Post by Kappa on Jun 2, 2023 5:12:23 GMT
(Seattle, 1998)
A 25 year old Blonde, dressed in a blue flannel with acid wash jeans, tinkers away in her garage as a blonde in a white trench coat with hair like Farrah Faucet sits on a stool. Her boots black, matching her gloves and belt.
"Y-Yeah, so-so basically we're a Latina Super Genius Version of this Bimbo called Frost. For some reason, when she's Mexican-American, I-I don't know why, she's often able to invent interdimensional travel."
"Cool." Emma Sanchez nods at the alternate version of herself. "Is Frost her first name or--"
"Last."
"And that's a normal surname?"
"For white people, I guess?"
"... We're pretty white."
"Chica, we ain't gringas! Tell that to our stomachs!"
Emma laughs.
"Got me there!" Emma shrugs her shoulders.
"Anyways, so once I give you this technology, you'll be the most powerful being in the universe. You can do whatever you want infinitely. You'll be the Ultimate Emma."
"Pass."
"What?"
"Pass."
"You pass?"
"Yep." Emma nods.
"Oye, what is wrong with you?! Emma Sanchez doesn't pass up on this offer!"
"Guess I'm a different kinda Emma Sanchez." Emma once again shrugs.
"We'll see about that." The Alternate Emma takes out her portal gun, a blue portal appears, she stares at herself, Emma's focus still on her project. A Stuffed Bear.
When the Alternate Emma leaves, the garage door opens.
"Honey, is everything okay???"
Emma looks up to see a pregnant redhead in a green maternity dress.
"Everything is fine, Sweetie."
"How's Rachel's bear coming along?"
"She'll be done as soon as she comes out." Emma assures.
Within seconds, the couple passionately kiss with hands interlocked.
"You don't have to work at my Mom's school." Jean points out. "You're so smart, you could get a job at a lab in New York, Emmy! If that's what you want--"
Emma places a finger on Jean's soft kissable lips. A softness almost as soft as Jean's plush rear. A rear that's just gotten bigger and bigger since the pregnancy!
"Babe, I don't want anything but you and our daughter." Emma assures.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course." Emma nods. "Being with you means everything to me. I wouldn't trade it for--"
A portal opens, a bomb is thrown, a fiery explosion happens in an instant!
Emma looks at her lover, her blue eyes locked with Jean's green, knowing her choice lead to this...
A bad ending.
***
( New York, 2023)
Charles Xavier sits in his wheelchair, starring at the relatively slim, middle aged blonde covered head to toe in red rose tattoos and piercings.
Her breasts rather large, a muffin top noticeable, with flabby arms and a light double chin, the 50 year old sips on a flask during what should be a job interview.
"So you're an alternate version of Emma Frost?"
"Yep, Emma Sanchez. We usually don't go into Frost Worlds. But I'm-I'm looking for a change of scenery." Emma belches.
"... Okay." Charles nods. "You appear to be more than qualified, though I am concerned about your drinking."
"It's fine." Emma assures.
"... It's 7 in the morning."
"Who-Who gives a shit?!" Emma continues to belch.
Charles scowls.
"Regardless, I have no interest turning down a familiar face... different as you may be."
"Thanks."
"Jean will show you around the school."
"... Jean?" Emma frowns.
Charles nods.
"Cool if, I dunno, anyone else does that?"
Charles shakes his head.
"It's part of her job. She is..."
-A Middle Aged woman and Vice Principal
-A Pregnant woman in her 20s and Charles' daughter
-something else
A 25 year old Blonde, dressed in a blue flannel with acid wash jeans, tinkers away in her garage as a blonde in a white trench coat with hair like Farrah Faucet sits on a stool. Her boots black, matching her gloves and belt.
"Y-Yeah, so-so basically we're a Latina Super Genius Version of this Bimbo called Frost. For some reason, when she's Mexican-American, I-I don't know why, she's often able to invent interdimensional travel."
"Cool." Emma Sanchez nods at the alternate version of herself. "Is Frost her first name or--"
"Last."
"And that's a normal surname?"
"For white people, I guess?"
"... We're pretty white."
"Chica, we ain't gringas! Tell that to our stomachs!"
Emma laughs.
"Got me there!" Emma shrugs her shoulders.
"Anyways, so once I give you this technology, you'll be the most powerful being in the universe. You can do whatever you want infinitely. You'll be the Ultimate Emma."
"Pass."
"What?"
"Pass."
"You pass?"
"Yep." Emma nods.
"Oye, what is wrong with you?! Emma Sanchez doesn't pass up on this offer!"
"Guess I'm a different kinda Emma Sanchez." Emma once again shrugs.
"We'll see about that." The Alternate Emma takes out her portal gun, a blue portal appears, she stares at herself, Emma's focus still on her project. A Stuffed Bear.
When the Alternate Emma leaves, the garage door opens.
"Honey, is everything okay???"
Emma looks up to see a pregnant redhead in a green maternity dress.
"Everything is fine, Sweetie."
"How's Rachel's bear coming along?"
"She'll be done as soon as she comes out." Emma assures.
Within seconds, the couple passionately kiss with hands interlocked.
"You don't have to work at my Mom's school." Jean points out. "You're so smart, you could get a job at a lab in New York, Emmy! If that's what you want--"
Emma places a finger on Jean's soft kissable lips. A softness almost as soft as Jean's plush rear. A rear that's just gotten bigger and bigger since the pregnancy!
"Babe, I don't want anything but you and our daughter." Emma assures.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course." Emma nods. "Being with you means everything to me. I wouldn't trade it for--"
A portal opens, a bomb is thrown, a fiery explosion happens in an instant!
Emma looks at her lover, her blue eyes locked with Jean's green, knowing her choice lead to this...
A bad ending.
***
( New York, 2023)
Charles Xavier sits in his wheelchair, starring at the relatively slim, middle aged blonde covered head to toe in red rose tattoos and piercings.
Her breasts rather large, a muffin top noticeable, with flabby arms and a light double chin, the 50 year old sips on a flask during what should be a job interview.
"So you're an alternate version of Emma Frost?"
"Yep, Emma Sanchez. We usually don't go into Frost Worlds. But I'm-I'm looking for a change of scenery." Emma belches.
"... Okay." Charles nods. "You appear to be more than qualified, though I am concerned about your drinking."
"It's fine." Emma assures.
"... It's 7 in the morning."
"Who-Who gives a shit?!" Emma continues to belch.
Charles scowls.
"Regardless, I have no interest turning down a familiar face... different as you may be."
"Thanks."
"Jean will show you around the school."
"... Jean?" Emma frowns.
Charles nods.
"Cool if, I dunno, anyone else does that?"
Charles shakes his head.
"It's part of her job. She is..."
-A Middle Aged woman and Vice Principal
-A Pregnant woman in her 20s and Charles' daughter
-something else