Post by BUDDY SYN PINE on Mar 16, 2015 0:46:36 GMT
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Syndrome was not always Syndrome in the way that a black widow spider used to be an egg and a rabid dog used to be a puppy. Things grow, things change, things twist and turn down a path that is wretched. Such a road is covered with a canopy of dark, dead trees with long, slender branches. The darkness grows as the sun disappears over the horizon. There is no way to look back, only to go forward. It was hard to look back, hard to be good, easy to continue, easy to be evil. [break] [break]
Buddy Pine was born to two normal people and lived in a lovely normal home until one day his father left never to return again. His mother indulged in her son and his every wish, desperately trying to make it up to him, that he had lost his father and that she was now a single mother that worked over 90 hours a week to make ends meet. Buddy spent most of his childhood alone in his room with his electronic devices, isolated and pleased to be that way. He did not relate well with his peers and often preferred dark, quiet places to work on his inventions. [break] [break]
The only thing that made him leave his own personal bubble were the superheroes. He admired them with ferocity. He wanted to be just like them. But he had no powers to speak of, nothing that made him unique and different. His intelligence was the only thing that he truly valued about himself. Buddy was eager to bring it to the table as he tried so hard to impress Mr. Incredible. Mother had approved of his sidekick antics, believing that a father figure would put a smile on her son’s face and stop worrying the child psychologists he saw.[break] [break]
But Mr. Incredible ignored him. He thought that little Buddy Pine was just something that got in his way, an annoyance, a pest. Even Buddy knew that he was a genius, a prodigy. He could be anything and all he wanted to be was Mr. Incredible’s sidekick. Incrediboy. It was all he wanted. And yet he was cast away. He had stewed in anger for years. He was so hurt. Why were people like that? Why was the world such a cruel place? Why did no one understand that he had something to offer them? He wanted to help. [break] [break]
He had showed them. He tried to show them.[break] [break]
***[break] [break]
Wonderland was irritating to Buddy. Too many people were walking around. The houses were far too close together in the woods and he knew that he didn’t like neighbors. He had fantasies of living on an island somewhere warm and secluded. He wanted to like people. It wasn’t as if he didn’t try to lower himself onto the level of everyone else. But they acted as if he didn’t deserve the time of their day it took to acknowledge him. Fine. Forget them. It was their loss. He could have his own fun and his own adventure in Wonderland all by himself. He didn’t need a sidekick.[break] [break]
He could be found in one of two places, either holed up in his home trying to work on the inventions that popped into his head or he could be found standing near the Hall of Doors. He wouldn’t say anything or take any notes as he stared at the door. He just thought about what lay beyond and what secrets were kept from him. He had heard the stories of what could happen if you opened the door. But he was more than confident that he would find a way. [break] [break]
Syndrome was not always Syndrome in the way that a black widow spider used to be an egg and a rabid dog used to be a puppy. Things grow, things change, things twist and turn down a path that is wretched. Such a road is covered with a canopy of dark, dead trees with long, slender branches. The darkness grows as the sun disappears over the horizon. There is no way to look back, only to go forward. It was hard to look back, hard to be good, easy to continue, easy to be evil. [break] [break]
Buddy Pine was born to two normal people and lived in a lovely normal home until one day his father left never to return again. His mother indulged in her son and his every wish, desperately trying to make it up to him, that he had lost his father and that she was now a single mother that worked over 90 hours a week to make ends meet. Buddy spent most of his childhood alone in his room with his electronic devices, isolated and pleased to be that way. He did not relate well with his peers and often preferred dark, quiet places to work on his inventions. [break] [break]
The only thing that made him leave his own personal bubble were the superheroes. He admired them with ferocity. He wanted to be just like them. But he had no powers to speak of, nothing that made him unique and different. His intelligence was the only thing that he truly valued about himself. Buddy was eager to bring it to the table as he tried so hard to impress Mr. Incredible. Mother had approved of his sidekick antics, believing that a father figure would put a smile on her son’s face and stop worrying the child psychologists he saw.[break] [break]
But Mr. Incredible ignored him. He thought that little Buddy Pine was just something that got in his way, an annoyance, a pest. Even Buddy knew that he was a genius, a prodigy. He could be anything and all he wanted to be was Mr. Incredible’s sidekick. Incrediboy. It was all he wanted. And yet he was cast away. He had stewed in anger for years. He was so hurt. Why were people like that? Why was the world such a cruel place? Why did no one understand that he had something to offer them? He wanted to help. [break] [break]
He had showed them. He tried to show them.[break] [break]
***[break] [break]
Wonderland was irritating to Buddy. Too many people were walking around. The houses were far too close together in the woods and he knew that he didn’t like neighbors. He had fantasies of living on an island somewhere warm and secluded. He wanted to like people. It wasn’t as if he didn’t try to lower himself onto the level of everyone else. But they acted as if he didn’t deserve the time of their day it took to acknowledge him. Fine. Forget them. It was their loss. He could have his own fun and his own adventure in Wonderland all by himself. He didn’t need a sidekick.[break] [break]
He could be found in one of two places, either holed up in his home trying to work on the inventions that popped into his head or he could be found standing near the Hall of Doors. He wouldn’t say anything or take any notes as he stared at the door. He just thought about what lay beyond and what secrets were kept from him. He had heard the stories of what could happen if you opened the door. But he was more than confident that he would find a way. [break] [break]
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