POV Digimon Wormmon
Wormmon was looking through the computer. Specifically he was gathering information.
Greg was sleeping in his bed completely oblivious to Wormmon nefarious schemes.
"Hmm. I guess the Travelers are still in Boston," Wormmon concluded. Seeing an article of a recent robbery the Travelers committed in the city.
Wormmon had decided he was going to defeat Coil.
Without Coil the Travelers wouldn't come to Brockton Bay.
If the Traveler didn't come to Brockton Bay then Echidna wouldn't come to the Brockton Bay.
Without Echidna in Brockton Bay, then Leviathan wouldn't come to Brockton Bay.
If Wormmon played his cards right. Brockton Bay would avoid two disasters striking Brockton Bay.
Even though some other poor city will have to deal with the city destroying monsters.
Which Wormmon was fine with, let the bad luck be spread somewhere else.
"They're still Bakuda... hmmm... I don't think I am the best person to deal with her," Wormmon pondered while munching on some cheerios.
Wormmon lacked the power and intelligence to deal with Bakuda. It was a team effort to take her down.
Wormmon recalled that it was the Protectorate that eventually dealt with her.
Coil was more manageable.
Greg started to stir and awake, "Hey Wormmon what time is it?"
Wormmon answered, "It is midday."
Greg stretched, "Okay."
Wormmon then said, "Greg, you are going to need to get a driving license.... And a car."
Greg smiled widely and nodded enthusiastically, "No problemo boss."
"Hmmm... Hey Greg, I have a problem... I don't know if your the best person to talk about it. Since I doubt there really is an answer to my dilemma. Guess the theme of this world, there really aren't any nice solutions. Only hard choices..."
"What is bugging you then? I will lend you an ear."
"My first problem is Bakuda. She is a tinker that bombs the hell out of Brockton Bay. You can't kill her since she has a dead man switch and her bombs are scary, the bombs can turn you into glass. Trap you into Greyboy bubbles. And like other horrible things. I don't know how to take her down!"
"Bombs huh. Do you know where she is so we can ambush her?"
"Well... Kind of, but I don't want to screw up the timeline. You know Taylor's future. I am not making sense am I? I am already screwing with her future!? I guess I want Taylor to be strong. If I fail, I want her to continue to be a savior..."
"It sounds to me there's a lot of stuff your not telling me. From all the clues your giving. Taylor is super important huh."
"I am her biggest fan," Wormmon said in reverence.
"Huh, guess your super Taylor fangirl or a fanboy? Huh maybe a fanbug?"
"Anyhow about the Bakuda problem. How do I deal with her?"
"If you can't figure a way to beat her. Then let's get someone that can. Let's talk to the Protectorates."
"Eww. No," Wormmon said in disgust.
"What? Do you have a problem with the Protectorates?"
"The Heroes are either corrupt or incompetent. In the future they keep getting in the way of helping Brockton Bay, actually they're like parasites and actually harm the city."
"They aren't that bad..."
"When was the last time Brockton Bay Protectorates arrested a villainous cape!"
Greg paused to think about the question, "Well there was Hookwolf, but he escaped well... I can't remember..."
"Okay... Okay... Here is what we will do. We will go to the Protectorate and tell them about the bombing Bakuda is going to commit. I want to at least reduce how many people die."
"Why not try to capture her yourself? I mean if she is that much of a threat."
"Bakuda is like a minefield. One wrong move we are toast. We don't have the skills to navigate that minefield. Do you want to be human meatball Greg, or stuck in Greyboy bubble? I rather go with my plan of informing the PRT even though they wouldn't do anything."
"Alright, let's go with your plan!"
Wormmon didn't have a lot of time to prepare.
Today the story of Parahuman Worm begins.
On this day, Taylor wore her costume for the first time, embarking on her journey as a hero. Surprisingly, her path led her to unexpected success as a villain, and even after quitting, she was offered her job back because she was a very good villain.
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Wormmon was searching for a Coil's base in Downtown Brockton Bay.
Which was easier said than done on his stubby legs.
It turns out there were multiple Endbringer Shelter and other buildings that Coil owned that could be his evil lair.
Wormmon was going to have to check each and everyone of them.
Wormmon tried to psyche himself up because he was on a mission with a small deadline.
"Damn your a fucking big bug," A homeless man said to Wormmon.
A middle-aged homeless man was around a metal drum which was on fire.
The homeless man asked, "Got any change?"
Wormmon responded, "I don't even have pockets."
"Oh. Do you have a name? My name is Jim Broskali," the homeless Jim introduced himself.
"I'm... well... my name is Bait," Wormmon said.
Jim said, "What kind of dumb name is Bait. Your a case 53?"
"Oh no this is how I was born."
"You were always a bug?"
"Well I first hatched from an egg. Then guess I was mature to this form you see before you."
"Huh, you know that Brockton Bay is the armpits of America. A real cesspool. It will be best if you skedaddle from this godforsaken city and live somewhere else. You seem like a real nice bug and this city will literally eat you up and spit you out."
"You are speaking the wicked truth. Issue is I have so much business here. A lot of irons in the fire. Oh why good man, are you staying in the Bay. With all the gang violence."
"Mostly the weather. It doesn't get cold at night. Besides their other homeless bastards like me and we can look out for each other. Besides, where would I go? Atleast, I know what I am dealing with in this godforsaken city. In Boston there isn't a homeless population since Accord takes care of the homeless if you understand my meaning... I guess the main reason is nostalgia."
"Your a native to Brockton Bay huh."
"Yeah, in the days of my youth, this city wore a different face, a happier one, not this grim and beaten-down visage it sports now. There was hope in the air, streets cleaner than a preacher's conscience, and crime was manageable levels. Cargo flowed in from across the seas, European nations like Spain, France, and Germany. But then disaster after disaster struck," Jim narrated with a heavy breath, the weight of memories settling like dust.
Jim continued, his voice carrying the weariness of one who's seen too much, "The descent into darkness truly began with the emergence of parahumans. Germany's Gesellschaft sent their men to this very town, birthing the Empire 88, haunting the alleys where the Black Communities dwelled. And that's not even scratching the surface, Marquis carving through heroes, Lustrum celebrating by castrating men. Let's not forget the flood of refugees from Japan after Kyushu's fall, birthing the Azn Bad Boys."
Jim seemed to deflate and said, "The shipping industry dried up because of the Endbringers. I think it started really bad when BEHEMOTH attacked France Lyon. It changed the politics and the Europeans decided they didn't want to trade with America anymore. Now we are left with a dying city that is infested by gangsters."
"Sounds rough," Wormmon said.
"Yeah, I used to own an Ice Cream Truck, then it was demolished by Empire 88 gangsters and that damn insurance company wouldn't pay for the damages. I had other jobs, janitors, window cleaner and well," Jim exhaled. "This city takes a toll on you."
"Yeah it does. But we have to keep trying."
"I thought about abandoning Brockton Bay. Yet by the time I decided to cut my losses, the city of Brockton Bay had abandoned me. Now I am just waiting for death."
"How depressing... I am going to be a hero and turn this city's fate around. Oh Yeah, I think I got sidetracked. Do you know Coil territory? Coil likes to use mercenaries with tinker tech guns."
"The mercenaries I saw hanging on 27th street," Jim pointed to his right.
"I am so far away, I am on 4th street. So much walking left to do. Anyway thanks Jim, I hope you have good luck. I have got to go do hero work."
"Good luck, strange bug," Jim responded, "And if you ever do become a big time superhero, spare me some change."
"Will do Jim. Will do," Worrmmon restarted his search for Coil's base.
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Wormmon spotted Coil's mercenaries positioned on a building. From a concealed corner, he observed them and quickly ducked as their attention turned in his direction. Aware that he needed the cover of darkness, Wormmon planned to stealthily infiltrate the building he suspected to be Coil's base.
"Much easier said than done," Wormmon grumbled.
Taking a cautious glance around the corner to ensure the mercenaries weren't monitoring him, Wormmon contemplated his approach to gaining access to the building. Noticing a camera on the building, he decided to utilize it for entry.
"I don't want to be spotted. I'll have to move into the camera's blind spot," Wormmon muttered to himself. With patience, he awaited the mercenaries' withdrawal.
It seemed like an eternity before the mercenaries finally distanced themselves from the edge where Wormmon observed the building. Seizing the opportunity, Wormmon swiftly rolled his entire body towards the building, concentrating on reaching the blind spot of the camera.
Halting his roll upon reaching the building, Wormmon commenced climbing the walls, ascending to the top where the camera was situated.
Wormmon was a foot away from the camera, he digitized into the camera.
Wormmon was now in a small room, inside the camera.
He saw a line of different colors of data that connected to other devices and one connected to the huge internet. He also saw a single light switch which he assumed would turn the camera off.
Wormmon started exploring.
Digital space didn't have gravity so Wormmon was floating in the air. Wormmon wiggled his way forward.
There was boxy rooms that were connected by different colored cables.
Wormmon followed those cables and entered the boxy room.
Wormmon was now in a different boxy room which he assumed was another camera since it pointed to another corner of the building.
Wormmon had to continue exploring the digital space.
Wormmon found another camera that was looking at a garage filled with cars.
Wormmon jumped from one camera to another camera.
Wormmon was exploring the building through the cameras.
The locker room.
The cafeteria.
The stairs.
The hallways
The armory.
The monitor room.
The bathroom.
Wormmon found Coil looking at his computer, watching the Undersiders
Wormmon rubbed his stubs together. "Jackpot."
