Soliloquy, 2

This is how it feels to be Gaseous Girl, again.

You set aside that you don’t exist anymore.

It’s a time thing, and you hate time things.

You set aside the fact that no one knows your name now.

They only laughed at it anyway.

There’s a behemoth alien monster on the loose in your city.

You’re the only one who can stop it.

As usual.

You might’ve had help.

There was Phil, who could morph into a refrigerator.

Weird power, but you’d be surprised how effective.

But Phil went bad. Refrigerator powers and volcanic temper don’t mix.

Funnily, you’re the one with the fire blasts.

But you didn’t smush an innocent-

Forget Phil.

Phil was bad.

There weren’t many others. Being a superhero doesn’t leave time to date.

You barely have time for your cat.

So here you go, saving the world again,

For the people who have dates.

They won’t thank you.

They won’t care.

You do it anyway.

And hey, why not? How bad could an alien behemoth monster be?

Oops.

For more adventures with Gaseous Girl, She Who Dealt It, go here. This story was written for Grammar Ghoul Press and their Mutant 750 prompt. Thanks for reading!