"Bottom floor, please," said a dazed Mrs. Pickles as he climbed to his feet. "Did I win?" Mrs. Pickles looked back at the pile of crab meat which was topped by the elevator. "Nailed it. You're welcome," said Mrs. Pickles to himself with a mixture of sarcasm and exhaustion. He promptly threw up, and then removed his soda covered cape from his back and used it to stop a gash on his forearm from bleeding. He reached down and scooped up a four liter bottle of 7-Up, drank about a quarter of it, and then tossed it aside. "I'm [i]not[/i] cleaning this up," said Mrs. Pickles as he hobbled towards the nearest bar... that was, until he saw a dumbstruck seven year old staring at him.

"Ch-Chuck?"

"Clarence?"

Chuck, Clarence's younger brother, ran towards Mrs. Pickles and embraced him in a hug. 

"You didn't tell me you were a hero! And why are you covered in all this sticky stuff...? What's that metal thing?"

"Elevator... soda. It's a long story... look, Chuck..." Clarence got down on one knee to talk to Chuck, but his leg slid out from underneath of him as it landed in a puddle of his discarded 7-Up. Clarence got back up and spat some soda out of the side of his mouth. "Chuck, uh... I kind of became a hero. I was dru...uh... alright, it doesn't matter. But you have to promise not to tell anyone. Not Dave, not Cynthia, not even Carl. Got it?"

Chuck nodded, "but won't they find out anyways?" he asked. Clarence shook his head. "Nah, I'm just a C Ranked hero. In fact I'm the third lowest-" (interesting fact: according to the One Punch Man Wiki, there are 390 C Ranked heroes. Mrs. Pickles is #388 so... yeah.) "-C ranked hero. Virtually anonymous."

"What's that mean?"

"I'm basically not even there."

"So what's your hero name?"

"... Mrs. Pickles. After our old cat..."

Chuck giggled, but was then distracted by the scene in the background. "Hey, isn't that Ventus?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Hero trading card, with a hologram picture of Ventus, a brief description of him, and his hero name scrawled onto the top in big, flashing letters. He looked at the other heroes, and quickly ruffled through his book bag, and pulled out a binder filled with about three dozen hero trading cards and looking at the heroes. "Hmm... I don't know who that is... oh! I have her broomstick! The pumpkin witch's broomstick card. And Sunshine. I have three copies of him. Did you know they printed cards for his costumes too? I heard Mike at school has all of them. And the Violet Reaper! Mike has a [i]golden[/i] version of that one! Haha! He'd be so jealous!" Chuck gasped. "And Fast Forward! No way! I have his card too! That was my first one!"

Mrs. Pickles discarded the remnants of his tattered cape on the floor, leaving most of the P visible. A group of reporters was slowly approaching them, and Clarence didn't want to be there too long. Clarence also saw a few of his sibling inside of the crowd and cursed internally. "I'll tell you what. Go over, get an autograph or two while you wait for everyone else, and I'll go clean up. And remember... not a word of this to anyone! Shhh!"

"But Clarence! What's your power?"

Mrs. Pickles smirked, "having the greatest little siblings in the world."

"No, seriously, what is it."

"Alright, I don't actually have one but... you let me worry about that. I've got to go. Looking for a job, now that the gas station is gone. Tell everyone I'm okay."

Chuck nodded and ran towards [@Polaris North] Shindo, [@Melkor] Ventus and [@Animal] Sunshine to get their autographs on his cards. Clarence painfully relocated his shoulders and slumped into a bar just as it reopened. "Clarence! It's not Saturday yet! Drinking early?" 

"Drinking early but not enough. I want to be passed out and pissing myself by the end of the night..." Clarence reached into his pocket... and realized his wallet must have fallen out of his pocket in the elevator. He cursed and shook his head. "Sorry, I'm strapped for cash. I'm going to have to head home."

"Alright," said the bartender, "stay safe." Within the next thirty minutes, Clarence visited his house, the hidden whiskey cabinet, the bathroom, and, eventually, the middle of an empty sidewalk in S-City... or so he thought.

"PLAY!"

A drunken Clarence pushed himself up. What was this? Huh?

"Roger."

Huh?

"You're fixing that later."

Mrs. Pickles looked up, and saw the giant monster that was attacking K City. Erika, Ayu, and Razor were also present. Mrs. Pickles examined an empty bottle in his hands, perplexed, and then drunkenly hobbled towards the monster. 

"SHUT UP!" he shouted, "I'm trying to sleep!"

He then turned around and began looking for a crowded bar in the empty city.