If you haven't seen the show, Stacy and Clinton, self-proclaimed fashion experts ambush someone they consider to be badly dressed and give them a makeover. Sylar doesn't actually need a makeover, but this was fun to write anyway.

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Chapter 1:

Sylar glances over his shoulder. The chubby man who he plans to be his next victim is still seated at his table, enjoying a piece of pie. Sylar chuckles darkly to himself as he thinks about this man, who is unknowingly consuming his last meal. He's not sure what this man's power is, but according to Doctor Mohinder Suresh, it is a good one. Sylar can't wait to test it out. He looks over again. The man is wiping off his face with his napkin and standing up. As he starts to leave, Sylar stands up as well. He knows that now it the time to strike.

But as he moves towards the door, he suddenly feels hands on his shoulders. He looks to his left and to his right. Two people have grabbed his arms. At first he thinks he is being abducted by The Company again, but then he realizes that these people do not resemble company agents. There is a woman and man, standing on either side of him, clutching his arms.

"Hi Sylar," says the woman. He doesn't know what is going on.

"Who are you?" Sylar asks. Fortunately, the two people help him out with that. "I'm Stacy," the woman says, putting an arm around his shoulder. Sylar raised one eyebrow at her.

"And I'm Clinton," says the man. The names do not ring a bell. Sylar tries to get away, but Clinton holds on tightly to his arm.

"And we're from TLC's What Not to Wear!" Clinton and Stacy both say this at the same time with much excitement. Sylar looks from one smiling face to the other and does not say anything. Clinton and Stacy laugh. Suddenly a few familiar faces walk through the door of the diner.

"Your friend Mohinder called us," Stacy informs him. Peter, Claire, Matt, and a few other people cheer and clap while Mohinder looks both smug and terrified at the same time. Finally almost understanding what is happening, Sylar glowers at him.

"Yeah that's right," Clinton says, and Stacy nods. He looks out the window and sees the man who he had planned to take the power of had already gotten into his car and has driven away.

"You see, you're friends are a little bit concerned about your fashion sense," Stacy says. Sylar doesn't know if anyone in that group would qualify as his friend. He is pretty sure that are just there to laugh at him. And there is a lot of laughing going on.

"And we're a little...concerned too," says Clinton. "And we've seen your wardrobe, because we've been secretly filming you for the past two weeks." Sylar thinks back to the past two weeks of his life. Not only does he think back to the things he has worn, but also to the things he has done. Maybe the things he has done are bad, but he doesn't think what he wears is too terrible.

"Yeah, so we have this Bank of America card, with your name on it," Stacy says, holding up a small piece of plastic. "And $5,000 to buy yourself a whole new wardrobe." His"friends," plus a small crowd of people from the diner that had gathered cheer.

"So what do you say," asks Clinton. Sylar tries to send Clinton and Stacy flying across the diner with his telekinesis as a response, but his powers are not working. Then he notices the Haitian standing by Noah Bennet.

"I suppose I don't have a choice," Sylar says angrily. They hand him the credit card. The crowd continues to cheer.

"There is one small catch," Stacy says. Sylar sends her one of his most evil stares.

"Yeah, you have to give yourself over to us, mind, body, and wardrobe. And you have to shop by our rules," Clinton explains. Sylar doesn't know exactly what that entails, but it doesn't sound pleasant.

"And since we have all of this great secret footage," Stacy says, "We thought that we could all watch it together right now!" The crowd laughs and cheers. Sylar doesn't know if that is such a good idea, but he knows that no one will let him get out of it.

"Well, this should be interesting," he says.

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Everyone is gathered around a T.V. in the back of the diner. Sylar is sitting up front, in between Stacy and Clinton. He was already threatened by Matt Parkman to be handcuffed to his chair, but Sylar had told him that he would behave. Clinton presses play and Sylar is watching a video of himself walking down the street."

"So this was a couple weeks ago, right?" Clinton says.

"That is correct." Sylar says.

"What's up with that black trench-coat?" Stacy laughs. Everyone chuckles. "Is that the same one you have on now?"

"That's a different one," Sylar says quietly.

"Oh ok," says Stacy, "How many do you have?"

"A lot," Mohinder answers for him. Everyone laughs again. Sylar shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

"What're you eating in that clip?" Stacy asks.

"Ice cream," Sylar replies.

"Serial killers eat ice cream?" Stacy says skeptically.

"Yes, we do," Sylar says. The clip changes and now it is Sylar entering a woman's house.

"Nice shoes," Stacy smirks.

"Is all you two going to do is insult me?" Sylar asks.

"Shut up," Stacy says, "We are punishing you for your crimes. Your crimes against fashion."

"That's right," says Clinton and they both laugh annoyingly.

"I can think of a lot worse crimes I have committed," Sylar says under his breath.

"What was that?" Stacy asks.

"Um, nothing," Sylar says.

"Is there a reason you dress all in black?" asks Clinton, watching the video.

"Well, you'll find out," Sylar mumbles, watching himself blast the down the door. Stacy and Clinton gasp as he lifts the woman off the ground with his telekinesis and pins her against a wall. As the Sylar on the screen moves his finger along her forehead and cuts off the top of her head, everyone except for Sylar screams and closes their eyes. Sylar smiles. He was wrong. Watching this footage was fun.