Alan Normally/Part 1

*[The scene opened up in a dimly lit kitchen. There stood an older woman of Chinese descent, with jet black hair and bright purple eyes; she wore a white shirt and black, knee-length skirt. She sighed before taking a shot of alcohol. A man walked into the room, his medium length hair platinum blonde and slicked to the right side. He wore a black suit and had piercing red eyes. He put his hand on her shoulder as she took another shot.]*

Woman: Her outburts are getting worse.

Man: Yes, I know. But I'm sure it's just this move being stressful for her.

Woman: It's more than that. She's been this way since puberty.

Man: That's typically how it goes. Puberty tends to make people more emotional. Especially... women.

*[The older woman took another shot before angrily slamming the shotglass down and staring daggers at the man.]*

Woman: Who do you think you are, making sexist remarks like that?! You're supposed to be her fa-

*[The woman was cut off whens he found herself lying on the floor; she held her cheek which was a bright red now. She looked up at the man, who angrily glared back at her, his hand clenching after having smacked her to the ground.]*

Man: What have I told you?

*[The man picked the woman up by the collar of her shirt and pinned her to the wall, his eyes glowing red.]*

Man: Backtalking to me is not... *normal*.

*[The woman's eyes flickered the man's red for a split second before she softly cried. The man let go of her collar and pulled her close, embracing her.]*

Woman: Y-You're right... I'm sorry...

Man: Shhh, shh. It's alright. Don't worry. I'll get her under control... Eventually.

*[The scene panned up to a vent on the ceiling. The scene shifted to a nearly identical vent within a different room of the house. Beside the vent sat a young woman who appeared to be the other woman's daughter, having an almost identical appearance aside from a lighter shade of black for her hair, and her eyes being a matching red to the man's eyes. Her eyes quivered as she listened in on the conversation through the vents.]*

*[Sunlight shown through the window of the Nomaly kitchen, a clock saying 7:00 AM. Chloe sat at the table eating cereal when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She looked up just as Alan entered the room, the latter stopping and breaking eye contact when he saw her already there.]*

Alan: ...Morning.

Chloe: Hey.

*[Alan awkwardly headed for the fridge, opening it up to search for some food. He grabbed a small pack of livermush from a drawer before closing the fridge, startled when he saw Chloe had gotten closer.]*

Chloe: So, are we gonna talk?

Alan: I thought we already talked.

Chloe: No, you yelled and then I punched you in the face.

Alan: *[sighs]* Alright.

*[Alan went over to the air fryer and turned it on, letting it warm up, before grabbing a knife.]*

Alan: Let's talk then.

*[Alan began to cut off pieces of the livermush as Chloe neared.]*

Chloe: What are you gonna do about this?

Alan: I have no idea. I could sit here and tell you I'm not gonna kill a villain again, but I can't make an empty promise.

Chloe: I think not being able to make that promise is a bit of an issue.

*[Alan went to argue, but sighed instead, opening up the air fryer.]*

Alan: You're right, it is.

*[As Alan put the livermush into the air fryer and closed it back, Chloe gave him a confused and baffled look.]*

Chloe: Hold on, you agree?

Alan: Of course. I'm fucked up, but I don't know how to fix it. I don't know how to fix *me*.
Chloe: Is not killing really that difficult for you?

Alan: *[holds up the Stabilized Simplicitrix]* This thing might be stabilized, but I'm not. I can't tell you what I'm gonna do because I don't know what I'm gonna do.

*[The two stood in silence for a moment before Chloe spoke up.]*

Chloe: You're not gonna hurt *us*, though, right?

Alan: No. I would never do that.

Chloe: *[nods]* Okay.

*[They fell silent again before Alan spoke.]*

Alan: I'm not counting that time as Mad Hatter, by the way.

Chloe: *[smirks]* I know. But you fixed that. *[takes Alan's hand]* Just like you'll find a way to fix you, too.

Alan: You have *way* too much confidence in me.

Chloe: Well, if I didn't, who would?

Alan: I sure as hell wouldn't.

*[The two heard footsteps approaching and turned to see Alexis enter the room.]*

Alexis: Oh, hey, nerds.

*[Alexis went to the fridge and got out a bottle of water before closing it. Chloe noticed the lanyard of the car keys sticking out of her pocket.]*

Chloe: Where are you off to?

Alexis: Oh. Right. That.

Alan: Taking a page out of my book with not telling people about stuff?

Alexis: *[sighs]* My... Mom got in touch with me, and wants me to meet with her.

Chloe: When was the last time you talked with her?

Alexis: We kinda fell out of touch after the house burned down. But, with the remains of the old one removed, and a new one built in its place, she wants to talk.

Alan: About?

Alexis: I think it's just gonna be catching up, which is gonna be awkward as fuck. But if I'm lucky... She'll be open to talking about what we are. Fæ.

Alan: *[scoffs]* You're gonna have to either get her under the influence, or tell her another accident almost happened to make her talk about that.

Chloe: What do you mean? "Accident?"

Alexis: I'm not exactly sure what the relationship status is right now, but this might be awkward, anyway. Just forewarning you. My mom had no interest discussing the Fæ. The only time she opened up was when Alan and I, being the dumb horny toads that we were, y'know. Fooled around.

Chloe: Yeah, I get it.

Alexis: Point is, she only told me I was a Succubus species of Fæ when I learned about my powers... When I almost killed Alan.

Chloe: That's... disturbing.

Alan: Luckily, she eventually got better at using those powers.

Chloe: Did she get better at using them, or did you get better at handling her?

Alan: ...I'm gonna plead the fifth.

Chloe: Right answer.

*[Alexis rolled her eyes and saw the clock said 7:20.]*

Alexis: Alright, I'm gonna go ahead and go. I wanna have the whole day to talk to her. Try not to kill each other.

*[Alexis headed out of the room, and then the house to the Scion.]*

Chloe: Bye!

Alan: Later!

*[Suddenly, the air fryer went off, letting out a loud ding which startled Alan.]*

Alan: FUCK! *[proceeds to open the air fryer]*

Chloe: *[giggling]* Calm down. It's not like it's Salem. *[realizes Alan is glaring at her]* Sorry. Bad taste.

Alan: Yeah, well. *[flips the livermush over with a fork and puts it back in]* In five minutes, *that* won't be bad taste. *[turns to the table]* Can't say the same about the cereal.

Chloe: Fuck, I was enjoying that.

Alan: I've got food going.

Chloe: You know I don't do livermush.

Alan: You are inhuman. *[holds up the Stabilized Simplicitrix]* And that's saying something coming from me.

*[The Scion pulled up to a rather fancy, two-story house a few miles out. It was a dark grey, slate house, with several windows and a large front door. A garage of matching slate was attached nearby. Alexis pulled up to the garage, and let out a heavy sigh before cutting off the car and getting out. She headed for the front door, which seemed to open by itself, only for a woman to walk out and greet her with a smile.]*

Alexis: ...Hey, mom.

Anastasia: Oh, Alexis, honey. It's good to see you.

*[Anastasia pulled Alexis in for a hug, which Alexis awkwardly reciprocated. Anastasia was, oddly enough, quite different from Alexis in appearance. Their only shared trait was their black hair, which was not exact as Anastasia did not share the white streak from Alexis' hair. Her skin was notably darker, her face shape somewhat different, and her eyes being a steely-blue. The scene cut to Alexis sitting in a heavily furbished living room, Anastasia walking in with a platter of sandwiches and cups of both coffee and tea, setting it down on the table next to the couch.]*

Anastasia: I wasn't sure if you preferred coffee or tea, it's been so long.

Alexis: Yeah. Two years. Since the house burned down.

*[Anastasia shifted uncomfortably.]*

Anastasia: ...Would you like to ha-

Alexis: Cut the shit, mom. I wanna know why no one contacted me after the house burned down, I wanna know why you've been out of touch with me ever since then, and most importantly, I wanna know why you don't have the Fæ scent.

*[Anastasia closed her eyes as she sighed.]*

Anastasia: That's what I was hoping to discuss with you, actually.

*[Alexis blinked as she had a confused look on her face.]*

Alexis: ...Really?

*[There was a knock at the door. Anastasia opened her eyes and stood up.]*

Anastasia: That must be her.

Alexis: "Her?" Her, who?

Anastasia: Don't you have a wiff of that?

*[Alexis continued her confused expression until her eyes widened. Anastasia led Alexis into the foyeur before opening up the front door. On the other side was a woman that looked almost exactly like Alexis, though noticably older. The woman looked past Anastasia to see Alexis.]*

Woman: Wow. You're your mother's daughter, alright.

Alexis: Who... Are you?

Anastasia: Alexis, this is-

Silk: Silk. Silk Donovan. *[walks past Anastasia towards Alexis]* ...I'm your actual mother.

*[Alexis gasped, taking a step back from both of them, eyes quivering in disbelief.]*

*[Police sirens wailed as the cars they were attached to drove down the street. One of the cars abruptly stopped as its frunt end was grabbed by Jail-Berd who squawked loudly. He lifted up the police car and spun it around before throwing it at another car, only for it to be surrounded in a red aura before it was placed safely on the ground. Jail-Berd looked on confused until his eyes widened at the sight of Alan as Gravattack waving at him.]*

Gravattack: Hey, Jail-Berd. Been a while. Not including the skit, of course.

Jail-Berd: Oh, shit.

*[Jail-Berd immediately began flying away. Gravattack assumed his planetoid form and gave chase. The Pinnavem criminal flew into an alleyway, realizing himself trapped as he heard Gravattack behind him, turning to see him having returned to his humanoid form.]*

Gravattack: No where left to go.

Jail-Berd: But up, that is.

*[Jail-Berd shot up, attempting to fly out of the top of the alley, only to get caught up in the red aura of Gravattack's power.]*

Gravattack: Yeah, I figured you were gonna do that. Mason!

*[With Jail-Berd suspended in the air, Mason came swinging in, shooting webbing all over Jail-Berd to keep him still as Gravattack set him back on the ground. Mason then proceeded to punch Jail-Berd's face.]*

Jail-Berd: OW! WHA-

Mason: *That* was for the water tower incident two years ago! *[sighs, turns to Gravattack]* We ready?

Gravattack: Yeah, I think so.

*[Gravattack reached up, lightly tapping the Simplicitrix before his body shrank in a bright flash of red light, becoming Rabbiture. He put out his right paw, shooting a red energy blast at a wall that turned into a portal back to their living room. Rabbiture hopped through before Mason dragged Jail-Berd through, the portal closing behind them. Devin and Chloe approached.]*

Devin: That didn't seem like much trouble at all.

Mason: It was just Jail-Berd, of course it wasn't much trouble.

Jail-Berd: What's that supposed to mean?!

Rabbiture: Dude, you are easily a D-Tier villain.

Jail-Berd: Wha- Name five villains more dangerous than me!

Rabbiture: Vapor, Excambalir, Darama, Emina, Richard.

Jail-Berd: Y-Yeah? Five more!

Rabbiture: Envy, Shadow, Mitos, Hitmas, ElevenEleven.

Jail-Berd: I... Well.. Dead ones don't count!

Rabbiture: Fine, strike off Richard and Hitmas, there's still Techadon 59260 and Mischife.

Jail-Berd: Yeah, we- Wait. Richard? He's... dead?

*[Rabbiture paused and an awkward, tense silence filled the room. The silence was temporarily broken by the sound of Rabbiture becoming Alan again, staring down Jail-Berd. He sighed and closed his eyes before turning and walking away.]*

Alan: Find a place to get rid of the trash, will you?

*[Alan's friends looked at each other concerned. Alan was then seen sitting out on a balcony of the house overlooking the street, seeing some of the nearby neighborhood. Chloe walked out onto the balcony and sat down next to him.]*

Chloe: Is that... comment still getting to you?

Alan: I think it's always going to. But... I *did* bring that on myself by bringing him up. ...Just like I brought on my own guilt when I... offed him.

Chloe: It seems you're getting your conscious back. Even if just bit by bit.

Alan: ...Yeah.

Chloe: *[thinks for a moment]* Any ideas on when you lost it to begin with?

Alan: You some kind of therapist now?

Chloe: I'm trying to help.

Alan: *[looks at her before sighing]* I know *exactly* when I lost it. The same day Devin and Mason lost their normal lives. The day the Agent told me I'd kill Richard. The day-

Chloe: You killed Hitmas.

*[There was a quick flashback to Alan as Similimander mimicking Dictator Hitmas' powers to fight him, before mimicking the powers of an Amperi to phase into him and electrocute him to death.]*

Alan: There are a few different reactions to killing. Some people crave doing it more. Some people vow to never do it again. And then you have people like me. We grow numb to it.

Chloe: ...What makes this so much different, then? Why are you starting to feel remorse now?

Alan: When I killed Hitmas, when I killed Hagan, none of you stopped me or batted an eye. I thought it was because they were villains, that it didn't matter if I killed if who I killed was bad. It wasn't until after I... killed Richard I realized otherwise. That and... I thought I was going to lose you. *All* of you.

*[Chloe put her hand on Alan's shoulder, eventually moving it down to Alan's hand, tightly grabbing it. Sighing, the both of them looked off towards the nearby houses. Something caught Chloe's eye. She watched on as she saw the young woman with black hair and red eyes sneakily drop from a window on the second floor of one of the houses. Chloe leaned forward and narrowing her eyes before having a realization once the woman turned around.]*

Chloe: Ember?

Alan: Hm?

Chloe: I... I think I see someone I used to know.

*[Alan followed her gaze, the two of them seeing the woman walk at a brisk pace away from the home.]*

Alan: You know her?

Chloe: Yeah. I... I think I do. There's no way there's someone *else* with those red eyes.

*[Chloe left the balcony as Alan kept looking at the woman.]*

Alan: Hm. She kinda looks like... Yang's mom. Interesting.

*[Alan then joined Chloe as the two left the house.]*

*[Alexis paced around the living room, in a mix of anger and confusion. Anastasia sat awkwardly next to Silk, who sipped on some tea. Alexis turned to her angrily.]*

Alexis: How can you be so fucking nonchalant about this?!

Silk: Who in the hell have you been spending time with to talk like that?

Alexis: That is *far* from the point! What, am I just supposed to welcome you into my life with open arms just because you're my birth mother?!

Silk: Not at all.

Alexis: Then what the *fuck* is the point of this?!

*[Silk sighed, sitting down her tea as she stood up.]*

Silk: Fæ have a lot of rules. Dickish rules, but rules. I wanted to stay after you were born but... Something came up about a year in.

Alexis: What could *possibly* have taken you away from your daughter?! Or to keep you, either of you, from keeping in contact with me after the fucking house burned down?!

Silk: I *did* just say dickish rules. You're not human, you're Fæ, you follow those rules, however dickish they are. When it comes to a Succubus or Incubus, sixteen is about the age when you "leave the nest," per say. The house burning down was quite a coincidence. As for leaving you so early... Well, we're not directly related, but I have, or rather, *had*, a place in the Blood King's counsil. About seventeen years ago, a Fæ related issue came up that, as far as the Fæ were concerned, took precedence over family. So, when I had to leave, I left you in the care of Anastasia... my claimed human.

Alexis: Just...

*[Alexis sighed, sitting down while holding her forehead.]*

Alexis: Back up a bit. Fæ rules, claimed human... Blood King? I... What does *any* of that mean?

*[Silk sat down next to Alexis, putting her hand on her shoulder.]*

Silk: It's... a *lot* to explain.

Alexis: *[looking back at Silk]* ...I'm not going anywhere.