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There are tons of things happening around in my mind, notably my Mental Muse and my Spark of Creativity are constantly battling with ideas that overtakes the ones I should be focusing on.

The title is irrelevant. Don't take it too seriously.
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The First Idea that Madman gave to the world | [Worm AU] What if Parahumans WOKE instead of triggering? (Part 1)
Location
Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
Hello. Welcome to my mind. A mad mind, pun not intended for all of us, that I should've not shared for all of us. But I did. Now. Let's take a look upon a world... A world with too many fanfics that it could just be one hell of a fanfic at this point.

The world of Earth Bet by Wilbow. The world of Worm.



Parahumans. That is the word that everyone place to people with powers. Powers that no one knows where it came from. Now. Someone is getting their powers a few moments from now. Taylor Hebert, a 'buttjoke in reality' and a serial force of escalation, is minding her own business. Theories upon theories appeared in her mind. Most of said theories are for the source of the Parahuman powers. Her musing from her mind is interrupted by none other than... HER.

"No..." Taylor whimpered as she saw HER. Who is that person? Well. She is a girl, not too black to be able to say the n-word always but enough to be darker than a tan. She wears the biggest tinfoil hat, at least in the shape of Midna's helmet, and she often is accompanied by a loyal mook who denies her involvement whatsoever due to her little crush to HER. Now, that you know what her appearance is... Hmm... Her name? Sophia Hess. The Local Nutjob.

"Yes. Hebert." She hissed Taylor's last name. Of course, if she were to say Taylor's whole name that would take a day after all... Her conspiracy theorist of a mother likes to give her names in case a 'monster who could use her own name against her is going to fight her'. No one's gonna question Anne's sanity nor insanity at that being too specific.

"What do you want?" Taylor softly asked and Sophia, oh boy, Sophia summoned her charts and diagrams out of nowhere. "This!" Sophia uttered with Taylor looking at her charts. "Oh no..." Taylor whimpered once more. "Yes. Now you will hear my theory that Shadow People are among us all!" Sophia shouted, and everyone clapped. Then with a serious face, Sophia continued. "And they are here to hide the aliens!" Everyone didn't clap and merely went on their merry way.

"Seriously, again with the aliens?" Said the Reasonable Greg, the Only Sane Man in the world and totally not Scion in disguise.

"Uh... What?" Taylor uttered with confusion. She then move on to read what Sophia made before turning to her. "This is stupid. I've seen better conspiracies than this one, and they are from the S9." Sophia fumed and shoved her into an empty locker filled with gross conspiracy stuff left behind one day by some idiot, cough Madison cough, who forgot all about it as she believes in the aliens are stealing her mind.

Elsewhere...

"The moon is responsible for the wolves and therefore has aliens!" String Theory shouted at the giant pale woman with tons of wings hovering in the air in a T-Pose. The giant pale angel with too many wings gasped. "Ha! You believed in the moon!?"




Are you WOKE people? Of course not. But if you do? I hope you don't have nightmares in your sleep.
 
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Merchants are literally Merchants. Capes are literally sentient hovering capes and not Parahumans, but they also have powers. PRT stands for Producing Random Things. E88 is just 88 E's. Basically everything is literal in this au.
Ah. Welcome back. Reader... Or an Author? Who cares? No one. Nobody cares. We are all just insignificant cogs to the machine called reality. Of course... That would be a machinist way of thinking things.



"This is my spot." A voice uttered in the dead of the night. Taylor looked and flinched. "Why did it have to be a Cape?" She muttered to herself as she examined the floating sheet filled with ever-shifting markings on it. "Because mom said so? Now go away, this is my brooding spot." The Cape, a literal cape, irritatingly responded upon her question.

Taylor manifested sheets of cloth from her hands and swung from building to building to get to another spot. She is wearing her costume as the Tailor, used to be sidekick of the Knitter. What happened to the Knitter? She got into a car accident. Don't worry, she got better.

When she got to the spot, a broody edgy girl made entirely of shadows looked at her. "Fluffy Cloth Girl, we meet again." Taylor narrowed her eyes at the shadowy girl. "Shadow Stalker." She spat out. Their glares produced lightning that struck a car- "FUCK YOU AS WELL, ZEUS!" -and a person- "MY LEG!" -but all is well into the world.

The two diverted gaze and saw the horror that is the Merchants. "Step right up! Step right up! This is an affordable cooler and it is superbly crafted! Take a look at the curves and feel the texture. It is marvelous! Step right up and it could be yours!" Skidmark spoke in a gentlemanly passion as his assistant, Squealer, began squealing. There were tons of people there. Talking in... Commerce... and... Economics, much to the horror of Shadow Stalker and Taylor.

"Why did it have to be the Merchants?" Taylor said in horror before they heard a noise nearby. They turned towards the noise and immediately froze in fear.

"May I have your attention please?" Lung, the floating Lung, no not a lung but a Lung dragon, asked. "Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?" He asked but not before a tomato hit his place.

"We of the EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE does not care of such matters! ATTACK!" Hookwolf, the wolf with hooks and made out of hooks of varying sizes, shouted. Then suddenly they are attacked with delinquents wielding baseball bats, the literal kind, and chairs.

"Ow! Stop it!" Hookwolf shouted as an Asian bad boy begun to mutter curses and accidentally summoned Satan, who is really a chill guy, then hit Hookwolf again with a literal baseball bat. "OW!" The bat who is on a baseball team shouted.



Meanwhile at the PRT HQ...

"TONIGHT! WE SHALL BUILD A LIBRARY OF DOOM!" The master of arms named Armsmaster shouted and they all rejoiced.




Literalist are either the worst kind people or the best kind of people. Who knows? Doctor Who knows...
 
Just some Daily Ordinary Life of Four Isekai Protags (Everyday Lives of High School Boys/Nichijou/Gamer/Nasuverse/Multicross, Essence CYOA SI, Multi-SI)
You know... Those stories? Those horrible stories that we read in disgust yet we kept crawling back to them? Yes. Those Isekai Stories... I have something like that... But... I wonder what will happen?

I died... Really dead due to some... I forgot. My name, I also forgot. My life? That too, I also forgot. There are some that I didn't forgot. Those are the Essences that I have once sealed away, that are also still sealed away. It is quite sad, really. But when I died, I saw something. A spiralling path that lies before me.

So I walked and walked... Until... I got to a dark place. A scary dark place, like before except without the existential dread that comes along from that void-like area yet also quite familiar. Then I saw light. From that light, I saw two giant hands that pulled me from this dark place.

I blinked and I felt my countless Essences that I have once sealed away slowly leaking out which I immediately closed immediately. But those Essences changed a few parts of me in a briefest of instant. My eyes and very bones.

They are not what I expected. My bones are made of strange eldritch materials filled with countless runes that kept flowing and fading away. As for my eyes? They are inhumane and shifting endlessly albeit slowly.

I looked around, I saw giant people- no. They are ordinary sized people. It was I, who became small. How did I find out? I moved my hands so I can see them and... I twitched my eyes upon realization.

I AM NOT GOING THROUGH PUBERTY AGAIN!

Then again, I might be cute. Cuteness is a weapon, I should use it to my full advantage. I heard a voice, it is filled with disbelief and awe yet filled with maturity and wisened regrets. "Ah... A survivor." ...What the hell? Kirei? Wait, why is everything here on fire!? Where and when the hell am I!?



I realized where I am now. Prisma Illya. Except I became the Julius Ainsworth of this Illyaverse. FUCK! "So. What do you want in your future, Julius?" That person, Ryudou, asked. I looked at him. "Future? Hmm... Something quiet, I suppose. I want an ordinary life..." Those are the words I heard from a distant memory of the past me, yet also caused my classmate to look at me. "What kind of a boring future is that? Do you want to live as a farmer or something!?" He exclaimed and I shrugged briefly.

Timeline-wise... One day before the freaking Class Card event. Seriously, I got those from my... Connections. Notably Zelretch. Turns out he knows who and what am I but he prefers to keep silent about it, something about a vow of silence that my past life made with him when talking about it. He also gave me my past life's Class Cards in the form of Decade Cards for me to use in my KR Decade Belt.

My musings are sliced off to pieces when Shirou arrived. "We've been waiting for you, prick." Ryuudou muttered with me slowly moving to Shirou whilst holding a female uniform. "No..." Shirou said in a dawning horror. "Yes. This is your punishment for being late." Ryuudou is definitely my best friend now.

Now as for what happened next? Let's just say we have blackmail materials now for snacks. The door opened and we saw the our club's President... If you call the Student Council a club that is. "What the hell is going on here on the flipping morning, Vice President Julius!?" That person shouted. Who is that person? Shinji Makiri. No, he is not a Matou, he is literally a Russian version of Shinji. I mean c'mon. He is wearing an Adidas jacket even on hot days.



Ryuudou/SI - Fantasy Isekai Protag, Onmyouji Jumper.
Julius/SI - Hero/Demon King Isekai Protag, Essence CYOA User, Sci-Fi Jumper.
Shirou/SI - Wimp... Actually a legendary Hero Isekai Protag that Zelretch often Isekais to another world. Constant Companion of the two Jumpers. Actually a Sword Enthusiast Jumper.
Shinji/SI - Voyager of Worlds, Suggsverse Jumper. He won the Jumpchain Award for Still Folks for staying a hundred billion years on the Suggsverse Jump before he went to another Jump.


Well. There's that. Now I bid you good night, morning, whatever the time on your place is. But look to the stars and wonder, are they truly the lights up in the sky?
 
Just some Daily Ordinary Life of Four Isekai Protags part 2: Electronic Phat Lewt
Hello there. Of course, you will think of that Prequel Meme when I said those words. Forgive my ramblings, onto the show... I think it is? Bah, humbug.



So the day came. I, Ryuudou, shall exorcise these malevolent card Spirits through the use of firepower. By firepower, I meant Onmyou stuff. I snuck into the Mirror World and hid in one of the areas. I saw Julius hiding who put a finger near his mouth to do a silence gesture.

I have no words, as I noticed Illya and Rin appeared. Then I noticed Shirou nearby doing this. What. Oh hey, Shinji is wearing a policeman outfit and now doing this. what... WHAT...

The Servant manifested and fought Illya and Rin as canon, until Shirou escaped and accidentally stepped on the Servant's head with enough force for it to crash down as he leapt away. Shinji whistled on his whistle while chasing after him.

Julius... Got a popcorn and now watching this unfold. I twitched my eyes. I casually moved near the Servant and slapped a talisman that resulted said Servant to be 'exorcised' into it's basic card self. I looked at the two confused individuals, make that four and I sighed. "Those two's antics are going to drive all of you mad by three days, at minimum. If I were you, just ignore what happened. And if you do need me, I'll be at my house. You know where it is." I rubbed my forehead as Shinji is still chasing Shirou in the distance. "Time to crack open Seimei's Sake of Light stash and brace for impact." Those are the wisest words I've said today.

Three days later... The four; Illya, Miyu, Rin and Luvia; are driven mad by their antics. Despite me going on abnormal fantasy worlds filled with gods and OP people, I'm the only one sane in my group.



There's that. Oh and proverb of the day:
When you see it. Run. It doesn't belong here in this reality. JUST RUN AND FORGET ABOUT IT.
 
Entre [Crossover | Worm x C - The Money of Soul and Possibility of Control]
Reality is a fickle thing. A small cog there and then could be moved in order for things to change. But... What if something horrifying is left untold? The Consequences unfolds right before you. Behold, my friend... The story of an ENTRE! This is yours truly, the Clown of the Finance District, I bid you adieu.

That is one weird clown. Can someone call the Higher Ups to tell me always that we have guests? I don't want to be surprised by these kinds of people. Especially with the creepy clown sighting increase due to the Joker film being out on this year.

There was darkness... And being shoved... and... I shot up from the bed immediately. I shook as memories of what happened slowly disappeared. I looked at my hands before hugging myself. Days were a hectic. The police got involved due to dad and caused a lot of troubles. Dad is short on money even if we managed to sell the house. I- wait, who is that clown?

"Ah. So you are awake?" The clown spoke in a tone that I could describe happy. Is this still a dream? If so. I want to wake up now, please!

Meanwhile...

Number Man looked at the current time. "Where the hell is that clown? He should've been here to pick me up. Eh, I should get a shawarma nearby. I heard they are that good." He then walked there and got a shawarma.



Sorry for the lackluster snippet. I have like several ideas bouncing on my head and every time I want to write a one whole chapter, it always changes to the next idea. My mental muse is rather strong today.
 
Redeemable Deathlord [Arawn / Birthright / Irredeemable / Perfect World (Chen Dong) / GoH / Multicross, CYOA Reincarnated SI]
What makes an act so Irredeemable? Was it the act? Or the person who've done the act? Or perhaps, the ones that believed that act is Irredeemable? The CYOA this snippet has is the same as a different snippet on the site known only as QQ. This is what could've been. An Alternate Path. Instead of being a Magical Overlady filled with lewd thoughts, an example of those thoughts would be handholding... We have a Nightmare Incarnate instead that really wants a normal life and would do everything to have it. Even making an entire omniverse die.

essence cyoa choices
Die Ewigkite
Warlord
Scholar
Mad Doctor?
Crafter
Assassin
Giant
Binder
Archmage
Echidna (Monster: Eleosian)
Dragon
DM
Lich
Dark Lord
Grey Lord
Bright Lord
Kyuubi
Admiral
Primordial: Chaos
Colossus
King
Commander
On second thought, ALL OF THEM

Drawback: Start from the Beginning, Your Origin Story

worm cyoa v3
Godmode
Apprentice: All
Twins: All
Wildcard/s: Power Manipulation, Mythic Lord Physiology, Supernatural Manipulation
Crossover/s: The Thought Robot, Mandrakk the Dark Monitor, KR Ohma Zi-O, KR Decade, KR Eternal, KR Cronus, Dr. Fate (True), Dr. Strange, Zero, X, Mother Elf, Sigma, Ultron, Omega, Hub Form Megaman.EXE, Star Force Megaman, Megaman Volnutt, Megaman, Model W, Model O, Master Albert, White Queen (The Unexplored Summon://Blood-Sign), Black Maw (The Unexplored Summon://Blood-Sign), Colorless Little Girl, Altair (Re:CREATORS), Kyousuke Shiroyama, Higan Meinokawa, Elvast Toydream, Saitama, Azalea Magentarain, Wisdom (The Unexplored Summon://Blood-Sign)
Exalted: Zenith
Gamer
Mad Talent
Servant: All
Words of Power
Powers: All
Advantage/s: All
Disadvantage/s: Without a Map (+1), Reincarnation (+1), Case 53 (+1; whenever an active aspect of the powers, excluding the Essences, are active the following will manifest: faint glowing skin, rapidly appearing and disappearing ever-shifting circuits filled with glowing letters of all known and unknown languages moving parallel to the direction of the circuits' direction, errors and glitches appearing and disappearing all over the body, and Shadowlord Gestalt-like features)

dawn of a demon lord
All...?



Death. It always comes to everything, it is inevitable. As such I am Death. The Destroyer of Worlds. Who am I? Someone who destroyed everything. I fought everyone, destroyed anything in my way. I've won... I'm the only one left... as I ponder, my inevitability, a bright light swallowed me. The light came from a bomb I made. One that would hopefully kill me. I waited and closed my eyes.

...I'm waiting...

...Still waiting...

What the hell? I opened my eyes. Huh? I'm in a room. My current life's room. Since when the sky is filled with stars!? I looked around me. I summoned my sword and looked. I looked mundane for a kid. What the-!? When I blinked my eyes, I became someone else. Someone... familiar... And why do I have the urge to punch myself in the face ten times?! Also this isn't my room!? Where the heck am- This is the Gourd Bottle, isn't it?

...

Wait, it has been said that there are things sealed here. Does that mean? I looked around and smiled. Yes. I could feel them. The souls of those that have died or sealed here. That's it, I'm going to have a little snack. Then I'm going to escape. Definitely gonna escape soon. But first, I donned an old outfit of mine that practically screams "The Endbringer".





This is rather short. Curse the idea machine being broken!
 
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[Worm AU] Please Stop Eating the Hell Butterflies... BB Edition... AKA Please Stop Eating the Dragon Drones.
Ah. Here we are again. Back at the Wilbow-verse, home of... Well. Pretty much those things. Anyways, have you woken enough today?



Contessa, of all people, decided to make a board near the center of Brockton Bay for the on-going things on the city, that later changed to address to people. Due to the shenanigans they made and all of them are one-upping each other. Here is an excerpt of the board.

c's board
Armsmaster - For the last time. Stop trying to hide the fact you have your face on the undies. All of us knows, blame it on the PR.

Piggot - Please exercise otherwise we will have problems.

Alexandria - Stop Eating the Dragon Drones.

Lung - The same above goes for you too. No. I don't want one. Keep that away from me.

Glory Girl - No! You are not the Supreme Goddess of the Overworld! Stop converting people to worship you!

Scion - We are not the ones responsible for the cats. It was Eden's fault.

Eden - Stop putting cats on trees. We get that you are bored and since the time that all shards are now negentropy, you've done nothing but that. But please, PLEASE, stop. Mr. Fluffles is traumatized.

Christner - No, I am not part of any conspiracies whatsoever. Just because I've won the Mayor Election doesn't mean I am with the ones responsible for everything.




Not woken enough for this, huh?
 
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[ZnT/Anigoji] A God Named Ghidorah
Summoning Ritual. This might take place on summer or Hallow's Night- oh dear. Did that giant three headed monster disappeared in a green oval thing? Man. They need to get another one to get the plot going.

I know, right?

Yeah. By the way, have you seen my popcorn, Bill Cipher?

Something about portals and weird sheets of reality crashing together to form a mispronounced nuance of a word that completely moves a portion of reality into another one. In short, a portal.

Fuck.



Where did this has gone wrong? Those are the thoughts of Tifania Westwood as she hid on the closet along with an orphan. She shushed said orphan as the men searched the place. Her heart stopped when she saw a man reaching to the closet... 'Someone, anyone. Help!' She mentally screamed.

Reality is a really fickle thing, just like fate, in the notion of a popcorn and a three headed dragon being lost in space and time, several units of the multiverse are moved to the left. Thus, Arthur Dent fell from the building as a bowl of petunias fell as well then as fickility of fate have it, reality itself moved to the left again and Arthur Dent was saved from becoming a paste in the ground. The same goes to the bowl of petunias.

Of course, as consequences of those actions. Tifania Westwood, in her very core, accidentally unleashed a magic of the summoning variety and summoned the long-lost three-headed dragon from earlier. And at that moment, in another world, a god named Gojira is heavily confused on how sudden the disappearance of his foe is.

Tifania's eye began to bleed as she heard a mighty roar outside. The storm came suddenly and tore the Orphanage, piece by piece. Then as suddenly it came, it disappeared. She moved out of the closet with the orphan. What she saw bore through her mind. A three-headed dragon commanding the very sky looking down upon her. Little did she know, that is merely an avatar of a god like no other.

The Bearer of the Mind of God has manifested once more.



Hello? Yes. It's me, again. I like to report of a popcorn disappearing in a green oval thing- portal. Green oval portal... What do you mean it got isekai'd to another world as a demon king!?
 
Rise of a Sword Returnee [Rise of the Shield Hero x Douluo Dalu, Essence SI?] (WIP)
Isekai...A freaking epidemic that exists solely to show everyone that a freaking 'Author Avatar' is not totally an SI... Or something like that?

Note: This is still WIP. The saved draft often glitches the story out whenever I save something.
Essences Used
Warlord
Scholar
Mad Doctor
Dungeon Master
Assassin
Archmage
Echidna
Dragon
Lich
Bright Lord
Dark Lord
Grey Lord
Admiral
Colossus
King
Commander
Home
Shinobi
Heroic Spirit
Exalted: Endings
Die Ewigkite
Monster Master
Titan Shifter
Sorcerer Lord
Planeswalker
Demon Emperor
Elements
Brain
Summoner
Shape
Mirror
Spiral
Nomad
Blank
Adventurer
Immortal
Cultivator
Phoenix
Oneself
Evolution
Force
Determination
Ideal Self
Inviolate Self
Superhuman: Silver Samurai
Super Soldier
Slayer
Smasher
Z-Fighter: Saiyan
Broker
Gacha
Vault
Rule Breaker: Jumpchain, Unlimited CYOA


Jumps Completed
Generic First Jump

Rise of the Shield Hero
-Replace Sword Hero

Douluo Dalu
-Origin: Independent Martial Soul

Jojo's Bizarre Adventures
-Stand Name: Galderia

Jorge Joestar

Everyone is a Returner
-Location: Earth


Spirit Weapon CYOA
Main: Blade -Long Sword-
Sub: Blade -Scythe-
Passive: All
Active: All


A stab through the heart is all that I felt when I woke up in this place. I clenched my head as memories of a betrayal, a murder, a lone shield and a B͖̜̐́I̺̣̹̖̠̊ͦ͑͐ͯͪ͒͝ͅT̴̤͓̅̽ͧ͆̈́ͣC̸̬͔͈̦͔͇͈͋ͫ̋ͫ̍H͈̼͉̘̮̞͛ͪ͛͢ appeared on my head... Which aren't my memories at all. No. They were my memories, but this life's memories aren't mine. Memories not my own flowed through my mind and I saw things different from the previous ones.

"This is new." A voice appeared out of nowhere. What the... Who's there!? "I am here... I think? No. I am here, yet I am not. This is stranger than I thought it would be." The voice uttered once more. Huh? What do you mean? "Look at your hand." I did, to my surprise due to a sword on my hand. It is just a black sword, nothing more... Nothing less. I looked at the sword with intent and some sort of screen appeared.

[Storm Bringer, ??? Rank]
 
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[Worm] If all Undersiders are all Philosophers...
I am staring at a skull in deep thought... Why do people stare at skulls at deep thought?




"My friends. We are here to discuss about our next plans to undermine the uncouth gangs of Brockton Bay as per our former benefactor's orders." Grue spoke with a rumbling of shadows functions as his own throat.

"Ah, mine own valorous sir. Such bethought of ideas has't did achieve consensus f'r our plans of ruling Brockton Bay with such intellectual minds." said the Shakesperean as he looks upon the skull of Coil in deep thought.

"Anyone likes burgers? Of course, burgers are a means to feed the hunger... But are we really feeding ourselves? Is the stomach our own true minds? I wonder..." Thus Aisha was ignored again...

Tattletale merely face-palmed.

As for Rachel... "Whit th' buck is gonnae oan haur? i've bin it fur thee days an' ye fowk killed uir boss? whit th' actual buck? okay, ye ken whit? i'll gang it wi' mah dogs tae contemplate th' meanin' ay life, ye silly fucks." She's a Scottish Philosopher.
 
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