#could be fluff

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When Villain was finally released from their holding cell, Superhero was waiting for them.

The long limbed do-gooder pushed casually off the wall they were draped against, stretching their slender arms over their head and sauntering carefully across the waiting room to Villain’s gaping self.

They got within inches, tipping their head down to shoot that infuriating smile directly into their face. “You’re a little troublemaker, aren’t you.”

Villain bristled. “What are you doing here?”

Superhero only smiled wider. “I bailed you out.”

“But Henchman—“

“Is indisposed.”

Villain’s stomach lurched. “What happened? Are they ok?”

“Just fine. They ran into some trouble with my colleagues on their way here, but I got them somewhere safe.”

Villain shrank back a little, bumping into the officer behind them.

“I-I don’t believe you. Why are you doing this?”

@skysnipsw

Ever since waking up between the worlds, the former villain has been using what little power and influence they have left in the normal world to reach out to the lost and hurting.

Comforting, encouraging, and guiding others to the light, the former villain has been trying to help others avoid the mistakes that drove so many like them to ruin. There was only so much that could be done from this 'place', but the former villain was doing all that could be.

After all, nobody even knew the former villain was alive here. The chances of getting out and doing good in person were very very slim.

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(So...this is my first sick fic I’ve ever written, and it isn’t superb, but I tried.)

Jackieboy bounces in place excitedly as he stares at the dining room table. It’s decorated with a pastel blue tablecloth (made of actual cloth and not plastic!) and above it hangs soft green streamers. Balloons of white and blue are tied to the back of the chairs and more of them (blown up with breath, thanks to the now lightheaded Chase) litter the ground. Confetti is scattered all over the table, and a stack of gifts takes up the center of it. Jackie breaths deep, his mouth watering at the smells coming from the kitchen as JJ and Marvin work hard to make a breakfast feast fit for a king. Robbie is even wearing one of those cone-shaped birthday hats without trying to take it off! 

“I’m going to go wake him up!” Jackie bursts out. He rushes out of the room and just barely stops himself from slamming into Schneep’s bedroom door. He takes a deep breath to calm down and eases open the doctor’s door. “Schneep? You awake yet?”

He’s answered by someone violently blowing their nose.

Schneep is sitting up in his bed, surrounded by piles of used tissues and empty tissue boxes. The top drawer of his bedside table, which is always stocked with boxes of tissue in case of a nose-related emergency, is practically empty. He looks up at Jackie through half-closed eyes and tries to smile. It comes out as a grimace. “Good morning Jackie.” His voice is raspy and rough. Jackie flinches, imagining how much Schneep’s throat must hurt. Schneep coughs and blows his nose again. “I think I have a little cold.”

Jackie moves closer but Schneep holds up a hand to stop him. “May be best to stay away. We cannot have you getting sick as well.” 

Jackie ignores Schneep and walks right up next to the bed. He opens another drawer in the bedside table and fishes out a surgical mask. “Here, this way you can be around us and not get us sick! It’s your birthday, Schneep. You’re not spending it alone.” 

The good doctor smiles and takes the mask. “Thank you Jackie. I-” he’s interrupted by another violent couch escaping his throat.

“Whoa, hey, no need to talk. Come on, let’s get you some medicine. Do you need help getting up or are you okay?” Henrik, mask now on, puts his hand up and slowly gets up on his own. He wobbles a bit but steadies himself on the table. 

“Congestion is giving me headache,” he rasps. “Is a little...hard to balance.”

“Here, put your arm over my shoulder,” Jackie offers. Schneep does so and they leave the room, Jackie helping to keep his brother steady as they walk down the hall. They walk into the dining room, and Schneep’s sickly eyes widen and light up. He gasps softly at the room and looks around slowly, drinking it in as Jackie helps him to the table. 

“SURPRISE!”

The other Septics come out of the kitchen, each carrying a huge tray of food. In the blink of an eye the table is covered with food. Waffles, pancakes, bacon, sausages, eggs (both scrambled and runny), English muffins (available with jelly, peanut butter, or normal butter), bagels with cream cheese, and Schneep’s favorite chocolate-banana muffins create a mouth-watering display. 

Schneep’s eyes fill with tears. He fishes a tissue out of his pocket and blows his nose, not only from sickness but from emotion. “It’s amazing!” The exclamation scrapes his throat painfully and he bursts into a coughing fit so bad he has to close his eyes afterwards, but he doesn’t care. When he’s done and opens his eyes again, Marvin is standing next to him with a cough drop in hand. 

“It’s magic, it’ll sooth your throat way better than a normal one,” the magician says as Schneep accepts it gratefully. He feels it start to work as soon as it touches his tongue and he sighs with relief. Marvin grins and pats him on the back gently.

They dig in, chatting between bites. He’s squished in the center of a group hug as soon as he stands up from his chair, and he can’t help but cry again. It was the best start to a day he could have hoped for, even with the cold.