Getting to know each other.

Hearing a noise from down the hall, Johnny and Ben leaned back over the couch from their football game to peer down the hallway towards Reed’s lab with some curiosity. They heard a blast earlier, but then it went silent, followed by what sounded like Sue’s voice making threats in the distance.

“Huh… Reed must have done it this time to get my sister THAT angry.”

“Yeah, but this is what you get when you turn down meatloaf night.”

“Is Dad in trouble again Uncle Johnny?” Asked Valaria, she and her brother were both sitting in the side couch next to the Thing and Human Torch, sharing a tub of popcorn when they heard the blast too, but unlike the two adults could not see a thing.

“Dunno kiddo…”

Seeing a group of people leave the lab, Johnny was a little confused until his eyes went wide with horror, jumping from his seat and immediately setting himself aflame, it startled the other three sitting next to him.

“Johnny, what are you…” Turning his attention to the hallway, Ben realised what scared the man and immediately stood to his own feet, spilling his drink and popcorn on the floor as Malice, the self-proclaimed queen of hatred casually strolled into the living room. Her heels clicking against the tiled floor with each chosen step with her tattered black and blood red cape dragging behind her. Her attire was a one-piece leather suit that showed off her arms, legs and cleavage provocatively, studded with spikes with matching leather thigh high boots and elbow long gloves. Her face was obscured by a leather mask with spikes studded over its cap like a mohawk, showing only her sneering red lips and hate filled eyes boring into the four in the living room.

They remembered Susan’s alter ego vividly, all her worst impulses, even the ones she was never aware of broiled to the forefront of her mind and given voice and will by the Hate Monger. To even consider her as Susan’s dark side was not giving the woman credit. They both remembered how she easily defeated all of them with sadistic glee, how she planned to bring meaningless pain and destruction to everyone in the city and **** them to watch with cruel mirth as New York burn to the ground. If she was not evil incarnate, she was very much close to it. The two were prepared for the fight of their lives… Until they noticed the woman being shoved from behind by another woman, pointing out to a corner of the living room away from the rest of the Richard’s family.

“Go over THERE bitch! Where I can keep an eye on you.”

Breathing in sharply but keeping her explosive rage in check, Malice looked up to the towering wendigo woman and scoffed, stepping over to the far corner of the room to lean against the wall and cross her arms under her chest. Glaring back at everyone present as they joined her in the living room.

“Same with you ‘Carmilla’, no tricks either.”

Taken back from the sight, Johnny was **** to look up at the 8-foot-tall wendigo who continued to glare back at Malice and another woman that looked like his sister. The white furred woman would have given Jennifer Walters a run for her money in the muscle department, but what really shocked him was despite having pointed ears, a feline nose, and a pair of horns over her scalp, claws, and a tail, she was the spitting image of his sister. So was the vampire looking woman who took her place next to Malice, only her skin and hair was deathly pale and wearing a black gown that exposed her back, arms, and cleavage. Moving to stand next to the S&M wearing copy with a sensual grace, the two identical women eyed each other briefly before stepping away from each other to get more space.

“Don’t get too comfortable you two, you’ve got company.” Spoke another woman entering from the hallway, dragging what looked like Victor Von Doom’s sister out by her arm and shoving her over to the two at the far corner. Just as surprising as the wendigo, this woman was pale blue with angelic wings demonic horns and wearing a red cocktail dress. Her cloven feet clicked with each step on the floor as she and the wendigo took opposite from the other three now leaning against the wall. “Now stay there until we can figure out what to do with you.

“How DARE you handle a queen of Latveria like that, when this is resolved I’ll see you banished back to whatever hell that spawned you!” Threatened the iron clad woman in a European accent, smoothing down her green cloak and glaring back at the demon and wendigo, the taller of the two growling back with barred fangs as she crossed her arms to look more intimidating. Almost running out into the living room, a Susan Storm wearing a pink dress stopped in her tracks at the sight of a man enveloped in fire and another made of stone. Screaming out in fright, the woman backed away until she pressed against the opposite wall near the windows.

“There are MORE of you freaks here?! Oh, please God just send me back home and I swear I’ll stop hitting on my cameraman!”

“Oh, shut it, those aren’t freaks.” Spoke another Susan entering the now crowded living room, only this one was the most exotic of them all. Sky blue scaly skin with two sets of arms, one pair crossed under her bust and the lower pair resting at her hips, the alien looking woman had spurs coming out of her forearms, ankles and back, along with a serpentine stinger tail, tentacles for hair and antlers framing her face. A face that too had the spitting image of Susan Storm rolling her yellow reptilian eyes at the other woman having a small panic attack. “They’re my brother and best friend, so show a little decorum while you’re here.”

“Uhm…. Mommy?” Asked Franklin out loud, his eyes shifting to all the woman that looked like his mother now crowding the living room. The moment he did, the wendigo, demon and alien women turned their attention to the boy and immediately melted to a softer, warmer demeanor.

“Hi son.” They said in unison, followed by the sight of Franklin’s REAL mother along with Reed and another Susan Storm entering the room. The one clinging to his arm like a scared child was wearing some of his mother’s spare clothing while his real mother moved from her husband to pat Johnny on the shoulder after he set his flames off and moved to greet and crouched to hug her two children on the couch.

“Kids… Seems we’re going to have some guests for a little while until Reed finds a way to bring them back home.”

“Right… Guests.” Spoke Johnny, keeping his eyes on Malice. “Guests from where?!”

“Well, that’s a very good question Johnny, I’ve been working in the lab for the past few weeks on an interdimensional portal, one we could use to explore different versions of our Earth and see the possibilities of our actions and inactions.” Explained Mr. Fantastic, helping the Susan who clung to his arm down to a lone chair next to the couch and gently pulling away from her. The moment she was not holding onto his arm, she immediately clung to the chain hanging from the collar around her neck. “I had a slight mishap in the lab, and it would appear a few… version of Susan appeared out of the result.”

“Huh… Got any more Suzies coming out of the woodworks we need to know about Stretch?” Asked Ben, he too kept his eyes on Malice, knowing full well what she was capable of.

Trading looks with his wife and back down the hall where the cosmic powered Susan Storm still floated alone in Reed’s lab unseen, the two nodded together.

“Well, one more… Let us just say she’s a little shy.”

“Its only because of that human glow stick that I don’t peel your flesh from your miserable bones.” Scowled the leather clad woman, her rage apparent but unable or unwilling to act on it.

“Make another comment like that in front of the kids and I’ll do you one better!” Threatened the blue skinned demon woman with feathered wings, her eyes glowing a golden light before turning her attention to the others in the living room. Her demeanor returning to something sweet and motherly like their actual mother. Bending at the waist and resting her hands at her knees, the succubus smiled down at the two children.

“So… Yeah, we’re from different realities. I’m your mother from a world where I had a bit of a run in with Mephisto... It’s a bit of a long story.”

Resting a clawed hand at her hip and combing her fingers through her long mane of white hair, the wendigo Susan wearing a blue bikini spoke. “I got cursed after pricking my finger over a wendigo’s severed fang, now I look like this. At least thanks to MY Reed I can walk around without worrying about eating people.” Turning to look over at Mr. Fantastic, the she-wendigo gave the man an affectionate wink.

Crossing her two sets of arms and looking away slightly, the alien Susan tilted her heel in thought before answering. “I’m a little more complicated… Let’s just say space travel is filled with its own dangers.” Her tail flicking behind her as she spoke.

“So, what’s with Malibu Barbie over here?” Pointed Ben with his thumb over to the woman wearing pink and slowly calming down, then his attention fell to the version of Susan wearing a collar and chain. “And her?”

“I have NO idea…” Answered Sue, crossing her arms and giving them both a confused look. “This one was wearing nothing except that collar and was draping herself over Reed, calling him ‘master’ the entire time.”

“Am I doing it right master?” The woman asked, her eyes always on Reed the entire time. “You told me you would be happier if I was wearing clothing, am I doing it right?”

Looking over his shoulder to his actual wife and the confused woman sitting in the chair clutching her chain, Reed looked back to her and nodded. “Uhm… Y-yes Suzie dear, you’re doing very well.” Shrugging his shoulders, he had no idea how to deal with this version of his wife.

Joining Reed in front of her identical twin, Susan leaned down to see her eye to eye. She looked like her in every way, except… Broken. Whatever she had gone through, there was no will or resistance behind her.

“Can you tell me what your world is like? Or if there’s anything like our world like yours?”

“Like master’s?”

“No, like yours.”

“Like Master’s?

Hearing one of the Susans at the back of the living room chuckle, the Invisible Woman found the pale vampire version of herself stifle a laugh behind a gloved hand. Her red eyes half lidded with a hidden smirk.

“It’s always adorable to see a child play with a doll…”

Frowning, Susan was about to scold the undead woman when the succubus next to her waved her down and approached them at the chair.

“Let me help, I have a knack for reading people.” Crouching down to see the woman in the chair with a friendly smile, the blue skinned demoness gently pulled the woman’s hands into hers and stared deep into her eyes. “Now, lets see what…” Her eyes going wide, the demoness gasped, her tail snapping behind her as she knelt in silence staring into the woman’s eyes.

“Is… Is everything okay?” Reed asked. The moment he spoke, the succubus snapped her attention back to him with a look of pure rage, catching him off guard when she stood to her full height and grabbed him by the throat with both hands.

“Reed!”

“YOU SICK MONSTER! HAVING HER WASN’T ENOUGH? OWNING HER WASN’T ENOUGH? PERHAPS SOME PERSPECTIVE IS NEEDED! PERHAPS I NEED TO SHARE WITH YOU THE PAIN YOU’VE INFLICTED! ALL 131,000 HOURS OF IT!!!!!!!”