A Supe's powers first emerge when they're kids,
still living with their parents.
But what happens when those parents discover
their kids didn't get the big-ticket powers,
like flight or laser eyes?
They dump 'em here,
a shit home for kids with shit powers.
Exhibit A, Mo-Slo.
Probably piss his pants before he ever reaches the bathroom.
Then there's Boombox.
- He's got a speaker for a face,
but all he can play is "Only Wanna Be with You"
by Hootie & the Blowfish.
- That's Fang, with teeth
- that can cut through almost anything.
- Oy! - And that's Kingdom.
He can turn into any animal.
But he transforms body and mind.
- At least he seems happy as fuck.
That Mexican flag-colored liquid in the kiddie pool?
That's Aqua Agua.
But he can't turn into a tidal wave or anything cool.
He just sits there,
'cause he's fuckin' water.
That's Big.
He's just really big.
His best friend is Human Tongue.
She's 100% muscle
with no bones.
Picante Balls.
He can melt anything with his testicles.
Ranch Dressing Cum Squirter.
That one's self-explanatory.
Boobie Face.
Then there's Ghost.
Sure, she can walk through walls,
but she can't touch anything
or be touched.
Or eat food.
Not that she needs to,
except she still gets hungry.
Ghost! Ghost! Get in here!
- Check this out. - ...files detail how superheroes
aren't born-- they're made.
With this. Compound V is
a controversial new product made by Vought...
- They said we'd be rich with a superhero kid.
- Not this... freak.
We just want our lives back, okay?
- I'm hungry. - There!
Do you see what we have to deal with?
The two of you are more than capable of raising this child.
It's not our job to take care of Vought's mistakes, okay?
It's yours.
We're leaving you here. This was a mistake.
Let's get in the goddamn car
before she follows us home.
That's Flashback.
He can, well, you know...
So Supes are... manmade?
We were injected as babies.
Oh, my God.
Our parents chose to do this to us.
Bet they thought they'd get rich
having famous superhero kids.
But instead they got us.
Think of how cold these people must be
to abandon their own flesh and blood
just because we were an inconvenience.
Well, what goes around comes around, cocksuckers.
It's time for a family fucking reunion!
These kids had been underestimated
their entire lives,
and now it was finally going to pay off.
- No, I don't know where they went. - Some of us stayed behind,
not wanting to get wrapped up in the quest for vengeance.
That's right. I'm the one talking.
I'm a Supe, too, and my power is
I always tell people what's going on.
I'm the Narrator.
I contemplated that as Barb,
- the head nurse, entered the foyer. - Of course I called Vought.
As Barb wheeled her favorite patient away,
she thought about how butch and beefy he looked
and what it would be like to suck on his huge...
Oh, come on, Paul.
You know, I could've had a normal life
without dangly tits for a face.
Do you know how much time I've spent eating dog shit
as a dog?!
Yeah, right?
But it's been years.
How do we find our parents?
We go see Denis Fletcher,
director of Vought parental protection.
Let's go get his ass.
I don't know what you want me to say.
Compound V is... unpredictable.
Some kids end up able to fly,
and others, like yours,
shit poison.
But, yes, we'll take the kid and help you move.
You just can't, you know, talk about it.
Ever.
- Fuck my tits!
Kingdom, constrict him.
Shit. Someone get him.
Wow, you guys really suck, huh?
Ow! Ow! Okay!
What the fuck do you want?!
We want the files on our parents.
What? It's literally my only job not to do that.
Forget it! You'll never find those files.
You're up, Papers!
That's right. My name is Papers.
I-I wasn't introduced in the beginning,
but... 'cause they th... Maybe I'm not that important,
but I can locate any papers anywhere.
And I'm pretty good.
Showtime.
There are a lot of papers in this place though.
There are a lot of them.
I cannot... What is this,
a note to b... It's a... That's a grocery list.
Okay, I-I'm noticing I might have a bit of a weak spot
in understanding what's on what paper and...
- Found 'em! - Oh, you probably heard
the papers rattling inside there because of me.
- Whoo, all right, teamwork. We did it. I did it... - This is it.
Our parents' addresses.
Boombox, give me some violent montage music.
What? I thought we got rid of you!
- Oh, yeah.
- ♪ When I look at other girls... - What?
- Aw, shit. - Now!
- No. It can't be!
- ♪ I'll only pout at you...
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
- We had to get rid of you.
You were shitting all over the rugs!
- Oh, my rugs!
- My rugs!
Is this the right house?
It's the right house.
That's my mom.
She seems kind of nice.
Hey, uh, Flashback, can you show us
what this lady did to deserve this?
Jesus! Fuck!
Kill the bitch!
- Wha... Oh. Oh, oh, oh.
- ♪ I only wanna be with you...
Uh, what?
What? Son.
What-what are you doing here?
I'm...
- killing... - What?
You're doing...
- Killing me? - ...you...
Oh, you're-you're trying to... you're trying
- to strangle me. - Don't...
- make... - Oh. Oh. Okay.
Getting a little tighter. Oh. Oh. Ack.
- All right. There we go. Okay. Yeah. - ...fun of...
Now you're strangling me.
- Oh, boy. Well, this is really painful. - ...me...
- Oy. How much longer you reckon this is gonna take?
It takes as long as it takes.
Why did I ask you?
Oh, geez.
Okay. Okay!
- ♪ I only wanna be with you...
- ♪ In blue...
Yeah. Oh, that's good.
- Huh?
Shrimp girls, wait! Help me!
- Shrimp girls! Shrimp girls!
No, wait! No, no!
Carl! Open another box of pinot grigio!
Mommy's thirsty.
Huh?
Oh, it's you.
I told your mom once the truth about Compound V came out
we'd see you again.
What do you want?
What-what do I want?
I want to feel, but I can't.
I-I want to touch or-or eat or taste,
but I... I can't.
I even want to die!
But... I can't.
So, Dad...
instead, I want to kill the small bit of me that's in you.
What?
- Huh? - Papers.
You sick freaks. Get away from me!
- You fuckin' monsters. - Like...
- ...this...? - Come on! Come on!
- Yeah.
Just like this.
I did it.
Carl! Carl! Are you okay?
I called Vought and...
You monster!
I wish you were never born!
Love you, too, Mom.
Uh, don't worry.
I'll be back one day.
Homelander, once again...
Sure, Vought's shitty cover-up worked.
But thanks to Ghost, all the orphans knew the truth now.
And since she gave us the list of addresses,
how could the Narrator not pay his folks a friendly visit?
Paul, Paul, please! We-we only gave you Compound V
because we loved you!
We-we wanted... we wanted you to be special!
"But you weren't special enough to keep," his dad thought.
- No. No, no. - The Narrator wheeled over to his father
- and put a spoon to his chin. - No. Ow. Oh, no, no.
- He dug with the spoon...
...and scooped his dad's face off.
Then he put his dad's face on his own,
so that his face was his dad's face,
and looked in the mirror and said,
"I'm sorry for being selfish, son.
I love you."