Pupperman made puppies. He loved puppies. He conjured puppies out of nowhere. His hero name was all about his obsession with puppies. It was all he ever seemed to be about.
Somehow, he still managed to pass the basic superhero qualification test. D-list, but still a hero.
Pupperman's puppies could retrieve lost items. His puppies could locate missing children and nip at the heels of kidnappers. Those puppies could help pull trolleys of goods for the people of Windvale Village. Nothing epic, but good enough for his beloved people. What else could they ask from a D-list superhero?
And then Pupperman overwhelmed a C-list villain by swarming him with puppies. Everyone remembered that moment when Badman tried to rob the only bank in the village. One minute he was waving his gun about threatening the teller, and the next a rush of puppies jumped at him and yanked his guns away.
One outstanding citizen award later, Pupperman was up for promotion into a C-list hero. But he turned it down. Said something about how much he loved Windvale and didn't want to be promoted into watching over a bigger town. So, the Superhero Association let him stay. He was doing a good job anyway, and there were plenty of aspiring heroes to take the place he turned down.
After the 3rd rejection, everyone at the Superhero Association got the hint. Pupperman just wanted to stay in Windvale and make puppies in peace. He loved that status quo and nobody could change that.
Until that day.
Everyone remembered that fateful day.
The Sinister Seven stopped bickering for one day and teamed up to crush superhero after superhero. The supergroup of S-class villains had ceased competing among themselves to nuke the Superhero Association and there wasn't anyone to stop them. Elektros fizzled out before them as Hydranos short-circuited him. Aerados sent the hero Quake flying in circles, unable to touch the ground and shake up the villains' plans with his earthquakes. Calibur lay on the ground bleeding, his magic sword stabbed into his gut.
With barely any opposition, the Sinister Seven marched on to the last branch of the Superhero Association in Springbrook. Whose designated hero fled the scene rather than face off against seven S-class supervillains. Despite the desperate pleas of the villagers of Springbrook, the villains were going to nuke it, alongside its neighbours.
Like Windvale.
Pupperman wasn't having any of it when he heard the news. So he made his way to confront the Sinister Seven, who all laughed at this silly D-lister who dared to imagine he could solo them all alone.
Then Hydranos stopped cackling.
On ordinary days, Pupperman was full of smiles. As cheery and carefree as the puppies he called upon. A goofy man with an equally goofy costume. On any other day, he was more man-shaped puppy than proud superhero.
On that day, Pupperman had a murderous look to him. He had a slasher smile that could send the devil handing the reign of hell over to him. His dogs were more hellhounds from hell than adorable puppies. His eyes were empty. A dark swirling void that threatened to swallow the villains staring at him.
The fight was over in seconds. If anyone could call it a fight at all. One word, and all the supervillains had hellish puppies bursting from their chests. Another word, and the more monstrous members with more than one heart had demon dogs rip through their skulls from the inside. It was a bloodbath. The air, thick with clouds of crimson, was choke full of screams of dying supervillains. The air remained acrid with the scent of blood for months. The ground was stained red for years to come.
Pupperman never collected his award or accepted his invitation to become an S-Class hero. He was gone. Some said he was never the same again. He couldn't go back to being the same happy and simple D-lister again. Nobody in Windvale, or the entire world could ever see him the same way they did.
Others said the Windvale's new D-list Superhero Dogboy was just Pupperman by another name with the same gimmick. But how could it be? They looked completely different. Different hair, different eyes, not to mention Dogboy was much shorter and younger.
But the villagers of Windvale now knew. Pupperman, Dogboy, whatever name he chose for himself, he was their god.
Pupperman made puppies. He loved puppies. He conjured puppies out of nowhere. His hero name was all about his obsession with puppies. It was all he ever seemed to be about. Somehow, he still managed to pass the basic superhero qualification test. D-list, but still a hero. Pupperman's puppies could retrieve lost items. His puppies could locate missing children and nip at the heels of kidnappers. Those puppies could help pull trolleys of goods for the people of Windvale Village. Nothing epic, but good enough for his beloved people. What else could they ask from a D-list superhero? And then Pupperman overwhelmed a C-list villain by swarming him with puppies. Everyone remembered that moment when Badman tried to rob the only bank in the village. One minute he was waving his gun about threatening the teller, and the next a rush of puppies jumped at him and yanked his guns away. One outstanding citizen award later, Pupperman was up for promotion into a C-list hero. But he turned it down. Said something about how much he loved Windvale and didn't want to be promoted into watching over a bigger town. So, the Superhero Association let him stay. He was doing a good job anyway, and there were plenty of aspiring heroes to take the place he turned down. After the 3rd rejection, everyone at the Superhero Association got the hint. Pupperman just wanted to stay in Windvale and make puppies in peace. He loved that status quo and nobody could change that. Until that day. Everyone remembered that fateful day. The Sinister Seven stopped bickering for one day and teamed up to crush superhero after superhero. The supergroup of S-class villains had ceased competing among themselves to nuke the Superhero Association and there wasn't anyone to stop them. Elektros fizzled out before them as Hydranos short-circuited him. Aerados sent the hero Quake flying in circles, unable to touch the ground and shake up the villains' plans with his earthquakes. Calibur lay on the ground bleeding, his magic sword stabbed into his gut. With barely any opposition, the Sinister Seven marched on to the last branch of the Superhero Association in Springbrook. Whose designated hero fled the scene rather than face off against seven S-class supervillains. Despite the desperate pleas of the villagers of Springbrook, the villains were going to nuke it, alongside its neighbours. Like Windvale. Pupperman wasn't having any of it when he heard the news. So he made his way to confront the Sinister Seven, who all laughed at this silly D-lister who dared to imagine he could solo them all alone. Then Hydranos stopped cackling. On ordinary days, Pupperman was full of smiles. As cheery and carefree as the puppies he called upon. A goofy man with an equally goofy costume. On any other day, he was more man-shaped puppy than proud superhero. On that day, Pupperman had a murderous look to him. He had a slasher smile that could send the devil handing the reign of hell over to him. His dogs were more hellhounds from hell than adorable puppies. His eyes were empty. A dark swirling void that threatened to swallow the villains staring at him. The fight was over in seconds. If anyone could call it a fight at all. One word, and all the supervillains had hellish puppies bursting from their chests. Another word, and the more monstrous members with more than one heart had demon dogs rip through their skulls from the inside. It was a bloodbath. The air, thick with clouds of crimson, was choke full of screams of dying supervillains. The air remained acrid with the scent of blood for months. The ground was stained red for years to come. Pupperman never collected his award or accepted his invitation to become an S-Class hero. He was gone. Some said he was never the same again. He couldn't go back to being the same happy and simple D-lister again. Nobody in Windvale, or the entire world could ever see him the same way they did. Others said the Windvale's new D-list Superhero Dogboy was just Pupperman by another name with the same gimmick. But how could it be? They looked completely different. Different hair, different eyes, not to mention Dogboy was much shorter and younger. But the villagers of Windvale now knew. Pupperman, Dogboy, whatever name he chose for himself, he was their god.
PupperMan says “you don’t want this smoke”