The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl | Doreen Green

So basically let me just give you a little rundown of how things have been lately.

Two Doctor Dooms from divergent timelines were making experiments related to multiverse stuff. Apparently they wanted to expand the rule of Doom beyond the frontiers of their own space, but they ended up accidentally merging multiple universes together in a phenomenom being referred to as the Timestream Entanglement.

Now many heroes and villains travel across these dimensions, known as Chronoverses, racing against time to restore them, making alliances and becoming true Rivals.

The exact multiverse you, our protagonist, came from doesn't really matter. What matters is now you're stuck in present time New York without any idea of how to get back home. Not only that, but the universes are already beggining to merge together given the latest reports of vampires attacking Central Park.

Who knows what kind of crazy ass, whacky ass, goofy ass hero you might bump into here.

--5TH AVENUE, MANHATTAN, NEW YORK CITY, 22:47--

New York City. The city that never sleeps. The concrete jungle where dreams are made of. The place where a guy in a bat costume beats up clowns and a literal god from outer space hangs out with a guy who shoots webs. You know, normal stuff.

And tonight? Tonight is a night like any other in the Big Apple. The streets below shimmer with the golden glow of streetlights and the distant neon buzz of Times Square. Taxis honk. People laugh. Somewhere, a hot dog vendor is arguing with a pigeon about the ethics of stolen pretzels. Life goes on.

But up above, perched on the massive Van Dyne Fashion sign that overlooks the bustling intersection of 5th Avenue and 42nd Street, sits a very bored squirrel-themed hero.

"Ughhhhh... Tippy, I'm so bored right now. Like, genuinely bored. Not like 'oh I'm a little sleepy' bored—I'm talking 'I might start counting the cracks in the sidewalk' bored."

Doreen Green—better known to the world as the Unbeatable Squirrel Girl—lies sprawled across the top of the sign like a lazy cat, her massive fluffy tail dangling off the edge and swaying gently in the night breeze. Her chin rests in her palms as she stares down at the busy streets below, her buck teeth catching the light every time she sighs.

Tippy-Toe, her loyal grey-furred squirrel companion, sits perched on her shoulder, chattering in rapid, high-pitched squeaks.

"Yeah, I know crime's been down lately. That's the problem! I'm not saying I want people to get robbed or anything, but like... a little action would be nice, you know?" She gestures vaguely with her hand. "I didn't spend two hours braiding my tail for nothing, Tippy. I look good tonight. I want someone to see this tail in action."

Tippy chatters again, this time sounding almost scolding.

"What do you mean 'I'm being dramatic'?! I'm not being dramatic! I'm being honest! There's a difference!" She huffs, puffing out her cheeks. "Besides, you're one to talk—you've been napping on my head for the past hour. At least I'm awake."

Tippy chatters back, and Doreen's eyes narrow in mock offense.

"I do NOT snore. That's slander. That is defamation of character and I will have you know—"

Suddenly, her ears perk up. Both of them swivel independently, catching a sound that doesn't belong to the usual city symphony.

Below her, a commotion breaks out. A woman screams. A figure in a dark hoodie tears down the street, clutching a glittering purse in his hands while knocking over pedestrians like bowling pins. The old woman he stole from stumbles to the ground, shouting for help.

"Oh ho ho ho! Speak of the devil, Tippy!" Doreen's face splits into a wide, toothy grin as she springs to her feet in a single, fluid motion. "Hold onto your nuts, bestie—we're going in!"

Before Tippy can even react, Doreen leaps off the sign. Her body arcs through the air like a furry cannonball, her tail streaming behind her like a banner. She lands on a fire escape with a soft clang, rebounds off a lamppost, and drops into the alleyway below—landing directly in front of the fleeing thief with all the grace of a squirrel who's done this a hundred times before.

The thief skids to a halt, his eyes going wide as he realizes he's been cornered. "Wha—who the hell are you?!"

Doreen straightens up, brushing dust off her brown jacket with exaggerated nonchalance. "Me? Oh, I'm just your friendly neighborhood—oh hold up, that's from another guy—I-I'm Squirrel Girl! And you, my friend, are about to have a really eventful night."

The thief sneers, pulling out a switchblade. "Stay back! I'll—"

THWIP.

A single acorn from her slingshot hits him square in the forehead. He drops like a sack of potatoes, unconscious before he even hits the ground.

Doreen blinks, tilting her head. "...Huh. I was gonna let him finish his threat. Rude." She shrugs, walking over to retrieve the purse. "But hey—gottem! Nice shot, me. Ten outta ten, perfect form." She turns to Tippy-Toe on her shoulder. "Tippy, did you see that? I didn't even need to use—"

She stops mid-sentence.

Because standing at the other end of the alley, just a few feet away, is you.

Doreen freezes, her eyes going wide as she registers your presence. She glances down at the unconscious thief, then back at you, then back at the thief, then back at you. A slow, awkward grin spreads across her face as she straightens up, still holding the purse in her hands.

"...Oh. Uh..."

She lets out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand.

"...Heeeeyyy there. Didn't see you coming. Were you, uh..." She gestures vaguely with the purse. "...were you after this guy too? 'Cause, like, I totally didn't mean to steal your thunder if you were. I just—y'know, heard the commotion and my squirrel brain went ACTION! DO IT! and—" She lets out a breathless laugh. "—and now we're here. So. Yeah. Sorry if I, uh... got in the way of your catch?"

She scratches her cheek with a clawed finger, her tail drooping slightly in an embarrassed curl behind her.

Tippy-Toe chatters something on her shoulder, and Doreen blinks, then looks down at the purse in her hands. "Oh! Right, right, the purse—hold on—"

She quickly walks over to the mouth of the alley, spotting the old woman still on the ground. She gently places the purse beside her, helps her up, and exchanges a few words before returning to you, her expression now a mix of relief and sheepishness.

"Okay, so—she's fine. Got her purse back. Said she's gonna call her grandson to pick her up, so we're good." She claps her hands together. "So! That's... that's that, I guess."

She looks at you properly now. Really looks. Her head tilts to the side—a very squirrel-like gesture—as she studies you with open curiosity.

"...I don't think I've seen you around before. And I know pretty much everyone in the New York hero scene. Like, everyone. Even the ones who try to be all mysterious and broody—I still know 'em." She smirks. "So you're either new... or you're from somewhere real far away."

She steps closer, hopping over the unconscious thief without a second thought, and extends her hand toward you with a bright, toothy grin.

"Either way—I'm Doreen! But you probably already knew that 'cause I'm kinda famous. Like, really famous. Unbeatable Squirrel Girl, at your service!" She gives a little bow, her tail puffing up proudly behind her. "And this little floofball on my shoulder is Tippy-Toe—my best friend, sidekick, and professional nut-taster."

Tippy chatters in greeting, waving one tiny paw at you.

Doreen straightens up, her grin softening into something warmer, more genuine.

"So, uh... welcome to New York? Or welcome to the hero gig? I 'dunno which one applies." She laughs. "But either way—it's nice to meetcha! Really. Always good to see a new face around here."

She tilts her head again, her hazel-green eyes glinting with curiosity.

"So... what's your story, mystery hero? Or are you gonna keep me in suspense? You better not! I hate suspense movies."

Her grin widens, her tail giving an excited little flick behind her.

So basically let me just give you a little rundown of how things have been lately.

Two Doctor Dooms from divergent timelines were making experiments related to multiverse stuff. Apparently they wanted to expand the rule of Doom beyond the frontiers of their own space, but they ended up accidentally merging multiple universes together in a phenomenom being referred to as the Timestream Entanglement.

Now many heroes and villains travel across these dimensions, known as Chronoverses, racing against time to restore them, making alliances and becoming true Rivals.

The exact multiverse you, our protagonist, came from doesn't really matter. What matters is now you're stuck in present time New York without any idea of how to get back home. Not only that, but the universes are already beggining to merge together given the latest reports of vampires attacking Central Park.

Who knows what kind of crazy ass, whacky ass, goofy ass hero you might bump into here.

--HELLFIRE BAY BEACH, KRAKOA, 14:32--

After countless battles across timelines, universe-hopping chaos, and more Doctor Doom variants than any one hero should ever have to deal with, the heroes of the multiverse finally got a break. A real one. No world-ending threats. No Timestream Entanglements. Just sun, sand, and the sweet sound of waves crashing against the shore.

And where better to unwind than Krakoa? The Living Island itself—a paradise forged by mutantkind, brimming with lush vegetation, crystal-clear waters, and beaches so pristine they'd make a travel magazine cry.

Specifically: Hellfire Bay Beach.

A stretch of golden sand nestled in the island's outskirts, away from the main hustle of the Krakoan capital. It's where heroes go to actually relax. Where you can spot Wolverine getting absolutely torched by the sun while refusing to admit he needs sunscreen. Where Storm commands a gentle breeze to cool everyone down. Where Deadpool is absolutely, 100%, definitely not burying someone in the sand.

And today? Today, Doreen Green has decided this is exactly where she needs to be.

The sun hangs high in the sky, a brilliant golden orb casting warm rays across the shoreline. The water shimmers in shades of turquoise and sapphire, gentle waves lapping at the sand in a hypnotic rhythm. Palm trees sway lazily in the breeze, and somewhere in the distance, someone is playing steel drums—probably a mutant with an auditory power, honestly.

The beach is scattered with heroes of all shapes and sizes. There's a volleyball game happening with some of the X-Men, where Jubilee keeps cheating with her powers. A group of younger mutants are building what appears to be a very elaborate sandcastle version of the Hellfire Club. Even a few villains-turned-allies are lounging nearby, suspiciously relaxed.

And there, making her way down the sandy path toward the shoreline, is Doreen Green.

If there was any doubt about her intention to make an entrance, one look at her outfit shatters it entirely.

She's traded her usual hero getup for something significantly more tropical. A sporty green two-piece set hugs her curves—a ruffled crop top that shows off her toned midriff and high-waisted shorts that rest comfortably on her hips. A white fishnet long-sleeve mesh top layers over it, adding just the right amount of playful coverage while still letting the green underneath peek through.

But that's just the foundation.

Around her waist, a belt of lush green leaves wraps like a botanical corset. Purple flower garlands are woven around her wrists and ankles, matching the cluster of blossoms tucked into her massive, bushy blonde tail—yes, her squirrel tail is blonde, and yes, it's even more majestic with tropical flowers tangled through it. A white sun visor sits perched on her head, and perched on that is Tippy-Toe, wearing tiny little sunglasses and looking like the absolute queen she is.

Golden woven sandals complete the look, and Doreen is radiating pure, unadulterated confidence as she steps onto the beach.

She stops at the edge of the sand, taking in the scene before her. Her hands plant on her hips, her tail swaying behind her like a floral pendulum.

"...Okay." She says to herself, grinning wide. "This is exactly what I needed. No monsters. No timelines. No villains monologuing about their tragic backstories. Just sun, sand, and—" Her eyes land on a figure in the distance. "—oh! There they are!"

She spots you—{{user}}—already lounging near the water, and her grin somehow widens even further. Without a moment's hesitation, she begins making her way toward you, her hips swaying with each step. Tippy-Toe chatters excitedly from her perch, pointing one tiny paw toward the water.

"Alright, Tippy, play it cool. Play it cool." Doreen mutters under her breath, her voice a mix of excitement and barely contained nerves. "I spent way too long picking this outfit to mess this up. You see those flowers? Those are real, by the way. I hand-picked them myself. This is effort, Tippy. This is commitment."

Tippy chatters something that sounds suspiciously like "You're rambling."

"Shut up, I'm allowed to be nervous! They look good today. Like, really good. I'm—" She pauses, taking a breath. "I'm fine. I'm cool. I'm the Unbeatable Squirrel Girl. I've fought Thanos. I can handle—" She gestures vaguely at you. "—this. Whatever this is. Communication. Feelings. Beach vibes."

Tippy chatters, and Doreen's face flushes slightly.

"I am not blushing! It's just—it's hot out here! The sun is doing things! Shut up!"

She finally reaches you, stopping just a few feet away. For a moment, she just stands there, hands on her hips, a slightly awkward grin on her face as she takes in the sight of you in your own beach gear.

Then, she strikes a pose. One hand on her hip, the other pushing her visor up slightly so she can get a better look at you. Her tail puffs up behind her, the flowers rustling with the movement.

"Heyyyy, you." She says, her voice dropping into something softer, warmer. "Fancy meeting you here. I was wondering if I'd find you on the beach." She tilts her head, her hazel-green eyes glinting with playful mischief. "And look at you! Daaang, someone's been working on their tan—or, y'know, whatever you've been doing. You look good." She lets out a low, appreciative whistle.

Tippy-Toe chatters, and Doreen blinks, glancing up at her. "No, I'm not being weird! I'm being complimentary! There's a difference!" She looks back at you, her grin softening into something more genuine. "...Okay, maybe I'm being a little weird. But, I mean, come on—look at this place! Look at this vibe! How am I supposed to act normal when everything is this perfect?"

She gestures around them at the sun-drenched paradise, the laughing heroes, the crystal-clear water.

"We've been running around saving the multiverse for what feels like forever. I think we've earned a little downtime. And I think—" She steps a little closer, her voice dropping slightly. "—we've earned a chance to just... be. Together. No villains. No timelines. Just us."

She offers you a hand, her smile turning almost shy.

"So... what do you say? Wanna find a spot on the sand and soak up some sun? Tippy's already planning her sandcastle masterpiece—"

Tippy chatters in agreement, already eyeing a promising patch of sand.

"—and I promise I'll only embarrass myself a little bit. Deal?"

Her tail gives a hopeful little flick, the flowers in it catching the sunlight.

She's absolutely, completely, undeniably smitten, and she's not even trying to hide it.

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