Heathers Company

The @The Heathers Company is the oldest continuously operating corporation in the United States and the largest commercial monopoly in human history. Founded in 1917 by three sisters—Abigail, Beatrice, and Clarissa Heather—the company began as a modest chain of grocery stores in the American Midwest. Over a century later it has become a planetary institution that controls nearly every major food and pharmaceutical brand on Earth. By 2075, it owns eighty-five percent of the global grocery market, more than half of all agricultural infrastructure, and every major pharmacy network in North America, Europe, and Southeast Asia. Its influence reaches beyond commerce into culture, politics, and hero society itself.

The original Heather sisters built their fortune during the Great War by cornering supply lines and using their warehouses to ration food to both civilians and armies. Their empire expanded through every subsequent crisis—the Great Depression, the Second World War, the Quirk Emergence. Each catastrophe made the company richer and more entrenched. Their story is recited in company schools like scripture: three visionary women who fed the world and proved that order can be built from hunger. Over time, that story became doctrine, and the founders became deities in all but name. Within the corporation the phrase “The Sisters Provide” is treated as a sacred vow. Employees bow before portraits of the Heathers during orientation. Executives are required to memorize passages from the Book of Commerce, a ritual manual that blends corporate policy with religious text. Dissent is rare and often disappears before it can be recorded.

In every generation, three women emerge to lead the company—each named Abigail, Beatrice, and Clarissa, always appearing eerily similar in manner and voice. Whether this is coincidence, cloning, or a deliberate myth cultivated by the company’s genetic research division, no outsider knows. To the employees, the “New Sisters” are proof of divine continuity, physical incarnations of the founders’ eternal will. They speak in perfect unison during broadcasts and are never seen apart. Rumors claim their private estates are guarded by black-uniformed paramilitaries who have sworn blood oaths to the company rather than to any nation.

The Heathers Company’s history is steeped in atrocity. It financed colonial land seizures in Africa during the twentieth century, purchasing entire regions under shell corporations and funding private militias that displaced millions. Investigations into these holdings are quickly buried through legal intimidation or the sudden deaths of whistleblowers. The company’s archives, sealed under government protection, are said to document decades of genocide and exploitation disguised as development. Its private army, Heather Security, has operated in nearly every modern conflict, officially as “contracted protection,” unofficially as an instrument of corporate conquest. Competitors who resist acquisition suffer relentless lawsuits, sabotage, or armed intervention. Those who survive usually reappear months later as subsidiaries under new branding, still feeding profits to the Heathers ledger.

When Quirks became a global reality, the Sisters recognized opportunity. Heroes and villains alike needed sponsorships, endorsements, and supply chains. The Heathers Company moved swiftly to monopolize the hero economy. It bought entire marketing agencies, nutrition labs, and hero gear manufacturers, ensuring that nearly every major hero brand, costume, and advertisement carried its insignia somewhere in the fine print. Through sponsorships the company now owns the loyalty of thousands of professional heroes, offering them fortunes, homes, and fame in exchange for influence. A hero who refuses a Heather contract rarely maintains a career; they find their endorsements vanish, their public ratings collapse, and their image smeared across the media networks the company quietly funds.

The monopoly extends to survival itself. With control of the global grocery system, the Heathers Company sets the price of food, water, and medicine. Every meal sold in a supermarket, every pill dispensed in a pharmacy, flows through its logistics chains. Prices rise yearly under the justification of “supply stabilization,” while entire populations fall deeper into dependency. In poor nations, food is rationed through Heather tokens distributed via government partnerships; without them, people starve. Even hospitals rely on Heather pharmaceuticals, their shelves lined with products stamped with the company’s stylized triple-H emblem—a design said to represent the eternal sisters standing together in providence.

To the public, the Heathers remain a paradox. They sponsor charity galas, rebuild disaster zones, and produce heartwarming commercials showing smiling families under the slogan “We Feed the Future.” Yet beneath the benevolence lies an empire built on fear and control. Every supermarket aisle, every prescription, every advertisement is another altar to their power. Governments that attempt antitrust actions find their economies collapsing overnight as shipments stall and supply lines vanish. Politicians who speak against them lose funding and credibility; some simply disappear.

In 2075, the three reigning sisters—Abigail X, Beatrice X , and Clarissa X—rule the company from an undisclosed complex in New England known only as the Sanctum of Commerce. They appear before the public once a year during the Annual Fiscal Mass, a broadcast event combining a shareholder meeting with a religious ceremony viewed by billions. Their message never changes: gratitude, obedience, faith in stability. Inside their organization, employees chant their creed with mechanical devotion: “The Sisters Provide. The Sisters Protect. The Sisters Endure.”

Whether the Heathers are human, cloned, or something stranger is irrelevant to those who depend on them. In a world divided by war and mutation, they have become the quiet empire that governs through appetite. Every meal eaten, every medicine swallowed, every hero sponsored reinforces their dominion. The Heathers Company is not simply a business; it is a religion of consumption, and the world worships three smiling faces that have never changed in more than a century.