As I sprinted through the streets, my pulse pounded in my ears and my breath came in short, ragged gasps. I was driven by a sense of urgency and fear, fueled by the cryptic text message that had summoned me to Warehouse 145. 

My phone vibrated again, and I frantically pulled my phone from my pocket as I ran, my fingers trembling with excitement and anxiety. The message was brief and enigmatic, simply stating "I have to go." 

I struggled to make sense of the cryptic words as I dodged pedestrians and careened around corners, my mind racing with possibilities. Was the sender backing out? Had they changed their mind about needing me? 

Despite my confusion, I didn't let it slow me down. I was determined to find out what was going on, and my superhuman speed helped me cover the ground quickly. 

As I neared the warehouse, my fear began to give way to curiosity. The towering, dilapidated building loomed before me, its rusted exterior partially painted a sickly yellow hue. Despite my nerves, I was drawn to the mystery of the situation, and I knew that I had to find out what was happening inside. Yes, I was in an urgent need of therapist again. 

As I approached the entrance, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. An old, weathered sign hung above the door, its paint peeling and faded, and a bright yellow arrow pointed towards a side entrance. I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering above the doorknob as I debated whether to go inside. But my curiosity ultimately won out, and I pushed the door open. 

The sight that greeted me was nothing short of surreal. A man in a flashy, colorful superhero costume stood before me, his rotund figure barely contained by the tight fabric. His costume was a garish blend of red, yellow, and blue, with glittering silver accents and a shiny silver belt.

The sight that greeted me was nothing short of surreal. A man in a flashy, colorful superhero costume stood before me, his rotund figure barely contained by the tight fabric. His costume was a garish blend of red, yellow, and blue, with glittering silver accents and a shiny silver belt. 

I couldn't help but stare in amazement at the strange figure before me. Was this man a real superhero, or just a delusional fanatic? I had no idea what to expect as I stepped tentatively into the warehouse. 

The man started laughing and cast a lewd glance at my buttocks, causing me to blush with embarrassment. "Sorry to scare you," he chuckled. "I had to leave in a hurry and only had twenty minutes. Come on, walk with me. I'm Dimensor, leader of the local heroes." 

I looked at him with confusion and discomfort, feeling increasingly uneasy about this strange man and his inappropriate behavior. As he ogled my cleavage, I began to regret coming to the warehouse at all. 

Feeling overwhelmed and anxious, I spun on my heel and fled as fast as I could. "Merde, merde, merde!" I muttered to myself as I ran, my mind racing with regrets. I could hear the man calling after me, but I didn't stop. 

But just as I was about to escape back onto the streets, the man appeared in front of me with a loud pop, teleporting out of nowhere. "I'm sorry for my behavior," he said, looking contrite. I only nodded, ready to turn and run again, but then he spoke up. "You have these powers because of me. Please, let me explain." 

That stopped me in my tracks, and I hesitated as I considered his words. I bit my lip, torn between my desire to escape and my curiosity about my powers. Finally, I decided to hear him out, and I waited for him to continue. 

Dimensor shook his head and sighed, looking remorseful. "I know this all sounds crazy, but let me explain," he said. "We found a mutated squirrel on a raid of a supervillain's hideout, and I suspected it had the ability to turn someone into a superhero. So, I looked for the most attractive student at Millstone and released the squirrel near them. And, well, here you are." 

I gaped at him in shock as he spoke, struggling to process his words. "Are you saying that you intentionally turned me into a superhero?" I asked, my voice trembling with outrage. 

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I figured it was worth a shot. And let's be honest, you're not exactly hard on the eyes," he said, casting another lecherous glance at my buttocks. 

I felt a surge of anger and disgust wash over me. How could this man have acted so selfishly and irresponsibly, using me as a guinea pig to create a new superhero? I couldn't believe that I had been manipulated and used in such a thoughtless manner. 

"I can't believe this," I said, shaking my head in disbelief. "I'm not some kind of lab experiment. I have my own life and my own problems, and I don't want to be a superhero. I just want to go back to my normal life." 

Dimensor listened to my concerns, but then he stopped me and grinned. "I understand where you're coming from," he said. "But let me tell you, being a superhero isn't all bad. We don't do it for free, you know. Our last job netted me 10k. That's right, one job, ten thousand dollars." 

My eyes widened in surprise. I had never imagined that being a superhero could be so lucrative. But even as I considered all the things I could do with that kind of money; I wasn't sure if it was enough to convince me. 

"Your powers are dangerous, kid," Dimensor said, his voice grave. "If you don't learn to control them, you could end up killing yourself. You have a death timer on you, you need me to survive. But don't worry," he said, seeing the fear in my eyes. "If you work for me, I'll make sure you survive. I'll teach you everything you need to know about controlling your powers and using them to your advantage. You just have to trust me." 

I hesitated for a moment, feeling torn. On the one hand, the idea of learning to control my powers and using them to help others was exciting. Dimensor somehow knew my name, so he did a background check. Maybe he knew Lenna? And maybe I could get him to help her. But on the other hand, the thought of putting my life in Dimensor's hands was a bit... Intimidating. 

"Alright, sleezy man," I said, my voice firm. "I agree to join your team of heroes, but only if you help me find my roommate Lenna's brother. He's been missing for a while, and I know she's worried sick about him. Yeah, and save my life, I guess." 

Dimensor raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my sudden change of heart. "Well, well," he said, a sly smile crossing his face. "I knew you'd come around eventually. I'll see what I can do to help you find Lenna's brother. But I must warn you, it won't be easy. I happen to know who he is, and let's just say he's not exactly a hero." 

I frowned, my resolve faltering. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Is he really a villain?" 

Dimensor nodded. "Afraid so," he said. "But don't worry, if you work with us for a while, I'll see what I can do to help you. It's a tricky situation, but I'll do my best to help you get some answers." 

I wasn't particularly thrilled about the situation, especially given Dimensor's tendency to leer at my buttocks, but I knew that I had to go along with it. So, I nodded and asked Dimensor what I should do next. 

Dimensor was clearly pleased by my agreement, and he gave me a broad grin. "Great, glad to have you on board," he said. "First things first, we need to go to our HQ. It's where we keep all our gear and where we plan our missions. You'll love it, I promise." 

I raised my eyebrows. "What's the name of your superhero group?" I asked. "I don't think you mentioned it before." 

Dimensor blushed and looked a bit flustered. "Uh, well, it's kind of a long story," he said, avoiding my gaze. "But, uh, we go by RN. It stands for, uh, random names. Yeah, that's it. Random names." 

I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Random names?" I repeated, shaking my head in disbelief. "That's the best you could come up with?" 

Dimensor looked a bit sheepish. "Well, it was a last-minute thing," he said. "We needed a name, and that's what she came up with. I mean, uh, super-villain named us, and it just sticks. But hey, it works, right?" 

I wasn't convinced, but I decided to let it go. I followed Dimensor to the HQ, trying to ignore the nagging feeling that I was getting in over my head. I’ll let the future therapist figure it out. 

As we strolled down the busy sidewalk, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious walking alongside Dimensor, who was clad in his flashy superhero costume. His bold appearance drew curious stares from passing pedestrians, causing me to feel a bit embarrassed by association. 

I decided to break the ice by inquiring about his costume. "So, um, do you always dress like this?" I asked, trying to make small talk. 

Dimensor shrugged nonchalantly. "It's just part of the job," he replied. "We have to make a statement, you know? Show the world that we're not afraid to stand out and be different." 

Although I didn't necessarily agree with his perspective, I chose not to engage in a debate. My main focus at the moment was finding about the supposed death timer, and I didn't want to get sidetracked. 

After a while, Dimensor suggested that it would be more efficient to travel by car, offering to drive his vehicle, which he referred to as the "Dimencar." Despite the cheesy name, I couldn't deny that it would save us time. With a press of a button on his belt, Dimensor summoned the car. 

I couldn't help but gasp in surprise as a bright blue Prius suddenly appeared in front of me, its sleek exterior adorned with a bold red line running down the middle. It was like any other car, except for the fact that it seemed to have materialized out of thin air. 

Dimensor waved his hand nonchalantly and hopped into the driver's seat of the Dimencar. As people on the street gaped and snapped pictures of us, I hesitantly climbed into the passenger seat, feeling a mixture of curiosity and unease. 

Dimensor fastened his seatbelt before turning to me with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "The damn car will beep if you don't put yours on," he said sternly. "Safety first, right?" 

Rolling my eyes, I grudgingly buckled up, still trying to wrap my head around this bizarre situation. "Okay, okay," I said, my voice laced with frustration. "I'm buckled up. Can we go now?" 

Dimensor grinned at me, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Prepare for the superspeed!" he exclaimed. 

I braced myself, wondering what kind of speed I was in for. But as it turned out, Dimensor's idea of "superspeed" was a measly twenty miles per hour. Someone honked at us from behind and then zoomed past, leaving Dimensor and I in the dust. 

Dimensor looked a bit sheepish as he slowed down. "Well, I have to be careful," he said with disappointment. 

Despite my initial fear of the death timer, I found myself disappointed as well. Here I was, a normal person riding in a normal car with a man in a silly costume, and it was all a bit underwhelming.

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