ROYAL REWARD: Supervillainy (Giantess)

Puncherella slammed her fists into the forcefield with a scream of frustration. “Nnngh! You won’t get away with this, Dr. Paperclip!” 

“Ohohoho!” On the other side of the force dome, Dr. Paperclip stroked her magnificent, if somewhat imaginary, mustache with an evil grin. “I’m sorry, Puncherella, but I’m afraid I already have!” With a maniacal laugh, she pulled the switch on the control panel beside her, and with a great whirring and a grinding, her evil laboratory’s machinery roared into life. 

Puncherella stared, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists. She didn’t know exactly what Dr. Paperclip’s evil plan was this time, but if it was anything like her previous evil plans, it was probably going to be pretty, well, evil.

With a schunk, a hatch in the floor opened between them, and from it rose a small pedestal, empty. Puncherella stared in confusion. 

At the same time, a similar hatch opened in the ceiling, and from it dropped a giant raygun, a comical, cartoon-looking thing, like something out of a cheap scifi flick. Puncherella flinched, expecting it to aim at her, but instead it came to a stop with its tip aimed at the empty stand. 

Dr. Paperclip chuckled maniacally. It was something she was really good at, actually–once, they’d been at a party together, and Paperclip had managed a maniacal snicker. Puncherella had almost dropped her drink. 

“There,” said the bad doctor, taking a step closer. “Everything is in place. Are you ready to begin, my dear Puncherella?” 

Puncherella slammed her fists into the forcefield again. “What is this?! What are you up to?” 

Dr. Paperclip gave a maniacal chortle (damn, she was good). “This, my dear Puncherella, is the Tiny World Summoninator Ray! With this, I can summon whooole worlds from the other end of the universe and deposit them here, on this very pedestal.” 

Puncherella blanched. “That’s terrible!” she said. “...It doesn’t look very tiny though.” 

“No, no, the worlds it summons are tiny.” 

“Oh, I see.” 

“Now,” continued the doctor, grabbing another of the many, many Frankensteinian switches that littered her laboratory. “Let us… begin!” She pulled it with a crack. 

The tip of the Summoninator crackled with evil electricity (you could tell it was evil because it was a sickly green), throwing wild arcs of the stuff this way and that as it slowly, slowly built up its charge and at last–

Ploink! 

Summoninated a tiny world right onto the empty pedestal. 

“It works! It works!” cried Dr. Paperclip, throwing back her head and laughing uproariously (also maniacally, of course). “Come, come, take a closer look, Puncherella. See just what kind of miracle my wonderful device has worked.”

After a moment of hesitation, Puncherella crept forward, approaching the edge of the forcefield and squinting through the barrier at the thing on the other side. Sure enough, it looks like a tiny Earth, complete with swirling white clouds, like cream in a cup of coffee. A beautiful blue marble… the size of a football. “It’s really real?” 

“Really,” said Dr. Paperclip. “If you were to examine it with a microscope, you could even see all of the tiny humans running around screaming. Oh, they’re probably so scared, seeing my gigantic face looming over them.” She laughed. 

“You fiend!” cried Puncherella. “Now what do you intend to do with them?” 

Dr. Paperclip stopped laughing. “...I hadn’t thought of that.” She scratched her chin in thought for a few seconds. “Oh, I know!” She rushed off-camera, and Puncherella heard the sound of clanging and crashing metal. 

Finally, the doctor returned. Holding a gigantic hammer. And as Puncherella watched in terror…

“Wait! Don’t–!” 

…smashed the tiny Earth into even tinier shards.

“Ahahahahahaha!” Dr. Paperclip’s maniacal laugh sounded more maniacal than ever. “Did you hear the sound it made? It was all like ‘kerack’ and ‘boom’ and then it made that sad little splatting sound as it hit the wall and… Oh, that was a lot of fun. Want to see me do it again?” 

“You killed them!” cried Puncherella. “You just killed all those people!”

“Er, yeah,” said Dr. Paperclip. “I am a villain. Now, let’s try another…” 

With a zap and a ploinck, a second little Earth appeared on the pedestal. Tossing her hammer aside, she rummaged in her toolbox and, after much searching, extracted a giant power drill. “Ooo, what about this…?” 

“W-wait!” Throwing herself against the forcefield, Puncherella pounded. “Please, you have to stop! You can’t do this!” 

“Why not?” said the Doctor, aiming the drill at the alternate Earth’s southern-hemisphere. “Hah, take this, tiny Brazil.” With a hideous whirr and a terrifying grinding of metal through rock, Paperclip forced the drillbit through the tiny Earth’s crust and deep, deep, deeper, deeper…

A glowing orange fluid (it took Puncherella a second to realize it was lava), spurted out from the drill hole. Soon, cracks of the stuff were spreading all over the tiny planet, scorching the surface a deep, ruined brown. Finally, the entire thing caught fire. 

“Huh,” said Dr. Paperclip, pulling the drill out. Lava poured out of the hole and pooled at her feet. “That’s one for the geologists.” 

Tossing the burnt up Earth into the trashcan, she pulled the switch and swiftly summoninated another. As it sat there on the pedestal, as innocent and as vulnerable as a baby in a blender, Puncherella fought to suppress her tears. “Stooop! Stop, please!”

“Now, what should I do with this Earth? Hmmm… Hmmmm… Ah-hah!” With a triumphant grin, Paperclip rummaged around on the nearby worktop and produced a beaker of glistening green acid. “I got this from the Xenomorph blood drive I did a few weeks back.” 

Popping the cork, she held the beaker over the North Pole of the tiny Earth and slowly tipped it. “Take this, Tiny Santa Claus! This’ll teach you to send me coal!” 

The first drop of acid struck the tiny Earth with a flash and a sizzle, turning the entire Tiny North Pole the color of coal. With a smug laugh (again, maniacal), Paperclip tipped the entire beaker, making the Tiny Earth fizzle and hiss as its entire surface turned to the same black crust. 

Puncherella struck the floor and lay there weeping. “Please! Please, I surrender! I’ll tell you everything you want to know! Please, just stop…?” 

Dr. Paperclip looked at her in confusion. “Huh? I don’t need you to tell me anything. Now, what should I do with the next one, I wonder? Would the chainsaw be enough? Or maybe I should flush it down the toilet…”