𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 | ❝Superpowers? Dude, I don't even know how to pee in this thing!❞
We all have a superhero inside of us, it just takes a bit of magic to bring it out.
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━━━━ IN PHILADELPHIA, Billy Batson and Y/n L/n are abandon...
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We quietly walk up the stairs, trying not to get caught by Victor and Rosa. Billy accidentally steps on the broken step causing it to creak.
"Hello?"
"Uh...just got lost finding a bathroom!" Freddy says.
"Oh, okay Freddy. Goodnight." Rosa says.
"Goodnight!" He says.
"Goodnight." Billy says.
"Freddy, who's that?" Rosa asks.
"It's Billy. But, he's really tired and wants to go beddy-bye."
"Beddy-bye?" I ask.
"Billy, you're back? Let us see you. Is Y/n with you?" Rosa asks.
We hurry up the stairs and enter the nearest room and close the door.
"I told you this was a bad idea!" Billy says.
"Y/n? Freddy?" Darla asks.
Billy races across the room wit his hyper speed and covers Darla's mouth before she can speak.
"Covering her mouth like we're gunna kidnap her is not gunna make her less scared, okay?" Freddy says.
Billy removes his hand.
"Darla, it's me. It's Billy. I know I don't look like me, a wizard made me look-" Billy starts to explain.
"Maybe don't start with the wizard. It's just gunna make her even more confused." I point out.
"Some old guy brought me to a temple and made me say 'Shazam'." He dumbs it down for her.
Right after Billy said that, lightning stuck him and when the smoke disappeared, a normal, teen Billy was standing there in the superhero's place.
"Verbally triggered body manipulation properties? You can switch by saying 'Shazam'!" Freddy exclaims. "Listen to me Darla, you cannot tell anyone about this, alright?"
"But it's Billy. He's a hero." Darla defends.
"Yeah but if a villain finds out he's a hero, that endangers us, okay? Superhero's loved ones are like, the perfect bad guys target."
"Is she even good at keeping secrets?" Billy asks.
"Moderate." Darla answers.
"No." Freddy quickly translates for us.
"Oh god." Billy says, as we look at each other. This isn't going to be easy.
"We're dead." I state.
"You cannot tell a single soul about this, alright?"
"Why? What if its people we trust?" Darla suggests.
"Cause good sisters don't tell secrets." I coax her.
"I'm a good sister." Darla insists.
"Y'know what would make you an even better sister? Is if you could fix the doorknob for us, okay?" Freddy asks, handing Darla the doorknob.
