My sister and her friends were being weird at me. I I needed to do laundry, but I couldn’t because the laundry machines were in the basement and it was going to storm. I kept try to walk away from my sister but she was following me. I just wanted to watch weird subtitled anime by myself, but she was hassling me about being friends or being sexual with a dude or his sister. She said their dad wanted his antique answering machine back. I said he had left it here, at the family’s house, and not with me or at my house, so it wasn’t my fault we took it to Goodwill.
She said the it was my fault that his son, who was being weird to me, sued the family for accusing him of having a mental disorder and ruined the family business because I was the one that family gave discounts on my wedding. They gave us a discount on the band, but we didn’t have a band, just a DJ. And the graphic display they sold us wasn’t good. She was driving me crazy so I shoved her, but we were at the top of the basement stairs. The guy making the trouble had previously shoved her down the same stairs, and my dad had had enough so he was going to kill me after he checked on her, so I grabbed one of the weapons at the top of the stairs.
He put on his green space marine armor and started attacking me with the house defenses. I was fighting off the blasts with a weapon that functioned as a gun or a bat. It was green and fancy and matched the armor, and was kind of a large bore medium-long one with a curved handle like old timey guns. I tried to convince him that if I stayed alive, I could pay him thousands of dollars a month from my salary to help the family business, but he kept chasing me.
Frozone was going to get in his car with a woman, but I pried it open to try to convince him to save me. We went through a test course where he gave me a weapon and I had to knock out various configurations of lights with the different functions of it. He called it a Red Right, or possibly a Red Right Hand, and it looked like a more modern weapon but an improvised one from Fallout. I was left-handed but thought that would be a good opportunity to demonstrate my proficiency. The weapon had a revolver-type loading mechanism. I kept flashing back to doing the course in my childhood.
Around the end of the loop, we came back to the family house, so I threw a weapon at my dad to distract him. I hadn’t managed to get my wallet on the way out of the house, and Frozone wasn’t granting me the protection of the government defense/weapons/superhero agency, so I fled to the local outpost for the rival anti-American agency MAD. I became another person and watched my former self surrender and surrender his weapon and get wrapped in chains. I followed through turny hallways trying to get to his door. I passed special rooms holding prisoners numbered 12 and 8 or 9 with those same 2 numbers repeating a lot until I finally went inside 13. The room was sort of jungly and sort of Alice in Wonderland, with purple and green plants and a black background and of course it was bigger and deeper than a room should be. Former me broke out of his chains and then explained why he was here and wanted to join. The hypnotic professor, possibly named Laura? Explained to her colleague that you truly bind people by hypnotizing the mind.
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