Legendary_Sidekick's Character Info

Meet Lily LaViolette, a college freshman who learned the hard way that Science is not her forte.

But in the superhero world, she’s broken the glass floor! Small Fry is an incredible shrinking woman who could set your heart on fire —with a flaming uppercut!

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Lily LaViolette is from another time. Born in 1951, a college girl in 1969. There was a crash. A space peridot crashed into her dorm. The girls’ dorm burned. Everyone got out except Lily…

After the fire was finally out, the chunk of iron and peridot stone was found where Lily’s pillow would have been. It’s likely she was hit on the head, her skull crushed. It seemed her bones and clothes were burned to ash…

Until a few weeks passed. There was a break-in at the museum! A display case was shattered, and in the case was a wax figure of Sacajawea, still intact but clad only in her boots.

Lily was later found on the street, wearing Sacajawea’s outfit. It was October 1969, but not quite Halloween yet. It was close enough that the police could ask the girl about being too old for Trick or Treating. She found their joke less funny when they put her in a holding cell.

Her parents arrived within the hour, without a lawyer. Only Sacajawea’s outfit was in the cell.

For the next couple months, Lily survived by flying through microorganisms larger than herself. She cooked them from within and the energy she absorbed sufficed as a meal. By Christmas, she had the courage to grow back again—to a one-inch-tall fairy, at first.

She flew to her parents’ house. Once inside, she flitted to a knitted blanket on the sofa, grew to 4’11", and covered up.

The reunion was tearful, and after being teased by the police she was sen alive, it took a few minutes to accept that the corpseless funeral was all a misunderstanding.

But how could Lily ever lead a normal life? Maybe it was for the best she was thought dead. The LaViolette’s enjoyed Christmas as just the three of them. A week of intermittent size-shifts, eventually dressing up in a Barbie outfit.

Mrs. LaViolette held her eleven-inch-tall daughter on her lap as they counted down the end of the decade.

Ten inches. Nine. Eight. By the stroke of midnight, all that remained in the mother’s lap was an empty Barbie Talking PJ dress.

Nearly a decade after Lily’s disappearance, the little lady resurfaced! She recalled the countdown, how thinking numbers caused her to dwindle away! And soon she had another thought—that cute little New ’N Groovy PJ outfit! Pink and orange light swirled about her foot-tall body!

I love this outfit, and the little shoes, too!

She could only wear it as long as she remained the size of a Barbie doll. The will to remain clothed helped her stabilize her size. Self-preservation compelled her to shrink beyond human perception whenever footfalls drew near.

Lily eventually learned to wear other outfits, and she learned to project energy—heat and light! I can even blast rocket fire through my little shoes… I can fly!

And she didn’t have to fly far before she found a cat stuck in a tree. "Meow," said the helpless creature.

Lily hovered near and asked, "What’s wrong, pussycat?"

"Myow?"

"Oh!" a little girl exclaimed as she looked up at the tiny woman talking to her cat. "Barbie, thank goodness you’re here! Can you get my kitty outta the tree?"

Lily replied, "Why, certainly, little girl!"

She wasn’t sure how she would. Similarly, the cat hadn’t quite thought through how he would eat the tiny woman hovering just out of claws reach.

"MRRRYOWW!!" The cat leapt!

Lily zipped outta the way! "AAAH, FUCKIN’ CAT!!" The cat plummeted toward the sidewalk below! "LAND ON YOUR FEET, FUCKIN’ CAT!"

It wasn’t feet the cat landed on, but arms! He landed in the arms of—

"SWOOPER MAN," the little girl bellowed with glee. "YAY!"

Swooper Man landed beside the grateful child and handed her her cat.

"Leash laws only apply to dogs, Mr. Whiskers. But if you keep getting into trouble, I might have no choice but to write a letter to my State Representative. Huh, hwa, heh, ha haw."

"I don’t get it," said the little girl.

"It’s a grown-up joke. You’re lucky you don’t get it." Swooper Man laughed at his joke again and flew away.

Lily said to the girl, "All’s well that ends well."

"Aw, go back to your Dream House, Potty-Mouth Barbie." She walked away holding her cat. The cat peeked up over her shoulder and licked his lips.

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WEEKS LATER…

Lily sat on a rooftop taking little nibbles out of a hamburger a kid didn’t want anymore. And this was the day staking out the First National Bank finally paid off.

B-BR-BRING-NG-G!!!

The alarm! Finally!

Small Fry stood in the path of the getaway car. She watched coolly as the masked men in striped shirts ran outta the bank carrying white bags with magic-markered dollar signs on ’em.

"Ya picked the wrong time to rob the bank, Cliché Brothers. You interrupted my lunch break."

One whipped out a gun. He shot and missed.

"The fuck kinda hero chick’re you, small fry?"

Lily grinned. "The kind that shoots back!" She hurled fireballs at both brothers. The dollar-sign-bags burst into flames.

"FUCK!" "WHY’S IT HOT?!" "AHH MY FACE!" "KILL HER, JOE!"

The men ran around waving their arms in pain as fire spread from their hands to their elbows.

"Who’s Joe?" Lily wondered.

"I am!" shouted the man in the getaway car. He stomped on the gas! VROOOM!!

Lily screeched and threw a rainbow at the driver as she rocketed up, up and away!

The driver panicked! "THERE’S TOO MANY COLORS! I CAN’T—AAAH!!" The getaway car crashed into a telephone pole, and the driver—who wasn’t wearing his seatbelt—was thrown through the windshield! He continued to scream as he lay on the pavement, making a futile effort to pluck glass from his face with two fractured arms.

A bank security guard sprayed the Cliché Brothers with a fire extinguisher.

Lily gave him a thumbs up.

The guard slowly shook his head.

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THE FOLLOWING MONTH…

Small Fry zipped past the protesting receptionist at the Fab Four’s Headquarters.

"Hey you guys!" she shouted out to the three heroes at the super meeting table, "I heard Invisigal disappeared!"

But before she could offer to help, a woman’s voice from an empty chair replied, "Of course I did. That’s why they call me Invisigal."

"Oh. But I thought…"

"Why don’t you mind your own business?" Swooper Man asked.

"Yeah, seriously," The Bronze Busdriver chimed in, "piss off."

Silent But Deadly just looked at the tiny super wannabe without saying a word.

"At a picometer tall, electrons are like fireflies to me. They’re 2.8 femtometers in diameter. Which means the time I landed on the surface of a nucleus, I was well into the attometric scale… but only once, just to test my limits. It came at a" cost…

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Small Fry shrunk outta sight one day and stayed gone for decades. The rejections were more than she could bear, and once her parents passed, she felt so alone that she wanted her own planet to cry on.

But at the subfermian scale, tears were impossible to produce. Lily’s lidless eyes could only marvel at the strange microverse—for she was standing on a nucleus as if it were a planet! Electron suns whizzed about her world! Neighboring nuclei planets and zillions of electron stars danced about her sky!

Lily wanted to stay like this until she grew hungry… but she never did. She was transitioning to become a single point of light…

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"I associate certain sizes with, y’know, Barbie, Tinkerbelle, those Fantasia fairies?"

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Small Fry thought of those fairies from Fantasia. And she grew to the size of a dew drop, her lithe, winged body bathed in vivid light—hues of fuchsia, chartreuse, ultraviolet, infrared!

She grew taller, wearing a shred of solidified light as a backless mini.

Then she dared to grow mere inches shy of her original human-size. A rainbow swirled around her nude form—Lily knew the trick to covering up: she recalled the sundress she wore that day, before the space peridot changed her forever!


Lily didn’t know what to make of the crowded city street, the people with colored hair, a man with polished nails and another in a dress… but the strangest sight of all was the rectangles held by almost everyone.

And somehow she knew, the rectangles were all pointed at her.

Lily slowly raised her hands. "Please don’t shoot."

Some people reluctantly put their rectangles away, upon realization they were filming without consent. Others followed along. Others didn’t. They just kept pointing their rectangles.

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NOW-ISH…

Jimmy eventually filled Lily in on what the 2020’s were like. He left out a few details that, upon discovery, seemed important to Lily.

But she’s getting by in this era in which you’re apparently expected to have a phone on you at all times.

What helps, more than anything, is her teammates. A misfit can only fin in with other misfits, and someday, they’ll be way more fabulous than the Fab Four ever were!

And even if they never really get that great at heroing, at the moment, Lily would rather live on Earth than on a nucleus…!