Taylor Hebert, instead of Triggering in the locker manages to escape it, though it was only possible due to the help of a quartet of new… let's call them friends.
My Chaos Gods Can't Possibly Be This Cute!? (Worm/Warhammer 40K)
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01- The Start of Something... Chaotic.
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The first thing that she saw was darkness, an enveloping darkness that surrounded her, the only light coming from some small slits just above her head.
Not long after, the light hit just right and she saw the rotting bile, maggots crawling throughout the locker, and degenerate fluids as far as the eye could see.
As she saw the filth around her, she screamed aloud, an ever faint pain scratching through her skin, her voice going raw from her screeches and screams.
She clawed at the door of the locker, a desperate desire bubbling up throughout her, a desire to get out.
But no matter how she clawed and scratched, nothing worked… until left without any option she tried to punch her way out of the locker that she'd been trapped in.
Her fists pounded against the locked door, but no matter how much she struck, all she felt was pain, and her hopes of getting out were quickly diminishing.
Then, as she continued to punch the door, her knuckles growing bloodied and sore, the sound of muffled laughter resounded into the locker, as she heard muted mocking words. Any other time these words would have filled her with despair, but right now? Right now, they were filling her with a great and righteous rage.
Her efforts to escape this filth-filled cage grew exponentially, as her fists felt like they were moving on their own, no thoughts present within her mind except for getting out of the locker.
SLAM.
SLAM.
SLAM.
As she pounded against the door, a renewed sense of strength inside of her, something seemed to spark deep within her rapidly fraying nerves.
She heard something whisper into her ear, its voice strange yet supportive, "No, no. To the left, strike at the hinges and you shall make your escape."
Seeing what the whispering voice meant, her knuckles seemed to take on a mind of their own, before her fists moved without even a thought, the meat of her small fists meeting the hinges of the locker.
SLAM.
C-CRACK!!
She reared her arm back for the final time, and watched as the metallic locker was broken through with a punch, causing several onlookers to shout in shock and disgust.
Finally freed from the locker, Taylor Hebert was able to properly see what had become of her for the first time, her body was covered in filth and grime, maggots squirming their way through her hair, while her hands were gnarled, twisted, and broken parodies of their former selves, her blood dripping onto the floor of Winslow High School.
And yet, even as she collapsed to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut, she'd never felt more alive.
Taylor soon found herself in this strange dark void, reminiscent of space with shimmering stars and shooting comets everywhere she could look.
And yet, despite finding herself in the endless bounds of space, she felt that she wasn't alone.
"Who's there?" She asked, turning her head in an attempt to find anything- something else around her.
"...Nobody you gotta be afraid of, child." A disgusting voice that sounded like someone was on the verge of vomiting while their throat was constricted said from behind her, causing her to make a full body turn, and yet she saw nothing, "You don't have to be afraid of nothin' no more, Papa Nurgle's here, and he'll make sure you're just fine."
"Nurgle, you foul creature. I believe that it was decided that I was to be the one to introduce myself to this one." A rough voice that sounded like a mixture of gargled rocks and clashing steel boomed out through the space around her.
"Oh, Khorney~ Don't judge Nurgy just because he got a bit too excited and blew his load, hiya Taylor Hebert… I'm Slaanesh, it's a pleasure to meet you." A voice that was a combination of a husky woman's lust-filled growl, a man's moan, and some sort of screech said directly below her.
"Hehehe, this one looks like she'll be fun. Someone individually blessed by four of the Chaos Gods? I wonder just what sort of change you can bring." A final voice sounded out, sounding like a mixture of a rattling hiss and a gentle whisper- this voice she recognized, it was the one who had told her how to escape the locker.
"Where- what… where am I?" She said, her breath quickening rapidly as she continued looking for the sources of the voices- was this some sort of Cape pulling some sort of joke? But then again if they were, why would they choose her?
"That doesn't matter child, what matters is that you're safe here. No matter what, none of those out there can get to you." The first voice- the one that sounded disgusting that she believed was named Nurgle spoke in what seemed to be a gentle, almost affectionate manner.
"No, what matters instead is a choice that we all are going to be offering you, little warrior." The rough voice, Khorney she was fairly sure it was called said, its tone slightly softer- for lack of a better word, it still felt like her eardrums were bursting with every word- as four separate orbs of glowing light appeared before her, they were colored green, red, pink, and blue.
"What are these?" She asked, tempted to reach a hand out toward one, before stopping herself. She had no idea what these lights were, what if they killed her or- or worse?
"Fractions upon fractions upon fractions of our power, though that's a bit of a wordy title isn't it? Oh I know, let's call them… Chaos Orbs. Simple, to the point, nothing overly complicated." The sensual voice, who had introduced itself as Slaanesh said.
"...Okay." She said after a moment, as she stared at the orbs in front of her, "And- and what are they supposed to do?"
"Give you a small amount of our power of course, why it's a boon child. Have you never heard the phrase 'Never look a gift horse in the mouth'?" The whispering voice, Tzeentch she thought it was called said.
"Yeah, I've heard of it. But a horse is an entirely different thing from eldritch glowing orbs from equally eldritch beings." She said with a small frown, "And what do you mean by 'boon'?"
"Why it's a fraction of our powers, which we are giving to you free of charge. Provided you act as suitable entertainment of course." Tzeentch hissed into her ear, and she could practically hear a slimy grin in its voice.
"That's- that's what you want? Someone to entertain you? That's it?" She asked incredulously, because seriously. Really? This was definitely some sort of screwed up prank. But how in the world did the Trio manage to rope a cape into their schemes?
"No tiny warrior, do not listen to Tzeentch. It is a creature of lies and deceit, plots and schemes. I, Khorne… shall tell you the truth." The booming voice of the being she now knew as 'Khorne' and not 'Khorney' resounded through the space.
"And that truth is?" She asked hesitantly, deciding that it was probably a good idea not to be snarky with these capes.
"We were drawn into this dimension from your screams and cries for help, we found you in that rather lovely contraption back there, and saw your desperation to get out. So we decided to help you a bit… while taking in your memories of this strange new place." The voice of Nurgle said cheerfully, completely undercutting whatever it was that Khorne was going to say.
"Nurgle, you contemptible wretch. Do not deign to interrupt me again, lest it be your head I put on a spike." Khorne growled out loudly, as a red sheen manifested over the dark void of space.
And somehow, to match the sheer torrent of red, a similar amount of sheer green came out of nowhere, and started to clash against it.
The sound of booming explosions resounded out through the cosmos, stars being created and destroyed without a moment's hesitation, as wave after wave of red and green-
"Come on you two, cut it out you're scaring our little champion here." Tzeentch interrupted their spat, a chiding tone to their voice, as Taylor watched the waves of green and red recede back to the nothingness from which they came.
There were some grumbled words from either- what were they calling themselves again… she was pretty sure it was 'Chaos Gods'- Chaos Gods, even as she shuddered slightly from the sheer torrent of power that they'd put on display before her.
"Uh yeah, alright. So what- what will these um boons give me?" She asked after a moment, getting a few hums from the Chaos Gods.
"My boon? Well, little champion it shall be something rather simple, yet invaluable to you. It shall be a protection from all magical effects. Whether it be from the Immaterium or anything else against the natural order of things? You shall be resistant to their effects. I can't wait to see the blood you shall shed against the puny mages when they find their magic no longer works against you!" Khorne let out a roaring, boisterous laugh as the red orb in front of Taylor glowed brightly- before it shot into her.
"Ugh!" Taylor let out a small grunt in pain, involuntary shaking as it felt like her nerves were on fire, while the red glow ran along her body, enshrouding her in its crimson light.
"From me? I shall grant you a ranged weapon that shall never be taken from you, in the form of what I believe your people call a 'Blaster Power', it shall be a beam of crackling energy with a touch of my own domains in it. Don't be surprised if anyone you target grows an extra limb, though." Tzeentch told her, a hissing laugh in its voice as the blue shot into her before she could even let out a word, and suddenly the pain was gone only to be replaced with something else.
Taylor let out a startled cough, spittle flying out into the vast expanse of space as her limbs glowed a bright blue with similarly glowing lines in the shape of bands manifested over her wrists.
Her mind felt like it was opened to all of these new concepts and ideas, and yet… she couldn't explain a single one of them. Like she had gotten a smidgen of a concept and somehow turned that into some sort of power.
"You'll love my boon, Taylor. See, I'm the Chaos God of Excess… and as you currently are? You'll barely be capable of enjoying such a thing before keeling over dead. So, in order to rectify that, I've grated you the boon of a 'Perfect Body'. At least in terms of physicality, it shall be the peak of your species, on a purely mundane level. My apologies but I cannot grant you something anything stronger than this. But you shall be capable of at least fighting against any you stand between you and your vices, you have my word on that." The voice of Slaanesh purred, as the pink orb floated into her body.
Instead of reacting in pain, though… Taylor let out a low, guttural moan as sheer pleasure wracked her body, causing her to convulse and shake for several glorious moments, before she regained control over herself.
She couldn't help but gawk downwards at her body, she looked good, like she'd been going to the gym for the past year, with well-defined muscles all over her body. Though strangely when she lifted her shirt, she didn't have any abs, even her hair which was usually a bit greasy and unkempt looked as if she'd taken several different styles of professional shampoos and conditioners to it- it was like she'd gone to some sort of beauty guru, at least from what she could tell.
This was the greatest change to her body, and the one that would likely be called out in the future, as this sort of thing just didn't happen overnight… without cape shenanigans at play.
"I guess that it's time for my boon now." Nurgle said with a laugh, as the green orb floated towards her while he continued with his sentence, "My boon is simple. It shall let you endure anything that will harm you, whether you get hurt in combat, lose a limb, or even get half of your body cleaved in half, you shall be able to continue fighting. This won't heal ya or anythin' like that, but at the very least it will give you a chance to either get healing… or revenge on whoever harmed you so."
And just as his sentence finished, the orb floated into her body, and Taylor couldn't help but let out a retch, as vomit tried to make its way up her gullet, a feeling of disgust and wrongness making its way through her body- her mind- hell, her soul.
Thankfully, blessedly… it was over almost as soon as it started, and even so, Taylor was left floating there, pale and clammy as her breakfast threatened to make its unwanted return.
"Now, we'll give you a few moments to acclimatize yourself to your newfound boons… and yep, I feel like that's long enough. Ta ta, Taylor~" Tzeentch said, intentionally pausing its sentence for a few short seconds, before she found herself shunted out of space…
Strangely enough, instead of waking up in the locker, the floor of Winslow High, or even the nurse's office, she was in a hospital bed, the beeping of a monitor sounding out beside her, and an IV Drip inserted into her wrist.
"Where- where am I?" She asked, as she blearily looked around, fumbling for her glasses… before noticing that after a short moment, her eyesight cleared and she was able to see perfectly well.
"I believe this is the… hospital. A place for so-called 'healing'." The voice of Nurgle said beside her, a visceral disgust in its tone causing her to turn to where it came from and see… a fat green blob around the size of her hand floating beside her.
And directly behind it were, what could be best described as: a tiny red knight with a toothpick-sized sword, some sort of white-haired succubus creature with proportionally massive boobs for her frame, and a tiny blue skeleton with tendrils for hair?
"Hi~" The unmistakable voice of Slaanesh said from the succubus, with a friendly wave.
…Taylor quickly found herself returning to unconsciousness, unable to compute what the hell was happening here.
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Hello everyone and welcome to… uh, this… this abomination of an idea.
Going to let you guys know, I have no idea what I'm doing, I know fuck all about Warhammer, Fantasy or 40K, and I'm not even a particular fan of the Chaos Gods… I just had this idea and felt the indescribable need to write it.
Probably doesn't help that certain people on discord encouraged me to write this. But I want you all to come into this knowing that there is no plan, no railroad here, barely even a dirt path in terms of ideas.
The only 40K stuff is going to be the Chaos Gods. Though you guys can write omakes about other godly entities gaining their own champions, like Gork & Mork going for L33T (Makes him both more Brutal but Kunnin' and more Kunnin' but Brutal), or Greg/Danny being the Emperor of Mankind's Champion.
I thought that the idea of 'Chibi Chaos Gods' would be fun, definitely has inspiration from fics like With Friends Like These and How to Train Your Endbringer. But y'know, instead of being bitch-ass Endbringers it's the Chaos Gods.
With that said, take some little snippets of possible conversations for Taylor to have with the Chibi Chaos Gods:
Oh also, here are Taylor's Current Boons (Yes she can gain more):
Not long after, the light hit just right and she saw the rotting bile, maggots crawling throughout the locker, and degenerate fluids as far as the eye could see.
As she saw the filth around her, she screamed aloud, an ever faint pain scratching through her skin, her voice going raw from her screeches and screams.
She clawed at the door of the locker, a desperate desire bubbling up throughout her, a desire to get out.
But no matter how she clawed and scratched, nothing worked… until left without any option she tried to punch her way out of the locker that she'd been trapped in.
Her fists pounded against the locked door, but no matter how much she struck, all she felt was pain, and her hopes of getting out were quickly diminishing.
Then, as she continued to punch the door, her knuckles growing bloodied and sore, the sound of muffled laughter resounded into the locker, as she heard muted mocking words. Any other time these words would have filled her with despair, but right now? Right now, they were filling her with a great and righteous rage.
Her efforts to escape this filth-filled cage grew exponentially, as her fists felt like they were moving on their own, no thoughts present within her mind except for getting out of the locker.
SLAM.
SLAM.
SLAM.
As she pounded against the door, a renewed sense of strength inside of her, something seemed to spark deep within her rapidly fraying nerves.
She heard something whisper into her ear, its voice strange yet supportive, "No, no. To the left, strike at the hinges and you shall make your escape."
Seeing what the whispering voice meant, her knuckles seemed to take on a mind of their own, before her fists moved without even a thought, the meat of her small fists meeting the hinges of the locker.
SLAM.
C-CRACK!!
She reared her arm back for the final time, and watched as the metallic locker was broken through with a punch, causing several onlookers to shout in shock and disgust.
Finally freed from the locker, Taylor Hebert was able to properly see what had become of her for the first time, her body was covered in filth and grime, maggots squirming their way through her hair, while her hands were gnarled, twisted, and broken parodies of their former selves, her blood dripping onto the floor of Winslow High School.
And yet, even as she collapsed to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut, she'd never felt more alive.
Taylor soon found herself in this strange dark void, reminiscent of space with shimmering stars and shooting comets everywhere she could look.
And yet, despite finding herself in the endless bounds of space, she felt that she wasn't alone.
"Who's there?" She asked, turning her head in an attempt to find anything- something else around her.
"...Nobody you gotta be afraid of, child." A disgusting voice that sounded like someone was on the verge of vomiting while their throat was constricted said from behind her, causing her to make a full body turn, and yet she saw nothing, "You don't have to be afraid of nothin' no more, Papa Nurgle's here, and he'll make sure you're just fine."
"Nurgle, you foul creature. I believe that it was decided that I was to be the one to introduce myself to this one." A rough voice that sounded like a mixture of gargled rocks and clashing steel boomed out through the space around her.
"Oh, Khorney~ Don't judge Nurgy just because he got a bit too excited and blew his load, hiya Taylor Hebert… I'm Slaanesh, it's a pleasure to meet you." A voice that was a combination of a husky woman's lust-filled growl, a man's moan, and some sort of screech said directly below her.
"Hehehe, this one looks like she'll be fun. Someone individually blessed by four of the Chaos Gods? I wonder just what sort of change you can bring." A final voice sounded out, sounding like a mixture of a rattling hiss and a gentle whisper- this voice she recognized, it was the one who had told her how to escape the locker.
"Where- what… where am I?" She said, her breath quickening rapidly as she continued looking for the sources of the voices- was this some sort of Cape pulling some sort of joke? But then again if they were, why would they choose her?
"That doesn't matter child, what matters is that you're safe here. No matter what, none of those out there can get to you." The first voice- the one that sounded disgusting that she believed was named Nurgle spoke in what seemed to be a gentle, almost affectionate manner.
"No, what matters instead is a choice that we all are going to be offering you, little warrior." The rough voice, Khorney she was fairly sure it was called said, its tone slightly softer- for lack of a better word, it still felt like her eardrums were bursting with every word- as four separate orbs of glowing light appeared before her, they were colored green, red, pink, and blue.
"What are these?" She asked, tempted to reach a hand out toward one, before stopping herself. She had no idea what these lights were, what if they killed her or- or worse?
"Fractions upon fractions upon fractions of our power, though that's a bit of a wordy title isn't it? Oh I know, let's call them… Chaos Orbs. Simple, to the point, nothing overly complicated." The sensual voice, who had introduced itself as Slaanesh said.
"...Okay." She said after a moment, as she stared at the orbs in front of her, "And- and what are they supposed to do?"
"Give you a small amount of our power of course, why it's a boon child. Have you never heard the phrase 'Never look a gift horse in the mouth'?" The whispering voice, Tzeentch she thought it was called said.
"Yeah, I've heard of it. But a horse is an entirely different thing from eldritch glowing orbs from equally eldritch beings." She said with a small frown, "And what do you mean by 'boon'?"
"Why it's a fraction of our powers, which we are giving to you free of charge. Provided you act as suitable entertainment of course." Tzeentch hissed into her ear, and she could practically hear a slimy grin in its voice.
"That's- that's what you want? Someone to entertain you? That's it?" She asked incredulously, because seriously. Really? This was definitely some sort of screwed up prank. But how in the world did the Trio manage to rope a cape into their schemes?
"No tiny warrior, do not listen to Tzeentch. It is a creature of lies and deceit, plots and schemes. I, Khorne… shall tell you the truth." The booming voice of the being she now knew as 'Khorne' and not 'Khorney' resounded through the space.
"And that truth is?" She asked hesitantly, deciding that it was probably a good idea not to be snarky with these capes.
"We were drawn into this dimension from your screams and cries for help, we found you in that rather lovely contraption back there, and saw your desperation to get out. So we decided to help you a bit… while taking in your memories of this strange new place." The voice of Nurgle said cheerfully, completely undercutting whatever it was that Khorne was going to say.
"Nurgle, you contemptible wretch. Do not deign to interrupt me again, lest it be your head I put on a spike." Khorne growled out loudly, as a red sheen manifested over the dark void of space.
And somehow, to match the sheer torrent of red, a similar amount of sheer green came out of nowhere, and started to clash against it.
The sound of booming explosions resounded out through the cosmos, stars being created and destroyed without a moment's hesitation, as wave after wave of red and green-
"Come on you two, cut it out you're scaring our little champion here." Tzeentch interrupted their spat, a chiding tone to their voice, as Taylor watched the waves of green and red recede back to the nothingness from which they came.
There were some grumbled words from either- what were they calling themselves again… she was pretty sure it was 'Chaos Gods'- Chaos Gods, even as she shuddered slightly from the sheer torrent of power that they'd put on display before her.
"Uh yeah, alright. So what- what will these um boons give me?" She asked after a moment, getting a few hums from the Chaos Gods.
"My boon? Well, little champion it shall be something rather simple, yet invaluable to you. It shall be a protection from all magical effects. Whether it be from the Immaterium or anything else against the natural order of things? You shall be resistant to their effects. I can't wait to see the blood you shall shed against the puny mages when they find their magic no longer works against you!" Khorne let out a roaring, boisterous laugh as the red orb in front of Taylor glowed brightly- before it shot into her.
"Ugh!" Taylor let out a small grunt in pain, involuntary shaking as it felt like her nerves were on fire, while the red glow ran along her body, enshrouding her in its crimson light.
"From me? I shall grant you a ranged weapon that shall never be taken from you, in the form of what I believe your people call a 'Blaster Power', it shall be a beam of crackling energy with a touch of my own domains in it. Don't be surprised if anyone you target grows an extra limb, though." Tzeentch told her, a hissing laugh in its voice as the blue shot into her before she could even let out a word, and suddenly the pain was gone only to be replaced with something else.
Taylor let out a startled cough, spittle flying out into the vast expanse of space as her limbs glowed a bright blue with similarly glowing lines in the shape of bands manifested over her wrists.
Her mind felt like it was opened to all of these new concepts and ideas, and yet… she couldn't explain a single one of them. Like she had gotten a smidgen of a concept and somehow turned that into some sort of power.
"You'll love my boon, Taylor. See, I'm the Chaos God of Excess… and as you currently are? You'll barely be capable of enjoying such a thing before keeling over dead. So, in order to rectify that, I've grated you the boon of a 'Perfect Body'. At least in terms of physicality, it shall be the peak of your species, on a purely mundane level. My apologies but I cannot grant you something anything stronger than this. But you shall be capable of at least fighting against any you stand between you and your vices, you have my word on that." The voice of Slaanesh purred, as the pink orb floated into her body.
Instead of reacting in pain, though… Taylor let out a low, guttural moan as sheer pleasure wracked her body, causing her to convulse and shake for several glorious moments, before she regained control over herself.
She couldn't help but gawk downwards at her body, she looked good, like she'd been going to the gym for the past year, with well-defined muscles all over her body. Though strangely when she lifted her shirt, she didn't have any abs, even her hair which was usually a bit greasy and unkempt looked as if she'd taken several different styles of professional shampoos and conditioners to it- it was like she'd gone to some sort of beauty guru, at least from what she could tell.
This was the greatest change to her body, and the one that would likely be called out in the future, as this sort of thing just didn't happen overnight… without cape shenanigans at play.
"I guess that it's time for my boon now." Nurgle said with a laugh, as the green orb floated towards her while he continued with his sentence, "My boon is simple. It shall let you endure anything that will harm you, whether you get hurt in combat, lose a limb, or even get half of your body cleaved in half, you shall be able to continue fighting. This won't heal ya or anythin' like that, but at the very least it will give you a chance to either get healing… or revenge on whoever harmed you so."
And just as his sentence finished, the orb floated into her body, and Taylor couldn't help but let out a retch, as vomit tried to make its way up her gullet, a feeling of disgust and wrongness making its way through her body- her mind- hell, her soul.
Thankfully, blessedly… it was over almost as soon as it started, and even so, Taylor was left floating there, pale and clammy as her breakfast threatened to make its unwanted return.
"Now, we'll give you a few moments to acclimatize yourself to your newfound boons… and yep, I feel like that's long enough. Ta ta, Taylor~" Tzeentch said, intentionally pausing its sentence for a few short seconds, before she found herself shunted out of space…
Strangely enough, instead of waking up in the locker, the floor of Winslow High, or even the nurse's office, she was in a hospital bed, the beeping of a monitor sounding out beside her, and an IV Drip inserted into her wrist.
"Where- where am I?" She asked, as she blearily looked around, fumbling for her glasses… before noticing that after a short moment, her eyesight cleared and she was able to see perfectly well.
"I believe this is the… hospital. A place for so-called 'healing'." The voice of Nurgle said beside her, a visceral disgust in its tone causing her to turn to where it came from and see… a fat green blob around the size of her hand floating beside her.
And directly behind it were, what could be best described as: a tiny red knight with a toothpick-sized sword, some sort of white-haired succubus creature with proportionally massive boobs for her frame, and a tiny blue skeleton with tendrils for hair?
"Hi~" The unmistakable voice of Slaanesh said from the succubus, with a friendly wave.
…Taylor quickly found herself returning to unconsciousness, unable to compute what the hell was happening here.
______
Hello everyone and welcome to… uh, this… this abomination of an idea.
Going to let you guys know, I have no idea what I'm doing, I know fuck all about Warhammer, Fantasy or 40K, and I'm not even a particular fan of the Chaos Gods… I just had this idea and felt the indescribable need to write it.
Probably doesn't help that certain people on discord encouraged me to write this. But I want you all to come into this knowing that there is no plan, no railroad here, barely even a dirt path in terms of ideas.
The only 40K stuff is going to be the Chaos Gods. Though you guys can write omakes about other godly entities gaining their own champions, like Gork & Mork going for L33T (Makes him both more Brutal but Kunnin' and more Kunnin' but Brutal), or Greg/Danny being the Emperor of Mankind's Champion.
I thought that the idea of 'Chibi Chaos Gods' would be fun, definitely has inspiration from fics like With Friends Like These and How to Train Your Endbringer. But y'know, instead of being bitch-ass Endbringers it's the Chaos Gods.
With that said, take some little snippets of possible conversations for Taylor to have with the Chibi Chaos Gods:
Nurgle: Hey can we go back to the locker? That was such a lovely experience!
Taylor: But, that felt so gross!
Nurgle: Pssh, you should learn to get used to it with 4 of us in you, especially me.
Khorne: Taylor, do you see that ferocious beast? Its claws look as if it could rend a man in twain! Quickly acquire it so it may be my mount for our glorious war to be!
Taylor: ...Khorne, that's a cat. I'm not grabbing a random stray cat off the street.
Khorne: Taylor, there! I see a new weapon to instill great terror into our foes!
Taylor: That's a fucking umbrella Khorne.
Khorne: Yes, imagine the screams that would be stifled if it were shoved down their gullet and opened?
Taylor: ...Oh god that's a horrifying mental image.
Tzeentch: Hey Taylor, look at what I found, a stray cat. Can I keep it?
The Chaos God of Change is telekinetically holding up a gagged Tattletale.
Taylor: What!? No! Put her down!
Tzeentch: Aw! That's so unfair, Khorne got to keep his cat.
Taylor: HE WHAT!?
Slaanesh: So…
Taylor: What?
Slaanesh, somehow inexplicably with sunglasses and giving her finger guns: We'll bang, okay?
Taylor, physically throwing Slaanesh out of the room: BEGONE THOT!
Slaanesh returns, floating beside Taylor: Alright! Time to pull out the big guns.
Taylor, confused: The… big guns?
Slaanesh suddenly manifests a love heart-shaped bed, covered in rose petals and gives Taylor a seductive leer: Hey bb wnt sum fuk?
Taylor, deadpan: No.
Slaanesh looks at her in horror, as her champion leaves, a look of despair making its way to her face: But… but how!? How!? That was the unbeatable seduction technique! How could she be immune to it!?
Taylor: But, that felt so gross!
Nurgle: Pssh, you should learn to get used to it with 4 of us in you, especially me.
Khorne: Taylor, do you see that ferocious beast? Its claws look as if it could rend a man in twain! Quickly acquire it so it may be my mount for our glorious war to be!
Taylor: ...Khorne, that's a cat. I'm not grabbing a random stray cat off the street.
Khorne: Taylor, there! I see a new weapon to instill great terror into our foes!
Taylor: That's a fucking umbrella Khorne.
Khorne: Yes, imagine the screams that would be stifled if it were shoved down their gullet and opened?
Taylor: ...Oh god that's a horrifying mental image.
Tzeentch: Hey Taylor, look at what I found, a stray cat. Can I keep it?
The Chaos God of Change is telekinetically holding up a gagged Tattletale.
Taylor: What!? No! Put her down!
Tzeentch: Aw! That's so unfair, Khorne got to keep his cat.
Taylor: HE WHAT!?
Slaanesh: So…
Taylor: What?
Slaanesh, somehow inexplicably with sunglasses and giving her finger guns: We'll bang, okay?
Taylor, physically throwing Slaanesh out of the room: BEGONE THOT!
Slaanesh returns, floating beside Taylor: Alright! Time to pull out the big guns.
Taylor, confused: The… big guns?
Slaanesh suddenly manifests a love heart-shaped bed, covered in rose petals and gives Taylor a seductive leer: Hey bb wnt sum fuk?
Taylor, deadpan: No.
Slaanesh looks at her in horror, as her champion leaves, a look of despair making its way to her face: But… but how!? How!? That was the unbeatable seduction technique! How could she be immune to it!?
Oh also, here are Taylor's Current Boons (Yes she can gain more):
Khorne: An ability stems from his hatred of magic, which grants Taylor incredible resistance (not immunity) toward all 'unnatural' effects, such as magic, psychic energy, or even… Parahmuman Powers.
Tzeentch: Eldritch Blast, but it has a chance to minorly mutate any living organism that it touches. Fitting for the Lord of Change.
Slaanesh: She would more likely want Taylor to experience more 'excess', and so I chose to have ol' Slaany give our girl a complete Permanent Bodily Tune-Up, essentially her body is in perfect shape, no matter what her diet is. Also makes her more naturally beautiful..
Nurgle: Some sort of Battle Continuation, allowing Taylor to keep fighting even if half her body's been destroyed. Of course, there is a limit to it, as she has no regenerative abilities meaning that sooner or later she'll go down.
Tzeentch: Eldritch Blast, but it has a chance to minorly mutate any living organism that it touches. Fitting for the Lord of Change.
Slaanesh: She would more likely want Taylor to experience more 'excess', and so I chose to have ol' Slaany give our girl a complete Permanent Bodily Tune-Up, essentially her body is in perfect shape, no matter what her diet is. Also makes her more naturally beautiful..
Nurgle: Some sort of Battle Continuation, allowing Taylor to keep fighting even if half her body's been destroyed. Of course, there is a limit to it, as she has no regenerative abilities meaning that sooner or later she'll go down.