“Flame On!” Johnny Storm, The Human Torch! Marvel-616 ComicVerse #BlueDude RP Parody Account
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“You know why we win?
Why the Fantastic Four always come out on top?
Because we trust each other!
So trust us!”
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Written by: #BlueDude
Current Arc: ...The Triumph will be Ours!”
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“Suppose it’s part of my charm.”
He chuckled and shrugged, stepping a bit closer.
“At least it’s not boring.”
“Yeah, he seems like a really chill guy. Heard he got married!”
He laughs a bit, before happily eating his marshmallow.
“Nice to be met! Though, I’m surprised ya found me, this little island is usually pretty well-hidden.”
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Lowkey, thankful he doesn’t have to be anywhere near any lasso of truth.
That’s a dangerous weapon to have, especially when there are things he doesn’t want to talk about.
Certain bottles should not be removed from their shelf.
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Y’all got any of them FF accounts that ya main?
That would be pretty swell.
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Johnny heard his phone ringing, as he hears their giggles and feels their bodies against his own as they beat the heat. He saw it was the Reader, answering.
“Yell-o, this is The Human Torch and his Amazing Friends speaking.”
“It was a whole adventure for the whole family!
Like I said, your cousin is a really swell guy, ya know.”
He cuts off the flame to his hand, before offering it to the blonde bruiser.
“My name’s Johnny Storm, the Human Torch.
Pleased to meet you, Supergirl.”
Johnny blushed, chuckling softly after setting down the drinks he was carrying.
“Yeah, well… when you’re one of the world’s greatest heroes, you pick up a few scars.”
He nods, sticking a few marshmallows on a skewer before speaking.
“Yes Ma’am.
We teamed up for a brief little adventure. Nothing like too crazy, but my nephew, Franklin, loved it.”
He smiles, before moving the skewer over the open flame.
“His cousin! Fun! Nice to meet you.”
“Johnny… what was the siren song?”
Reed asked him, and a sigh escaped him.
“It was all the things you wanted to be.
Then.
All the things you never wished for…
It was the delicious itch you go to scratch…
But find it’s under the skin and you can’t quite reach it.
So the Delicious itch becomes unbearable…
It told you what you most want, is what you most can’t have.
And what you most can’t have, is what you you already had…
And lost.”
Johnny looked ashamed, and melancholic, remembering how he burned and screamed as he heard it.
Johnny chuckled, handing her a skewer before opening the bag of Marshmallows, handing her a pretty big one.
“I’m gonna take a gander here, and throw me some rope… you’re Superman’s…. sister? Future daughter?
I worked with him once, real swell guy.”