An absurdist Wormfic playing off of the trappings of Alt!Taylor, fandom memes, and obscure details from Worm's many drafts. Armed only with an ill defined set of powerful powers and dressed in a papier mache mask of her own face, can village idiot and British tgirl Taylor Hebert do the same stuff Taylor Hebert does in Worm?
They say life has many doors. Death, apparently, has one too. One that has placed him into a unique position he rather not be in.
You've seen it before, folks. OC story. Not an SI, though, but definitely an OC. What's the difference? Well, I don't have enough ego to write myself into someone else's original work, for once.
Cross-posted from Space Battles
What would you do, if you ran a multidimensional conspiracy that manufactured powers, traded in the darkest and most secretive of favours, and had a history of deeply unethical human experimentation and some of the most powerful parahumans in existence as members?
The answer probably isn't "go into the pizza delivery business", but what if it was?