You’re a supervillain with a loving family.
You finally take a few days off from work to have some fun with your spouse and kids, but when you encounter your superhero nemesis during a family trip to the park they (the hero) insist, that you continue your fight from the days before.
They’re not aware that you have loved ones who know of and accept your… unusual occupation.
How do you resolve the situation without having to fight or exposing your loved ones to the kind of hero who’d do “anything to ensure justice”, even if it meant using people as leverage against you?
You say the ghost’s name three times in the mirror. The lights go out. A terrible face appears in the glass. It looks at you. It smiles, shocked. “Oh my god! Hey! I haven’t seen you since high school! How’s it going?”
You work at a hospital. One day, a space alien limps in, injured.
You’re stranded on a deserted island. You explore the island and find a peculiar tree. But this isn’t just any tree. It is the tree of knowledge. Sitting below it is God in a Hawaiian shirt… sipping a glass of scotch. Turns out, you’ve found the Garden of Eden.
You and your friends download an app that tells you how old you will be when you meet your soulmate. Theirs say things like 25 or 30, but yours says 500. You all have a laugh, brush it off, and it becomes a memory. 10 years later, you notice you haven’t aged at all.
Every night, you have the same dream. Today, you have the feeling that it might come true–and you don’t know if that’s good or bad.
“Okay, but you know this is a trap, right? Because this definitely feels like a trap to me.”
“Satan take the wheel I need to shoot these unicorns!”
The skeleton war is an annual thing that has shocked no one for a long time. But this time the skeletons are back with ghosts, demons, and other nightmarish creatures. Behold there is no more skeleton war. There is only the Supernatural war
You were given exactly one wish. You, being a fairly lonely person, wished that people would like you. You got your wish, but there was a catch.
Everyone likes you, but no one will ever love you.