The Fourtitude: A Narrative of Naivety

Epilogue

Four more years pass by, faster than water in swiss cheese. The four defeated a few more smaller villains, you get the idea, they fought, almost lost, but then won by a mile and a half. They all graduated high school, Jackson pursuing his dream of becoming a master chef. He discovered his perfect pallet in home economics class, where he made a perfect soup from a bunch of slop his partner made to turn in. There was less food in there than there was chicken broth, it was disgusting.

Eventually, August gathered up the courage to ask Kylah out, and even though Henry nearly shoved his nose down the garbage disposal (figuratively), they stayed together for three years and counting.

When Everhet turned eighteen, he bought a house for the four to stay in as a sort of headquarters. Except that they lived there, full-time. And full-time is exactly what their hero work would become. They were paid by the government to save people from Equanimity Inc., the company April was the owner of (although it wasn't legally a company, and they never trademarked their name). But anyway, the house Everhet bought was not too expensive, and it was abandoned, and also a few yards off the ground. The four didn't know what to say when they saw this mysterious house, with the ground beneath it floating about the world, except for three words: "We'll take it!"

One day, the four sat in their living room, just watching TV and trying to think of a team name. Then, suddenly, Kylah blurted out, "Guys! I just came up with an amazing pun!"

Meanwhile, over at Equanimity Inc....

Dr. Bobl was playing games on his computer, waiting for his project to finally come to life. He suddenly heard a loud "THUD!" that shook the building. He looked up, his heart beating seven times faster than it was supposed to, to see the figures' hands through the green smoke emitting from the floor of the glass chamber. The glass was cracked slightly.

It banged once more on the glass wall, cracking it further. It then picked up speed, soon rapidly impacting the glass until it broke, sending shards of glass everywhere. The figure stepped out. "Aha! Finally! I've done it! I've created... Wrong Everhet!" Bobl stepped out from behind his desk. "Wrong Everhet, I am Dr. Bobl, your m--!" Wrong Everhet blasted him into the wall before he could finish his sentence. Three other figures emerged from his shadow, their white eyes shining through the darkness of the room, lit only by the tank the monster had been developing inside for the past four years. They had an uncanny resemblance to the Fourtitude, save for the pure white eyes that nearly blinded anyone who looked their way.

They spoke in unison, "Hwen de doe woqee re rikk gwe quent id doe chin't opact gwe ikkba re erad four breeis?" And before Bobl could answer, they disappeared into the hallway and out into the world. Bobl had just created Abnormium and couldn't do it right. He'd just essentially ended the world, the galaxy even, if the dice rolls that way.