In psychology a prototype is the best example of something in someone's mind. The perfect most complete example of a certain subject. For example, someone's prototype of say... a shark, could be a great white. Or someone's prototype of a car, could be a Chevy.
"Hops here. Lana's frog with the voice of Patrick Stewart. Now the tale you are about to experience is not unlike any you have ever heard. This is the moment when all the heroes ban together against a greater evil. When the characters give all that they got and are pushed to their very limits. The powers are revealed and put to the ultimate test in their full potential. This is the story of the very end of the world, the final battle of good versus evil. I believe the bible called this event Armageddon, then Michael Bay made a movie with that same name. And that... that was a thing that had happened. Now admit it... you're gonna be reading the rest of this in Patrick Stewart's voice, aren't you? Now, I'm going to go eat some flies."
Alex Mercer stood in a barren wasteland. Nothing but sand and lava as far as the eye could see.
A volcano roared in the distance. Behind him a fiery waterfall of lava fell into a burning lava river.
Around Alex was an army of Rick Sanchez. The Ricks had huge machines that seemed to be drilling into the air.
"What is this place?" Alex asked. "And what are you crazy bastards doing here?"
"This is earth." Rick WD-8 replied. "In a dimension where life never evolved. It's the perfect place to hide from the galactic government. As well as interdimensional terrorists like Pariah. And what we're doing here well... This just happens to be the exact spot, where in your dimension the Red Zone is located."
"So, then these drills?"
"Dimensional drills Alex." Rick WD-8 said. "we're attempting to drill through Pariah's interdimensional force field. The thing that prevents anyone but him teleporting in and out of the Red Zone. We have the cure Alex, its ready."
Rick WD-8 held up a vile of blue liquid.
"So, what does it do, exactly?" Alex asked. "Bloodtox kills infected cells, is it a more powerful version of that?"
"Alex, I thought you were supposed to be a genius."
"I am, but scientists are always asking questions."
"I like the way you think Alex Mercer. We might have to knight you as an honorary Rick" Rick WD-8 said. "I'm sure you have guessed, the cure is NOTHING like -burp, Bloodtox. The cure doesn't KILL the virus, it REVERSES it. It turns all infected DNA back to what it was before getting infected."
"And you're sure it works?" Alex said. "It doesn't just turn things into SpongeBob."
"Oh, it works this time." Rick WD-8 said. "you just have to stick this in Pariah, and it should cause a chain reaction that will cure all infected on the planet."
"That's convenient."
"Careful not to stick yourself with it. I assume you want to have your powers when you face Pariah." Rick WD-8 motioned to another Rick who brought him a sword. "Now Alex, get on your knees."
"Excuse me." Alex said.
"Did you think I was -urp, kidding when I said I would knight you?"
"Uh... ok." Alex said getting on his knees.
"Alex Mercer of universe LH-11, do you swear to protect the multiverse at any coast, and to put the needs of others before yourself, or at the very least SAY you're doing things for the greater good when you do fucked up shit for your own needs." Rick said.
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Prototype of a Loud
FanfictionAfter a tragic death, Lincoln Loud returns from the grave. Now he must do what it takes to find out why and how he came back, protect his family, learn to control his new found powers and fight an evil force that threatens all of existence.
