100-word BtVS / DC Drabble. All characters belong to their respective creators and are used without any intention of damaging copyright. This story may not be distributed on a profit-making basis. A sequel to the "First Contact" sequence of stories.
by Marcus L. Rowland
Superman collects gadgets, trophies and oddities that have come his way, like this machine police found in an abandoned LA warehouse.
It's like a crude Phantom Zone projector, except the settings are wrong. If it is, there could be prisoners trapped there.
He sets it up in a vault, weapons ready to stop anything dangerous that might emerge, and reverses the power.
Something man-shaped materializes beside the projector, screaming as flesh forms on bone, and collapses to the floor.
The stranger shakes his head. Blue spikes appear, vanish back into his flesh. He peers at Clark and says "Any chance of a drink?"
Here's the title icon I made for Twisting the Hellmouth last year that probably inspired this:
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