[SNEAK PEEK] Perfect Fit

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Carmine's apartment gets blown open.

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**Perfect Fit

By Limewah

Commission for Carmine

18+**

Carmine enjoyed sleeping in on the weekends. That wasn't so common for him lately - for some reason, there was always some sort of fracas going on outside his apartment on the weekend. Maybe it'd be an explosion from an attempted robbery of the bank down the street, or some supervillain getting blown through the apartment just above his, or a city-wide alert siren due to some aliens from some bum-fuck far-off planet invading...

Usually this interruption would only happen once or twice a year, but now it was like his block was the agreed battlefield for every single super-powered hero and villain in the entire world.

He never could sleep past 10 because of that.

Eventually, he hoped, he would just be able to sleep through the next massive explosion or two, and get the lazy weekend he craved.

Today was not one of those days.

The huge red-furred dragon was roused by the sound of his living room wall getting blown in, and something impacting the wall on the other end.

"Wonderful," he groaned, not looking forward to finding out the damage; he'd probably have to stay in a hotel or something while the place got repaired, assuming his insurance would pay for it. It took him a while to pry his eyes open and drag himself out of bed; trying to pretend as if the damage wouldn't be real until he saw it first hand.

As soon as he left the bedroom, he started coughing. Disintegrated brick and atomised plasterboard was filling the room with a thick white dust that seemed to be intent on coating the inside of his throat. He waved a massive paw in front of his face, trying to waft away as much as he could, but the coughs continued for a while until he got a little more used to it. He should have grabbed a face mask from his room...

The slightly smouldering drag marks along the floor lead towards the other wall, where, sure enough, someone laid in a heap. Their impact against the wall had made a mini-crater, and the only hint that they were still breathing was a low groaning sound.

Carmine didn't recognize them, either, though their outfit screamed "superhero". At least it wasn't someone who was likely to take him hostage.

The suit was bright orange and shiny, with crimson gloves and boots, as well as a red diamond emblazoned between the collar-bones. It was capped off with a tight balaclava-like headpiece, orange with red circles around each eye.

"You okay?" Carmine said, his voice hoarse from the dry crap caking his throat.

"Nnnhngh." from the hint of brown snout that was pointing through, they looked to be a feline of some sort. They were quite small and sprightly, though the suit was... form-fitting to say the least. "Nnyeah, Just a s...sec... -no, I'll be fine, I just-nngh!"

The cat suddenly clutched his stomach and groaned.

"...Well, that's good," he said a moment later.

"Who're you talking to...?" Carmine said. Had he been concussed so badly that he'd invented an imaginary friend on the spot?

"Sorry, one sec," the cat said, holding up a finger towards the dragon. "Yeah... you sure? ...Cool. All right, I'll see you later, I guess...?"

"Okay, seriously, what the hell is going on?!"

"Wait, I...nnhn..."

The cat's eyes, opaque white, turned green for a moment. Two whirlpools of colour floated through his eyes as the head-piece of the suit pulled back. A mop of brown hair spilled out from underneath, as the suit simply unpeeled itself from around the woozy cat. His eyes slipped closed and he slumped back into his crater, falling into what looked to be a deep sleep.

The suit, however, was still moving, melting, and unpeeling itself from the cat's body before congealing into a formless, swirling mass of orange and red.

It didn't have eyes, but it was almost definitely looking at Carmine.

He glanced towards the doorway out of his apartment. Whatever this thing was, he did not want it anywhere near him...

Just before he started to run, the strange blob of jelly vibrated, and a little voice appeared in his head.

Wait!

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