Kim Possible: Final Masquerade

Epilogue

Two Years Later
April 11th
Manhattan, New York

"Ron!" The redhead's voice echoed through the small apartment. No reply.

"Ron! It's your turn to unload the dishwasher!" She yelled again. The girl had worn a green apron, now covered in grease and other stains. She calmly untied it from the back, and hung it on the hook by the refrigerator. She reached for the hand towel on the handle of the stove, and used it to dry off her freshly damp hands.

"Ronald Stoppable!" Kim yelled again, now with her hands on her hips.

"I'm coming KP, just give me one second!" Ron's voice was heard from the other end of the apartment. He had his own hands full.

Ronald was setting up the rest of their brand new room. He had just finished screwing one of the shelves in place.

"Whew. Finally. All done." Ron said proudly, as he stared at the single row of shelves it took him over 3 hours to put up. He placed his hands on his hips and looked at them with pride.

Then, every single one of them, fell down to the ground.

"Aw, man!" Ron exclaimed, losing his pride in an instant.

"What was that?" He heard Kim day from the kitchen, after hearing all the loud shelves fall down.

"Uh—nothing, KP!" Ron yelled back, as he turns back to the shelves. He looked at them in a pile, and sighed.

He reached down to unhook his mission utility belt, which he was using as a tool belt for some reason..? He then threw his gloves off, and made his way into the kitchen. "Alright alright. I'm here." Ron sighed, knowing he had more work to do.

"Ron... what was that loud crash coming from the bedroo—

Then, the entire apartment building shook. Kim stopped talking, and looked at Ron with a curious, but confused look. He looked back at her, with the exact same expression. Then, it shook again. Only this time, it shook harder than before.

Ron was just about knocked from his stance, leaving it to Kim to have to catch her favorite clumsy knucklehead. She easily pushed him back to his feet, and looked him again the eye.

Both of them stopped what they were doing, and rushed to their living room window. Kim grabbed the gorgeous curtains that she clearly picked out, and slid them aside on the rack.
Once they could clearly see what was going on, their jaws dropped in awe.

On the tall building across the street from them, they saw... men? Crawling all over the ways. And they were big.

Each of them had bulky, light grey skin. As well as gold and purple armor. But these things didn't look human. They looked almost like... creatures. Or aliens.

"RRAAAUUGGGHHHHH!!" A loud, hulking scream roared so loud, it made their window shake. "What the hell—

That's when they saw it. A massive, olive green man jumped on the same building. It couldn't have been human.. There was just no way. It grabbed each of the alien creatures it came across, and destroyed them in every way he could.

One of the last ones he grabbed before leaping high into the air, was a grabbed by the head, and thrown right at their building. It impacted only feet from their window, causing them to flinch.

Kim looked back to the window, and couldn't help but look around. She needed to know what was happening, and now. She leaned in closer to the window, then finally looked up in the air.

Ron saw her eyes widen, and heard her gasp.

"What is it? What's wrong?" He began to question. But she didn't answer. She was just too awestruck. Ron finally joined her side, and caught her eye. His reaction, was the exact same thing.

Up high in the sky, was a dark purple portal. And out of it flew alien creatures. Large dragon-like monsters with long scaly backs and sharp teeth. Vehicles that held more and more aliens. This wasn't anything they had seen before... not even on Lorwardian standards.

But as they finally took their gaze away from the window, something flew past them. It was a thick, red and gold object. But it was clearly in the shape of a man. A metallic man.

They had seen enough. The two stopped starting out the window, and looked each other in the eye. Kim's shocked expression, began to change. She cocked her eyebrows, and grinned at Ron.

"Hicka-bicka boo?" She said with her smirk.

Ron stared at her for a moment, before finally understanding what she meant.

He too, then smiled back confidently.

"Hoo-Sha."

Within moments, the two were out the door. Both, in their classic mission apparel.

Ready. For. Action.
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So that's where my story ends. Doing what I love, with the one I love.

I had known in time all the memories of my last future were fading. But... to tell you the truth... I'd never been happier. I didn't want to remember a world where I'd lost everything.
But here, finally.... I have everything.

So if you ever want to test out limits.

If you ever want to take over the world.

If you ever want to come toe to toe with us... we're always here.

But remember one thing... we will stop you. Because that's who we are.

As for my last memory of that life... I never did learn the identity of my super savior. But as I look back at it now, the truth is... I never needed to. Because I have my super savior, by my side. Everyday, every step of the way.

Who are we? We're Team Possible.

And we can do anything.