Okay so I've been turning the hero x villain theory over in my head and what if the hero turned more "evil" to match the villain instead of the other way around?

So the hero is heroing with all their hero friends and they live like a hero does: Saving the world every day, competing with their friends, balancing their school/home or work/home life with their hero life the best they can and one would imagine this is a lot of stress but it's all the hero has ever known... so it's easier to handle. Plus, all of Hero's friends can do it to, so why wouldn't they?

Then comes the day that the villain kidnaps the hero... keeps them in the Evil Villain Lair™ and it doesn't seem that bad but WE KNOW this is a ploy, a trap, a way to get the Hero's defenses down... but it keeps going the hero is super on edge wondering when it's gonna come when their favorite song stops playing on the cute old timey music player and the villain stops singing and making chamomile tea because the tea may be poisoned and the hero is ready, the hero has always been ready because ready is what Hero has always, always needed to be, for who else could do it if not them?

And it's been a couple weeks, the hero's sanity is stretched out thin, every clink of the antique teacups is a clink of the chain decorating the villain's favorite timepiece that Hero knows so well now because it ticks and clinks for each second being taken off their life... and still Hero's friends don't come, and when the villain asks them what's wrong and they refuse to speak because it must be a trap is when we as the audience realize the hero has been trapped--trapped by their friends who never cared and fed a toxic environment that the hero fought to keep every day.






The rest of the story follows the Hero falling for or being besties with the villain, becoming more and more "evil" as they connect and fall out of their old ways that we first portrayed as good but slowly draw out the toxic parts

a line from this could be "And I need to be strong for myself and not shed the tears that threaten to fall from my eyes, for I know what they would taste like, the bitter salt water that might drip in time with the clicking of her favorite gold watch and tick down the numbers faster--So I need to be strong, and not feel the fear that I should or I might find myself unable to stop."


I know this is really more like crack writing but please don't steal my whole plot and idea :) you can totally use the hero x villain PROMPT but please not the whole thing

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me myself and i (she/her)

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A kitchen witch lives in the woods next to a village, all the people love her and ask her for help which she grants. As time passes, she grows more powerful, becoming a most beloved sorceress. A civil war breaks out between the king and his power hungry and evil brother. Both sides have amassed large armies, claiming to be the One True King. The evil brother approaches the sorceress in secret claiming to be the good brother, and ask for magical assistance, starting out with small things like a potion to heal his soldiers wound, but increasing to the point of weapons of mass destruction the sorceress somewhat hesitantly obliges, slowly becoming accustomed to making weapons of war. As the weapons grow more powerful, wizards and witches from other kingdoms take notice and start helping the good brother, the evil brother then in desperation pleads with the sorceress to make something to kill the "evil magic users" knowing that it would take dark magic to kill them the sorceress declines. The situation for the evil brother grows more desperate until the sorceress agrees and wipes them out. The evil brother wins taking control of the kingdom. Rumors spread of the evil enchantress who helped him win. The sorceress hears of it but by that time the dark magic has corrupted her, so she is fine knowing she helped an evil King rise to power.

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That tiny x on the pop up add

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Well, here we go.

My father made me be a gnome for our front lawn when ours was taken.

My parents weren't there for my birth, and on my 5th birthday my only friends were some animatronics.

My father came home with a dog named "Only son" because it was the son he never had.

I'm scared of sand because a bully named Boris liked kicking sand into my eyes.

I loved to do puppet shows, especially because it allowed my meet some Frauleins, but this kid named huge-hands- Hans who wasn't very good at them, but no one cared because he had huge hands.

My mother loved kickball, and my brother Roger always was good at kickball, so she loved him even more.

My parents thought my brother would be a girl, so they made several girl clothes. But since he was born a boy my parents made me wear them.

I had a friend that was a Balloon, but he floated away one day when I was being a garden gnome.

We had a public pool, and it had a really big high dive. It was basically a right of manhood, but I was too scared to jump and my family was to embarrassed to be seen around me.

Also I was told I should say that my name is Heinz Doofenshmirtz, but I don't see why that matters.

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Minecraft_Chicken (He/Chicken)

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-A only child girl with a very strict mum gets a bad hit on the head playing basketball with her bf. It makes her constantly in a fight or flight mode. Not wanting to upset anyone, she experiments with plants to make a homemade remedy. Fast forward till shes 21. WW2 is in full swing, her new bf is off in war(currently missing too), and he mother (a 2nd generation japanese american) just died in an internment camp. The girl handles this disturbingly well, and is making money off her homemade d***s, selling them to wannabe soldiers too weak or ill to serve. Her boyfriend returns with ptsd, and a missing arm. She dives deeper into d**g research, and makes him a medicine for limb regrowth, which works, but he refuses to let her "fix" his mental issues. She now needs stronger d***s to keep herself "numb" and the side effects are kinda creepy. Her bf finds out about her d**g business,and tries to comfort her, she freaks out, and stabs him with a stray needle, which overwhelms his cells, turning him into a big slimy lump of flesh. She uses even more d***s to cope, which feeds her sadistic, sociopathic personality. She continues to sell "Demon D***s" which eventually become so addicting, that no human can be mentally stable without her constant management of their cells. She uses this to gain severely violent servants out of druggies, and love interests, or even the stray bratty teenage boy she wants to see squirm.
The d***s she uses slow her age, and give her a great deal of physical ability, so she is currently a hipster florist who everyone thinks is ignorant, and too girly(hint, shes not)

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Faye Drewit

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In the story I’ve written, the hero was a demigod who was screwing around with ways to become a god, and he accidentally split his god and mortal halves apart. The god half now has no conscience and goes around causing chaos and wreaking havoc while also wondering why nobody wants to hang out with him anymore, while the mortal part is filled with regret about releasing that demon into the world and also power-hungry to regain the powers he lost. He slowly starts to grow more evil as he gains more power because it corrupts him, and his friends leave him as he becomes more deranged and insane.

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Red PANda (any pronouns)

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A low grade rich boy journalist claws his way out of hell and begins a fecal trail across the world..... and now he's Rupert Murdoch....

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K- THULU

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