Bluebell was in a mood. That made it sound like it wasn’t her normal state of being. Still, it remained that the teen was feeling restless. Navigating by moonlight and street lights, she followed what was now a familiar route. Seeing the pine woods approaching Bell followed the deer path that had become her secret place. Bouncing along with her headphones in and player tucked in the pocket of her ripped up jacket with the modified giant hood. When the trees parted into the clearing, she crouched low and set up the device in her backpack to cause the cameras of the security to fog with static. Hiding the device among the ferns she paused at the tree line and plotted her course. When she was sure no one would see her she sprinted for the fence, leaping to scale it like a monkey. Dropping to the other side with a parkour roll the blue teen rushed for the decorative trees. Peeking around she scanned the building for the correct window, judging which rooms were lit.
Her goal was on the second floor. The window open. Excellent. With a wicked grin, she delighted in how well her infiltration was going. Taking a deep breath she dropped to a sprinters stance and took off across the gravel path, leaping when she reached the wall. Pushing off the wall she leaped, her fingers just catching the ornate brickwork. Her combat boots gave her extra grip as she clutched onto the wall, fingers screaming in protest. Teeth gritted her reached up for the next hold, legs spread to find purchase as she scaled the wall. Huffing she finally pulled herself up into the windowsill, wiggling to get her legs inside.
Ungracefully she landed with a thud inside the window, with a soft hiss as she rubbed her shoulder. Looking around she wondered if anyone in the manor heard her. Holding her breath as she lay awkwardly on the floor. Waiting…
With a sigh of relief when no shout of alarm was raised, Bell shoved herself up to her feet and eased over to the door to the hall. Peeking out into the Scott Manor, she still marveled at how fancy everything was. In her spiked and studded clothing, she was an eyesore to its perfection. Not for the first time she had to resist the urge to draw curly mustaches on all the portraits. She had a sharpie on her and everything! To restrain the desire, she paused and looked into a shiny vase and drew one on herself again. A proper villain ‘stache!
Doing a quiet “bwahahaha” the beginning super villainess crept out into the hall towards the stairs. Edging up them and tiptoeing through the quiet manor house until she heard the music coming from her goal, the large bedroom in the East Wing. She held her breath, edging open the door as quiet as possible. The Heroine, her nemesis lay just inside… the perfect sneak attack!
Wynette Scott was laying on her stomach on her bed, chewing on the end of her pencil as she stared down at the papers and school books before her, feet kicking idly. She was distracted, thus giving the Great and powerful Megamind the advantage! Especially as the heroine was dressed in barely more than underwear (pink hearts, not the Belle was looking at that perfect ass) and an angel wing tank top that barely fit her broad torso.
Bell watched the hero sigh in frustration, chin dropping into her hand, the time was now!
Vibrating with excitement and energy, Bell stalked closer and closer. It was a fight, not the giggle and give herself away until she was in jumping range. Leaping wildly out, Bluebell landed on the larger girl’s back, “Not even cute undies will save you now, Hero!”
A gasp and yelp sounded under her as Wyn moved under her, shock turning to a playful growl. An inhuman sort of growl that sent shivers through the blue alien. Large hands grabbing her, Bell was spun and pinned to the bed beneath the heroine, now able to see the horrible wicked grin Wyn was sporting.
Metro Chick cooed, “You may have gotten the jump on me, but you’ll never overpower the likes of me~”
Bell wiggled under the heroine, sticking out her green painted bottom lip as Wyn easily overpowered her. She looked rather ridiculous, evilly so if she said so herself, with poison green lips and glittering gold eyeshadow and now a sharpie mustache. Thrusting out her much smaller chest, the blue alien smirked smugly, “What makes you think I’m not right where I wanted to be? Bwahahahaha! You’ve fallen right into my trap!”
Wyn raised an eyebrow as she looked over Bell and licking a thumb and tried to rub it off the mustache.
“Why do you even do this with permanent marker you numbnut.” Wyn snorted.
“Because I’m evil and you’re the helpless damsel!” Bell protested from her spot pinned under her secret girlfriend, “How else am I supposed to twirl my mustache while you’re tied up helplessly?”
“You can’t twirl this one either,” Wyn pointed out, sitting up, straddling the smaller girl with her arms crossed over her broad chest.
“Can too!” brilliant rebuttal, Bell chided herself.
With a sparkle in her eye, Wyn leaned down, lips hovering over Bell’s, “Prove it. I’m sure you brought the rope, right?”
Maybe tonight would go as planned after all…
“Or! Maybe I’ll tie you up!” Wyn said brightly.
“Oh come ON! You don’t have the mustache for it!”
It was a good night.
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