Portal Posi Boss Battle: A Friend in the Fight

Prompt #1: Draw or write about your character fighting the boss!

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A super hero. 

 

That’s what Gabi Hardie, more commonly known as Fiddlehead in the crime fighting scene, called himself. 

 

But he wasn’t feeling particularly super today. 

 

Looking up at Portal Posi’s Preposterous, Pendant-Piloted Serpentoid, he sighed and took a step back, preparing to take the run up on it again. If he can even get one hand on its stupid, metal-plated body, he’d be able to get a grip. … But the problem was getting a hand on it. 

 

As the massive metallic monstrosity chewed through the earth, Gabi unfurled his fragrant, foliole phalanges, concentrating on a couple of the largest as the power of the wind gathered behind them, building… building… 

 

SHUMP! SHUMP-SHUMP!

Three leaf-like structures shot off towards the snake-mech’s face, bursting into an instant flash of light, followed by a deafening BANG! BANG-BANG! 

 

Ugh… 

 

He could almost hear the villain laughing as the snake pushed right on through. 

 

“... Need some-”

 

“JESUS!” 

 

Fiddlehead lept back, rounding on a strange, blue-haired, cat girl who had gotten way too close. He looked her up and down, and slowly lowered his vegetal arm. 

 

“... I was going to ask if you needed a little help, but you might need therapy more than firepower at this point if you can’t tell me from those t.v. creatures running around.”

 

Rolling his eyes, Fiddlehead huffed, watching as Posi made her getaway once again. 

 

“I mean, I’m not going to argue about the therapy, but there are more pressing issues… Like giant, fuck-all, snake-thing.” 

 

“I mean, are you sure that your opinion of the giant, fuck-all, snake-thing isn’t related to your childhood?” 

 

The pink-haired vigilante’s red gaze slowly met the cat-girl’s white one as he gave her the most rancid stink-eye he can muster, only for her to smile and stick her tongue out at him. 

 

“... … Gurl, you are gonna get on my last nerve,” he snerked, the edges of his mouth quirking as he tried not to roll his eyes too hard.  

 

“And this is what I call a breakthrough. We can schedule your next session after defeating the snake.” 

 

“I am not paying you.” 

 

“I didn’t ask you to!” she shot back, giggling as she tip-tapped her way over, holding out her hand. 

 

“I’m Ciela.” 

 

He reached out and clasped her hand with his more human-like appendage, with a terse, but amused, “Fiddlehead.”

 

She paused, ears flicking as she processed the information. 

 

“... Wow, your parents must’ve hated you.” 

 

“It’s a pseudonym.” 

 

“Ohhh… Well, okay Fiddles! Let’s go take on your childhood trauma!”

“You mean the big, fuck-all, snake-thing?” 

 

“That too!” she cheered, grabbing Gabi’s hand and trotting off, partially dragging the confused man behind her, chattering about her plans to combine their powers for maximum effect. 

 

Yeah… Still not feeling particularly super… But at least he felt a bit better.