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This is a community Incredible fanfic, wherein the entirety of the community helps to expand the Incredibles universe. That means that quality isn’t assured, but if nobody posts then it’s a flop So post please! The story begins…
“Do you know, I considered you something of a rival?”
The rome was domed, illuminated only by the large screens that covered the walls, but still the large round table was visible. It was a novelty item; if you were rich enough, you could buy a fifty-foot replica of the world in projection and nobody would notice. Surrounding the table were at least a hundred chairs, most unoccupied and dusty.
“Our intellects would have been, I believe, evenly matched, if we ever had dared to go against each other.”
Some, though, had suits draped over them. In one was a dodger-blue skintight outfit, with white highlights and a strange vizor. Another was enveloped in a bold red ensemble, an odd yellow “i” icon on the chest.
“But no. You had to obsess over minor things. You had to be a hero. You had to crush your foe.”
The one addressed, a black suit with a distinctive milky S enshrouding the abdomen and chest, did not reply. White gauntlets, quietly gleaming with technology, remained motionless beside a pair of ivory jet boots.
“And now, you are dead. So much for obsession.”
The speaker leaned back, satisfied in his eulogy. He flicked a finger, and a blue glow cacooned the outfit. Slowly, the masked figure floated the clothing over to a chute, one in which shadows hungrily reached out.
“I’ve taken your best, as you can see,” he said, conversationally. “The zero-point, the jet boots… The V1.”
The field of blue flicked out, and its contents fell into an inferno. The figure turned its gaze to the table, where it scanned over the apparently random scattering of figurines.
“But who will fill your niche?” His palmless glove reached out, plucking one from the mass. “You were such a large presence.”
And then, an observer would realize that for every miniature, an outfit hung in one of the chairs. To the mysterious speaker, they were one and the same.
“The Underminer’s appearance has demonstrated that some of the elders are still alive. And yet, I cannot help but wonder… could there be a younger generation?”
For a long time, he examined the object in his hand.
Then, he solemnly dropped it after the suit.
It was an ordinary day at Western View Junior High. The sun was shining, the fish tank was clean, and the theatre students were heatedly debating whether scorpions or jellyfish were sexier.
And Violet Parr was late. Again.
Muffled curses echoed throughout the halls as she maneuvered around the corners and doors, and the maze seemed to grow ever thicker. It was at times like these that she wished she had her brother’s speed (although not his cocky, arrogant personality, that insect), but then if wishes were horses–
Bursting through the door, she managed to simultaneously gain the attention of every living thing in the room save that one kid in the corner, who was unhurriedly drawing. Once upon a time, she would have backed out immediately, or have been that kid in the corner. But now…
“I’m sorry I’m late, miss Hasegawa. I just–”
“Apology accepted, Imago.” Miss Hasegawa had always referred to her students as Imagos. “Take your seat.”
Violet smiled gratefully and sunk into her chair.
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Gotta put a stop to that with my fan made character! 
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