Sparks. Metal grinding. One incredibly handsome and rad dude. These were the calling cards of the world's greatest superhero, the Skidocious Broseph. At least, they would be, for now he was just chilling in the skate park on his lonesome, listening to some Green Day on his MP3 Player. He couldn't believe it, him, going to Comet Trail, pretty much an ordinary kid apart from a power no one could see. He had to do his best to impress the next morning, so he went back into the rink. Practicing his skating skills was critical for leaving a good impression. He did a few of his signature tricks, but slammed his face into a railing, losing a couple of teeth. The world temporarily took a sepia tone, and time seemed to stop.
"You may wonder how I got into this situation. Well, no you don't, you literally just saw what happened and how it happened. You'd be stupid if you didn't realize what just happened, I lost a ton of teeth! Let's just..."
An eraser just... removed everything for a second, then wrote it back just as it was, but ten seconds ago. Conveniently, Cornelius didn't take the spill he would've before, and instead bounced off the rail with his arm board, basically a skateboard with a metal plate covering the bottom of the board. He landed safe and sound, and wiped his brow. Deciding that enough was enough, he skated his way out of the park, heading back home. All he hoped is that his stuff wouldn't be contraband... that would ruin his day... okay more than his day.
