sir, his in the bunkers as we speak."

"Then we only need to pray..."

"But sir, I'm an atheist..." Donald spoke his concern.

"Donald... that's not what I... ugh, never mind" Cecil didn't bother explaining himself.

Meanwhile, Johnson was in a distant underground bunker. Him and some volunteers are in their monitoring stations and he was their particularly curious why he got this assignment.

"Sir, here you go..." personnel handed him a container cup.

"Ugh... thanks what's this exactly"

"Chamomile infused with lavender essence. You'll need it." The personnel said with a warm, yet disturbing smile.