The Girl Across the Street (Invincible/Worm)

Boo-Boos
Boo-Boos​
He roared with an intensity that would shake even the stars above.

His anger to the absolute extreme after journeying across the cosmos, hoping to sate his battle lust and hunger for the most honorable, deadliest fight, only to be thrown away as if he did not matter at all.

Pain and humiliation coursed through his veins as his eyes grew bloodshot with rage. The last thing he ever saw was the green-hooded warrior looking at him as he leaped into battle. Ready to land his mace onto his foe only to be thrown away by an invisible force jettisoning him through a green rectangular doorway…

"WHAT!??"

… but it shut faster than he could ever react the moment he even tried to push himself back through it by displacing the air behind him. He was now trapped in a free-fall. The atmosphere, the scent, and its appearance were nearly similar to the place that he once was, only that the clouds were far paler in color and the skies were not with their bluish tint.

Thokk helplessly fell through the clouds as the atmosphere slowly burned the tips of his fur. The speeds that he was cast in went higher and higher with each second while he angrily continued to roar in defiance at the cowardice of this world's supposed strongest champion. He had not heard of this 'Eidolon' that these locals hailed but given how widely they praised his prestige, he thought he had found his most worthy adversary to sate his lust for a worthy battle.

Yet the fool was a coward! A god's damned coward!

He had left their match with barely an interaction as his mere stare horribly burned Thokk's blood for how insignificant he seemed to the man. He wanted to break his bones, drink his blood, curse his bloodline to the fiery pits of hell for the atrocity he committed upon him, but he had no ability to do that for he was now coursing through the clouds, about to crash onto the ground with a earth-shattering blow.

He would hunt this man, make sure to battle him, and end him regardless if he posed a challenge, but for now… he needed to recuperate.

Rage was only useful if honed in the right direction.

He had to think, and comprehend his next action before-

BRWASH!

"ACK!"

"OOF!"

Thokk's body crashed against another as the impact and the speed of his own caused the two to scatter in opposite directions. Thokk lost hold of his axe as it sailed through the air along with the white blur from earlier. With his momentum now reduced and his trajectory wildly different than before he was then forced through a direction that led him to a collection of dilapidated and recently destroyed buildings on fire.

BRWAAAKKAASHHH!!!

His body sailed through the walls with barely any resistance as his body skidded multiple times before stopping finally when he smashed the butt of his mace onto the ground. Twenty or so buildings collapsed under their own weight in the aftermath as he heard the locals run in fear or succumb to the collateral damage of his unintentional burst of destruction.

It did not take long to recover from this momentary setback, however, as he graciously stood back up and shook off the last of the rubble and dust from his fur. He then huffed his chest and looked towards the sky. The scent of this world was suddenly different. There was more smoke… blood… and death. It was as if the peaceful nature of this world was suddenly flipped into something more chaotic. Belching smoke rose from the cityscape as far as his eyes could see…

Screams and various other panicking civilians being heard from his ears while a rumble, felt from even the distance he was in was felt.

Was time accelerated? In some cultures, beings had the possession of technologies greater than even his kind, but none of them had any hold with the inevitability that was time.

Where was he transported? Was he in this world's more conflict-ridden lands?

Did he get thrown into a wasteland for this 'Eidolon' to test his mettle before he could finally challenge him? Did the coward think he was an insignificant challenger? Did he-

"E-Excuse me… if you're here to help we need to leave this instant."

The voice belonged to a lithe female, oddly wearing the color pink as she sported a nearly shaved head while helping another civilian. Her eyes were cast with so much war-torn emotion and desperation that Thokk was momentarily reminded of the chaos within his own world before he ended them completely.

She looked worse for wear, rags cloaking her entire form while she was wounded in many parts of her body. Everybody behind her shared the same weary looks, even a set of machines that were pointing weapons at him.

It seemed like these people were very desperate and were running away from something…

But from what?

"Child… from what are you running from?" he said, his voice low enough to sound non-threatening but due to his biology and build it came out as subtly terrifying. The people behind the girl stepped back in wariness but she remained resolute.

"We're evacuating from the fighting… M-Mar- I mean, Invincible and Omni Man are being held back by the best of us..."

Almost as if on cue, the ground around them shook as an echo of a massive hit reverberated around them. The shockwave flew over everybody's shoulders as Thokk realized that something, with the strength of that nature was fighting in the direction these people were running from.

"Your champion, I presume… is this champion named Eidolon?" Thokk asked as the bloodlust began to ebb back into his form. Excitement littered his face as a grin manifested. That grin made the young woman frown in confusion.

"N-No… Immortal. He's… gotten stronger for some reason these last few days…" the girl said as if recalling a terrible memory as small murmurs behind him began to take root. The ground shook again as a faint scream from an almost inhuman sound emerged.

It only served to make Thokk further excited, his prepuce constricting underneath his trousers while the young woman reflexively reacted to the thundering battle happening away from them.

"Strong… how, Child? If this is a battle truly for the ages, then my participation might buy you all the time to escape." He offered as she looked at him, narrowing her eyes.

"W-What?"

"Speak now, child… while the battle is still far away from us." He reiterated as another rumble was felt.

"I… I don't know a few days ago he could barely battle Omni Man and Invincible but he suddenly got powers… something I can't understand myself, h-he just became stronger the more he fought like a-

"I'LL KILL YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! MURDERERS! FIENDS! INVADERS!!!"

An inhuman roar was heard with such intensity that it shattered the glass of the nearby broken buildings while the people around Thokk covered their ears both in fear and pain from its volume.

"I'LL KILL YOU ALLLL!!!"

Thokk smiled as he placed his mace on his shoulder, having decided. He would not have Eidolon for now, but hearing and understanding what this 'Immortal' was, he was now lusting for the ability to best them or die trying so that he could finally face the monster that brought him to this hell.

Yes… Thokk was pleased.

Perhaps this world was his dream incarnate.

"Leave… quickly, Child. Run fast as your legs can take you for I will go into battle with glee in my heart." He said as he bared his maw with all his teeth clear to everybody's eyes. Without further ado, he leaped into the air, bursting the ground from all the strength in his legs as he was launched forward, gripping his mace tightly as he proceeded to move towards the battle in haste.

Landing across the tops of multiple buildings, he finally saw a glimpse of the battle.

"ACK!!!"

BRWOUM!!!

Dust and debris were kicked up high into the air like a massive explosion as an individual was thrown into the maw of a horrendously large crater while buildings and various other structures around them crumbled into nothing.

There, in the center was a heavily wounded blue and yellow-clothed teen who was bloodied to an extreme degree as a dark, heavy shadow loomed over his wake.

"Ugh… D-Dad I… n-need help." He pleaded as Thokk saw it.

"MURDERERS!!! FIENDS! ENEMIES! DIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

It was barely a lifeform in appearance. Skin almost blackened and in various states of disrepair and toughness that eclipsed even the worst looking lifeforms he had seen in the Cosmos. Multiple arms, or digits of various kinds ranging from fingers, legs, or even a horrible amalgamation of both littered their form like an abomination of the worst of imaginations…

Eyes, red and white littered its appendages, and multiple heads sprang from its back while hair, fur, and various other extremities seemingly blended into a crooked entity that looked in pain and in absolute rage over its existence.

Teeth and maws littered its form as its arms, numbering in the half of a hundred or so raised up in quick succession as the conjoined heads, numbering more than thirty howled in unison.

Its rhythm sounded like the symphony of the damned.

"YOU AND YOUR FATHER! OMNI-MAN DIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

The teen was in no position to escape nor defend himself as those arms ranging from muscly to lanky across many forms and appendages came down upon him like a storm of unbridled pain.

BRWOUM! BRWOUM! BRWOUM! BRWOUM! BRWOUM!

It was a ferocious fury of attacks that varied in speed until the abomination picked up the teen and with its unified appendages threw him around, making him crash multiple structures and buildings before raising him high into the air again, helplessly and throwing him back down to the ground with supreme force.

BRWOUUUUUUSHHHHH!!!

It was like one of those powerful, high-precision bombs had ripped the surface clean as Thokk watched with glee.

The abomination then threw the teen away and whether he was still alive or dead to Thokk it did not matter, he folded his feet and leaped high into the air.

Mace in hand and at speeds that were slightly imperceptible even to the abomination, he slammed his weapon forward down to the center of the abomination's mass.

BRWOUUUSHHLLLKK!!!

A thundering roar of debris and dust was thrown high up into the atmosphere as blood and various extremities bathed Thokk.

He had squashed and destroyed multiple heads and appendages in one blow…

"HAHAHHAAHHAHAHAAHHA!!!"

Yet before he could celebrate further, the created gash of blood from the abomination burst outward as multiple freshly wet and mucous-lined arms burst from the body as it rapidly knitted itself back again while creating a carapace to cover the place where an injury was once placed.

The appendages grabbed Thokk with a surprising amount of strength and slammed him into the ground, holding him still.

BRWOUSH!

"HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA" Thokk continued to laugh as the abomination's eyes looked at him.

"WHO ARE YOU???!!! FIEND? BETRAYER? OMNI-MAN??!!!"

It roared in its face while Thokk roared back.

He then bit the appendages holding him down, ripping them to free him from the abomination's grasp, and folded both his legs to deliver a devastating, brutal kick at his enemy to force him away.

BRAACSKKKHHLL!!!

The abomination, greater in size he was compared to Thokk exploded away from him as he stood up and wiped the trickle of blood from his lips. The enemy was great, still far from his most difficult challenge but given that it grew stronger with each engagement…

"FIEND!!! DIEEEEEEEE!!!" it screamed as it barreled towards him.

…then Thokk smiled with pure utter joy knowing that this would be one of the most memorable fights that his long life had ever experienced thus far and once he beat this, he could face Eidolon on even ground.

"COME AT ME!" he screamed as he raised his mace again and barreled towards his enemy too.

Their embrace of death would shatter and remake the world a dozen times over in the span of weeks.

"Taylor… why are you hugging me?" Mark asked her as she only proceeded to embrace him further.

Mark blushed red from the gesture as he smiled.

He put an arm around her as well, tucking her close.

"It was just a small boo-boo Tay… Mom said it'll heal right up!"

She responded by humming, but not in agreement.

He then chuckled at her response as he leaned his head against hers.

"Don't you worry about me! I'm big and strong now, remember? I can fly and shoot… uh, beams! I'll be the strongest hero for you and the world and I'll be able to protect everyone without issue." He promised as she hummed again.

He then rubbed her back to calm her down.

"I won't be hurt again… I promise you that, just so I can see you smile, okay?"

He then felt her relax, a small smile appearing on her face.

They then separated for a moment until Mark took her hand.

"You have to promise me something though…"

She tilted her head at him to his words, undoubtedly curious.

"…that you won't put yourself in danger… like, ever, okay? I'm big and strong with powers, but you're just… you. My best friend. I don't want my best friend to be hurt." He kindly said as she slowly formed a smile on her precious face.

To his surprise, she poked his nose with her finger before she giggled.

Mark followed suit after the girl finally decided that her 'Coruscant Knave' would not share the fate of all the various terrible outcomes of his future in this timeline. She was sure of it.

She would make them both smile…

"Dork…" he teased.

… so that they could learn more [DATA].

"Everybody ready?" Cecil Stedman said as he looked at some members of the Guardians of the Globe present for this very important meeting. The Immortal, Dark Wing and War Woman stood near them as questions still plagued their minds.

"I have no question of their good deeds, Cecil, but I have to admit this is excessive." Immortal asked, his concerns clear on his face as his comrades agreed.

"Are we all truly that paranoid to snoop into their privacy like this?" War Woman said as Cecil glanced and reacted to her question.

"A trio of nobodies with powers beyond our scope is something worth badgering privacies for, War Woman. Regardless of the good they represent. You of all people know that the world doesn't work on black and white and I'm keen to make sure our new friends are actually on our side."

"I have no doubts that they are, but why us? Omni-Man being here would be secure enough to keep talks stable." Dark Wing suggested as Cecil sighed.

"He's off to Space, saying that he had an errand… I don't have the details, but he won't be back in a few weeks." His words surprised the trio and they were about to expand the conversation further until Donald tapped his shoulder when out of nowhere, within the confines of their secure GDA facility, a door was opened in reality with a slightly green tint.

It was dark at first until a figure stepped out… revealing a familiar woman in a helmeted gray costume and cape sporting a neutral expression on her lips.

"Greetings… we've been expecting you all."

AN: Ah, at least ol' Crawler's powers are now used for good in an alternate timeline.
 
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Wha-

you gave Immortal CRAWLER'S power??? You madman.

And we got Mark trying to protect the fragile... entity... gonna be a fun wakeup call.

Tiny correction, you said "he poked his nose with her finger before she giggled." I think that's supposed to be "she poked," if Taylor's poking Mark.
 
...Did they steal Taylor? Is that why– oh wait, Post-GM. Uh. There goes theory 'Contessa somehow found out that Taylor saves the world and decided to tell the Triumvirate to go raise her in a different universe and that's why Legend isn't here with them, because he has morals.'

Did Hero just not die? Is this not original Hero? Aren't the other two supposed to be dead too? Did they all fake it? Is Legend not here because he's with the Wardens? Questions for the ages. I'm so confused. Great stuff.
 
Excerpts After G-Day 1
Q: Do you remember anything, after you took those two, vital shots?

A: I'm… unsure. I remember holding the trigger, but the reason and motivation for it… is gone.

Q: Elaborate? If you can, of course.

A: Have you ever felt as if your life was just a sham? Like nearly every decision, memory, and choice was ripped out of it, but only in very keen, specific parts. It's a miracle I can even talk, lest converse with you. Though yes, imagine as if your brain was a house of cards and someone carefully removed pieces of it without breaking or collapsing the foundations…

Q: Everything is lost then?

A: Again, I don't know why I still exist and live normally as I have… I feel hollow yet free in a way that I have never felt before. It's as if a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders and there's no voice at the back of my head telling me what to do.

Q: What is this symbol?

<Shows Omega>

A: I don't know what that is…

Q: Are you sure? You were found in the epicenter of it all. Lost alike many of us…

A: I still don't know…

Q: I see.

A: Can I ask a question?

Q: Please…

A: Where did the Angel go?

[Subject collapsed and returned to a coma after this conversation. Due to shortages of both power and medical equipment, it is unsure whether she will survive through the ordeal. - Y]
 
Recovery
Recovery​
Combing his unruly hair felt strange.

Nor was the idea of making himself look 'good' in general. Posed by decades of literally having one of the heaviest responsibilities any man would hold as a burden, trying to make oneself attractive or acceptable felt alien.

He had no illusions of being a handsome individual, nor did he consider himself actively attractive both in personality and form for he didn't have such trivial thoughts back then. He didn't aspire beyond being a self-proclaimed savior or a complicated, albeit flawed silver bullet against an enemy mankind was incapable of defeating.

Values instilled in him warped him into something tragic. A legacy that he was not able to complete and an objective that was no longer feasible.


He stared at the notification ping from his phone after wiping his face from a short wash. The sink received droplets of those dews as he came face to face with his reflection. In all likelihood, he didn't like seeing his face. From the thinning hair and morbidly calloused expression, he felt as if memories of a time long before seemingly tried to snatch him back.

A time when he could barely even shave, eat, or even shit for himself.

A time when purpose and meaning were absent, and what made him cling day to day was the hope that his ailments were a sign that he could be something else beyond his limitations. A painful thought that kept him coming, no, limping on in a body that was its own form of purgatory.

Those reminders still stick on his face, his presence, and his demeanor.

This is why sometimes, he felt as if wearing the mask was its own positive dissociation. An identity separate from himself that he always wished to come back to so that he would never see the frail man underneath.

W: You're being depressed again, aren't you? Come on… dad. You're better than that.

The annoying ping of another notification made him frown. Groaning in discomfort he looked at himself again. Wearing a pricey suit that he would not bother to buy at all if not for this occasion and some other trinkets that would make him… acceptable.

Why in the world was he bothering to humor this little charade?

He was at worst, his most painfully honest and brutal critic and he did not like what he was seeing. He looked ugly, stupidly plain, and out of place in this pathetic excuse of dressing up. His parents, at least what he could remember of them, always told him that beauty was beyond that of looks. Yet given how he lived his life in a miserable state of work without finding the time to even humor such prospects, nor did he expect to in the first place, he found those words of encouragement… idiotic.

Pointless, probably as well.

W: You have a wonderful voice, Dad. Always remember that. You could make people feel scared just by speaking in a room. You were pretty cool like that.

He huffed at that message as he picked his phone up and began typing.

D: And pray tell, how does that help me with my current situation?

W: Oh, by quite a lot actually… but the main goal tonight is just to have fun.

Groaning again, he pocketed his phone, wishing to silence the device but he knew it was pointless. She was relentless if need be and after… the event took place, she was now carefully overprotective of him. Miserably so in his case…

"Ugh. Fucking hate this."

…but he had no choice but to utterly go with it. Especially when what was on the line.

Still, it erred him to no end looking at himself at how much he had fallen from grace, personally, with all of these stupid antics.

Living a more mentally healthy, happy life? Sure, why not?

If he were a normal person to begin with, anyway…

W: And rightfully so… Dad. If anything, I want you to be happy. I'm already jealous I can't do much on my end and A is already having fun with hers, so… just do me a favor and just try. I assure you that you won't regret it.

How she could make phone messages have italics to stress some words still felt bizarre to him. Least of all how they were connected. A fact that he was shocked to learn he could not sob or even mourn for. His friends may have been part of the reason why he was more stable today, but given even Keith was no longer with them, they were much more down to their own devices nowadays.

In Rebecca's and Clark's case, they were a lot closer than before.

Which is why now he was in this situation. All because he was the one person in the group who needed something normal in his life and to have something alternative to cling to other than the 'greater purpose' thrust upon his shoulders.

He was no longer the Titan Atlas it seemed, holding the world on his back (at least it was no longer the case for the most part). He was now merely Prometheus, forced to watch the aftermath of his pointless struggle, admitting to himself that any of his efforts were… for naught.

Well at the very least everybody wasn't dead.

And all of his existential crises were just the result of him not adapting to anything 'normal in the first place. Maybe it was that.

Or maybe, he was just an idiot for even doing this.

W: Oh God, Dad stop with the neurotic self-deprecation. Just admit it that you're nervous over something as simple as a date. You can fight cosmic horrors night and day but you're seemingly hard-pressed to walk out of the bathroom and get to the restaurant to meet a girl.

Fuck her, sincerely, fuck her.

Groaning for probably the last time that night, the man specifically known as the Strongest Hero of Planet Earth looked at himself in the mirror and took out the bouquet of flowers he was to bring and tried... tried to smile.

W: See? You're a natural.

He looked ridiculous.

It was nearing an hour as he sat at his table in what this world calls its most prestigious formal restaurant chain around the world. Mostly because of the good food apparently and because according to Clark, they were owned by an 'Underworld Boss whose secret identity is a world-class chef'. The NEPEA act didn't exist here, so things like that despite it being blatantly obvious were legal even in North America.

The infamous GDA was much more lenient than it used to be.

Whatever information was briefed to him by his friends, it seemed that it wasn't totally necessary to initiate protocols as tight as Cauldron had once enacted on Earth Bet here given the threats that seemed, relatively minor to what they once dealt.

Still, it felt odd looking at how cape life and normal life blended nearly seamlessly here with little fear or concern for anything majorly threatening to the civilian population. Oh, there were major threats that existed here. Some were very murderous compared to the more prominent 'gimmick villains' who focused more on being a nuisance to heroes compared to being nefarious and legitimately malicious by nature.

The protectors were no slouch either, their highs were consistent with what the best the Protectorate once offered and in some cases were on Rebecca's level or more, but they lacked a certain hard-pressed quality that kept most of the unruly supervillain folk in check.

The Triumvirate and Protectorate were never perfect in achieving the same as well, yes, but any one of them gave a certain depth of intimidation that forced some people to act nicely on the principle of alerting their ire.

Only one hero in this world seemed to give off that aura, and it was the alien.

No, not the harmless extraterrestrial in this world's equivalent of the Triumvirate, but the solo, one-man mission individual that was this Omni Man.

"…" he paused as he looked around the busy restaurant. Wishing to take his thoughts elsewhere as he saw people of various kinds enjoying their nights. From couples to families, it seemed the energy was much merrier than his current situation.

Looking at his watch he noticed that it now struck the one-hour mark.

He had not eaten yet for he was still waiting for his date but found himself… lonely.

He continued to stare at the closest couple beside his table who were flirting like mad with each other, his enhanced perceptions and senses occupying one of the slots made him quickly realize that the two were exuding a degree of pheromones that would probably lead to a wild night in the sheets.

"Hm." He hummed as he thought about that last word. He looked away from the couple as he saw the empty chair across him and the lonely flowers sitting awkwardly in her chair because he had no knowledge of proper etiquette in interactions such as this.

There was no need to back then…

But seeing the smiles, faces, and joy that seemed to make this night something to remember for most people here, he found himself overwhelmed with a sense of longing. He frowned as he looked at his watch and towards the empty seat before him.

A bottle of wine was placed on his left that was nearly finished and a glass that was half-full.

He realized that he had been drinking alone all this time while waiters awkwardly looked at him as they passed by noticing that he was in fact… alone, for the rest of the night.

His date had not arrived, nor did it seem like she would ever come at all.

It left David with a sense of shock to his senses as after all his musings about his own worries, affairs, and focus when pressed into something as simple as a date, he found himself strangely disappointed. Not in himself, mind you… but for the fact that this was his first time…

…and nobody came.

Much as he wished to deny it, it ragged on him as he continued to stare at his watch and heavily sighed. Anxious thoughts started drifting into his mind again as the usually chatty companion he had who frequently messaged him on the phone was silent for the whole thing.

Glancing at the couple again and their pearl-white smiles, he imagined himself in that position. Not because he yearned for it, but… because after forcing himself to watch nearly every person that he knew around him became a lot lighter, calmer, and happier while he continued as is felt oddly lonely and hollow.

He had once sacrificed his own happiness to save the world, yet now when he tried to find some degree of happiness for himself, he was left with nothing.

He wasn't a stickler for love, that's for sure, but perhaps wishing for normal, human interaction outside of his friends was something he needed to fix his neurotic, anxious self.

"Excuse me…" he said to the closest waiter after placing money on the table.

Or perhaps it wasn't meant to be for his case.

Flying across the emptier parts of the Houston plains, David lamented on his own silence.

He hovered himself over one of the larger rock formations and sat on it as he watched in the distance the lights of the closest city. Where city folk lived on with their own mundane lives, peacefully getting by day to day with little to no issue while he was here, thinking.

Thinking of what better things to do in order to distract him from his own thoughts.

His companion had not sent anything back yet, he figured that they were-

W: I hope you enjoy tonight, Dad. Try not to make it awkward.

D: The hell do you mean by that? Nobody came.

W: Hm? Is that what you really think?

He was about to text back when a gust of wind almost near-instantaneously manifested behind him by a few meters and through his enhanced perception and senses a silhouette of a woman formed in his head.

Instantly, his mood became sour.

D: You have got to be fucking kidding me.

W: ;p

"Warrior. I hear you are this world's champion. It's mightiest, as the words amongst the stars say… so rejoice! The Viltrum Empire commends you. Our peacekeeping Imperium sent me to welcome you to the fold. Your feats are worthy and steadfastly remarkable to become one with our-

David flew away, not even giving a shit or facing her entirely.

Much to his expectation he felt her becoming appalled and insulted at his actions.

With her flight speed, she seemingly appeared in front of him.

"Halt! You will stop this instant. I come in a measure of peace! And you spat in my face as if I were insignificant. Have you no shame?" she said.

He looked at her through his mask. Adorned in mostly white attire, hugging her admittedly well-maintained female form and sporting a face that looked beautiful, if not dangerous… David felt unimpressed. After seeing so much in your life, something as beautiful as a human-looking Amazon who can fly, and punch stuff was abysmally low on the scale of things he would find himself being impressed with.

Ignoring her again he grunted as he flew around her, increasing his speed slightly until she angrily grabbed his cape. Prompting him to stop.

"Foolish human! You are facing a Viltrumite! The most powerful species in the universe. Far lesser people would wish to be in my presence just to take one look at me, yet you ignore me as if I wasn't there."

He turned to her, still silent, and sighed. Seeing that she caught his attention she smirked and let go of his cape, placing both hands on her hips as she proudly introduced herself.

"I am known as Anissa. One of the champions of my homeworld Viltrum. Protector of a dozen planets. A legend in many of them. As an impromptu ambassador between our two species. I wish to meet the man who this world praises with such intensity for both his prowess and power." She amicably said as she offered him her hand.

He stared at it.

"And I should care… why specifically?"

He saw her eye twitch. Oh, he wanted this night to end already.

"No… I'm taking back what I said, forgive me… but you're literally the sixteenth being from another world that's done this song and dance to challenge me because of my moniker and I'm here to ask you specifically if you're worth my damn time."

Anissa rescinded her offered hand as her features turned into a silent, subtly angry frown.

She had been disrespected ever since she first arrived to greet him, and she would not let any of it continue. David on the other hand, merely turned away in annoyance as she curled a fist.

Without warning, at least to her perspective she drove a fist with enough strength to destroy a small mountain towards his head but was left with a surprise when David's second slot activated.

"WHAT?!"

Anissa's fist drove through the back of David's head but instead of splattering it like any other worthless being in the Universe, reality seemed to bend across her arm as space warped around it comically like David's head became clay.

She was never able to pierce through the anomalous field of reality her fist drove into and was met with another esoteric, completely shocking effect to the Viltrumite.

The space around her arm vibrated as her body absorbed it all until…

FRAKA-THOOOOOOOMMMM!!!

She exploded away and was forced through the rock formation below them and shattered into a rather large destructive crater that if they weren't in the emptier parts of Houston, they could have broken a town or two just from the impact.

Dust and a cloud of smoke rose through the air as David hovered over a shocked Anissa who had a trickle of blood drip from the side of her lips.

David's second slot was a reactive space-time anomaly covering his form that could refract and redirect any sort of energy or attack right back at the assailant trying anything against him. Given the energy and power behind one punch that she had conjured, the refracting effect against her was returned at her twofold.

He readied his fists as they glowed green, his main slot humming within his head as he watched Anissa smile back in glee while wiping her lips of the blood there.

All the while one text message was on David's phone.

W: I told you; you'd enjoy your night.


"Fancy looking place. Tech looks fairly more advanced than anything I've seen so I'm a bit surprised this was hidden so long. Least of all from my eyes." Cecil admitted as he looked around the place, they stepped into from the strange rectangular portal earlier.

His escort, the three Guardians of the Globe members similarly shared his thoughts.

Alexandria, the mysterious helmeted woman that took the world by storm continued to give off a very mysterious neutral tone towards her guests as what part of her face was revealed to them left little to any sort of read that any of the four could muster.

Even Cecil quickly determined that the woman was trained in the art of keeping things close to the chest. The kind of talent that he knew was rare, even in his field given that she was not exuding any sort of cues that would give him the necessary info to discern her at a glance.

"It should be. The world should never know of this place, or of the reality of its construction." The woman finally said, putting the heroes with a degree of concern but merely raising an eyebrow in Cecil's case.

"Any reason for that?" War Woman probed.

The two heroines shared glances at each other as Alexandria was about to speak until a golden glow of energy passed through the guests as if scanning them, and then another voice joined the fray to answer that question.

"Security reasons for the most part… and no, please don't mind her. She takes everything way too seriously. We're all friends here. Allies even. We're just doing everything we can to make it absolutely certain that whatever we have here… doesn't endanger the world we're all here to protect."

Cecil instantly recognized the man. Hero, he foolishly called himself. The Golden-armored man used extensive technology that was indiscernible even to his analysts. It was like there was a pre-emptive black box to his creations and it frustrated him and Donald to no end.

"Wait… you said, 'you don't wish to spill whatever you have here to our world'… what the hell does that mean?" Dark Wing asked.

The golden projectors above ceased their lights as Hero's face turned serious.

"To make it simple to you guys, we're no longer on Earth. At the very least, the version of Earth you call as home."

AN: Yay. More friends and another girl gets to HALP.
 
For some reason I don't remember the previous chapters much, but this chapter kind of reveals a lot of stuff? Is the Simurgh also here? Eidolon now actually paying attention to his world ending children rather than fruitlessly beating them up lmao?

Did Hero, Eidolon, and Alexandria get resurrected? Since Legend isn't here and he was the only survivor in canon worm. Or did he just take Hero's place in death?

Also was it confirmed or not that Taylor's (adopted) parents were Alexandria and Hero? I don't remember.

Tftc
 
Erm. If you have a guy who lives in houston and knows the area he's not gonna be talking about the "huston plains"

Depending on how far from the fight took place, a good target for her to be cratering is the site of the old astro-world theme park. Large empty area near downtown. Inland she might splash into lake conroe, or Sam Houston national forest. East near the coast there is turtle bayou. She might have been spotted flying in over galveston.
 
Erm. If you have a guy who lives in houston and knows the area he's not gonna be talking about the "huston plains"

Depending on how far from the fight took place, a good target for her to be cratering is the site of the old astro-world theme park. Large empty area near downtown. Inland she might splash into lake conroe, or Sam Houston national forest. East near the coast there is turtle bayou. She might have been spotted flying in over galveston.
Sorry, as someone who's never been there, the geography of the place, based on your words seems more packed than I assumed.
Will it be okay to stay as is, or no? I can always edit it to be another place.
 
Sorry, as someone who's never been there, the geography of the place, based on your words seems more packed than I assumed.
Will it be okay to stay as is, or no? I can always edit it to be another place.
There are empty places they could fight. I'm just saying maybe take a look at google maps and referencing actual geography might make it a more interesting segment.
 
For sure and thank you for pointing that out. Much appreciated.
There's plenty of good setpieces in the Huston area, for instance the abandoned astroworld theme park. (although technically IRL it was torn down into a parking lot, but hey, alternate earth, you can retcon that). And there large oil processing industry in the area means you have lots of big explosion opportunities. There are also lots of highway flyovers that make for good hero saving a car from plumeting material.
 
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Rebecca stares at the footage on the screen. The 'room' was designated for their four otherworldly visitors as they discussed amongst themselves the reveals and tour both she and Clark had given them. That entire ordeal was done about sixty-seven minutes ago, and they were still talking amongst each other at great length and immersion as it was clear through the footage that they were all distressed, psychologically and mentally speaking. The small snippets and cues that only she could decipher through her Thinker ability were at full force as even without audio of their discussion, she had a good idea as to what the people inside were talking about.

Ordinarily, if it was just down to her, the audio in the room would be present for them both to hear, but because of Clark's presence and the fact that he had won that argument over this earlier in breakfast, forced her to let him lead this whole meeting in earnest. Some of his arguments were practically correct in a sense, but since these were new people, people they had no idea whether they could trust wholeheartedly, the whole ordeal just became a waste for her.

Impracticality at its finest, even.

Though then again, it was he who won that argument and they were not strapped for time to introduce this to the local Earth they were now stuck in. Trust had to come from somewhere and relatively speaking, the people of this world, at the very least its defenders, were genuine in their efforts to actually protect both its interests and safety. It reminded her of their own, initial idea that they propagated and cultivated with both efficiency and tact even if admittedly, it had flaws in its conception. The Protectorate and how Parahuman relations were fostered were their brainchild, not just as a deterrent for something that they all were fundamentally scared of, but of the genuine interests of making sure that the world would become a better place.

It's just that as the years went by, those naïve, complacent thoughts of change and ultimately, hope were dashed away for efficiency. Efficiency that worked beyond what human comprehension could fathom, whose goal was ultimately fixed on one certain thing. Utilitarianism at its most clear and hard-pressed point.

Morality was a construct, one that she subscribed to with pure intentions when she watched her own self deteriorate on the hospital bed, hoping for a better future, praying even, knowing that it was for naught. Wishing by any means possible for her to make that difference, to make others see that if she could make it, everyone could.

Those constructs were pushed away to the side, if need be, and what was left were choices. Efficient choices. Numbers on a page. Statistics that her mind processed were of the better outcome and thinking machine, in the form of a lost colleague that was their compass in a dark, unsettling storm. One of which they cradled humanity on their backs like Noah and the Ark. Unlike Noah, if push came to shove, variables that were unnecessary, per the compass and their judgment, were allowed to disappear into the sea. All while maintaining the belief that the ultimate path laid before them would serve those who were still alive.

A chance. One in a million. Statistically and mathematically pathetic to the broader variable that was failure.

"Hey…" Clark motioned, waving his hand to make her come closer.

Now she was here, seeing the aftermath, or what she believed to be the aftermath, she couldn't help but think that it was strange. That she was here, her emotions perfectly in a stable place. When in reality just the idea… the thought of how she was alive, how this place was functional, and how she was now taking care of a remnant of both her murderer and the literal scion of all the powers as if she was a domesticated mother felt… wrong.

Saying, nay, thinking the word 'wrong' was already hard in itself.

It was as if disagreeing was an error. Like a paradox in the program that made up her thoughts and emotions. What she was as a human.

…but was she still, human?

[YES]

Blinking, she looked at Clark. His face was now turning into concern as his hand was still motioned towards her as if waiting for her to grasp it and follow his lead. She slowly glanced at her hand and opened it, a gold band on her ring finger while she gradually accepted his offered hand to pull her towards him.

Their hands clasp. Her memories, strictly tell her that due to the way how she was preserved. When she was put into stasis, most of her thoughts, feelings, and sensations were basically numbed due to how little she thought of them. Due to how little she used them. They were social, mental constructs that were unnecessary after all…

"You're being paranoid again." He says as Rebecca remains silent. His own gold band on his ring finger glinted as light bounced off of it while they continued to watch the screens. Closer together compared to before.

…in some strange way she asked herself if the loss of said constructs was the product of her losing most of what she cared about in the world, or her realizing that despite her connection to humanity, she was going through the motions just to actively make excuse after excuse due to her cynicism.

She had nobody else but her friends. Her colleagues that she attached any sort of emotion to that mattered. Perhaps some of the Inaugural Wards she cared about but as her actions became more refined, and more statistical, it was only through this 'second chance' did she realize that David was much more human than her when it became to what being 'human' meant.

He kept his emotions, his beliefs, and his conviction on his final goal despite being essentially a social hermit. An anti-social pariah who wished to do the right thing despite how wrong it may appear to other people.

She on the other hand, despite having the same numb beliefs and aspirations, her decision-making was closer to Contessa's and Dr. Mother's than being that of a human. She became less of Costa Brown and more so a calculating machine that cared more for numbers than morality. No better than the same otherworldly enemies that she strove to fight against.

That was also the same reason why when faced with actual emotion. With actual, close, lasting human interaction, she found herself silent. Unsure. It was as if she was back to being a bedridden patient again, guilty, ashamed, and had little to no confidence in herself.

At the same time… this 'second chance' made her question why she made herself so vulnerable. Why she allowed herself to open up again…

Clark squeezed her hand, rubbing it gently, it made her slightly flinch as she glanced at him.

…especially to his presence.

"I'm fine." She lied.

"You know 'Becca, with how long I've known you since we sucked ass with our powers, Keith and David would always tease me for being the only person to ever understand how your head worked. You were so damn quiet back then, almost to the point that I thought I had to learn sign language just to make you open up to us."

Rebecca's lips curled slightly at that memory. It felt so, so long ago when she would smile through the simple pleasure of being able to fly. Of being healthy. Of seeing the world again with hope, love, and trust.

She curled her fingers on his hand as she recalled how her friends shared the same dream as well. Before reality settled in. Before everything felt so… dull.

"David and Keith nearly had to make a betting pool just for the fun of it, but well, things progressed the way they went, and we've only grown closer since then." He continued as he smiled with visible teeth, nostalgia covering his face before he glanced back at her.

Rebecca did not smile however, his punctuation at saying the word 'then' at the end of his sentence only forced her to remember, terrible memories. Painful, lasting memories.

Screams littered the background, some perhaps her own as what was left was a corpse after. A corpse, wearing the face of the living man(?) right in front of her. Her hold on his hand loosened as predictably as he told her earlier, paranoia settled in.

Paranoia that was warranted as her hand who was still grasped by the man beside her only made her look at him with both fear and mistrust.

"What was your favorite issue of the Silver Age of Comics?" she bluntly asked, surprising him as he looked at her.

Humoring her he quickly replied, "Action Comics #242, July 1958. Why did you ask?"

She didn't face him, her eyes not even focusing on the screens.

"Before the Enemy, before Scion and the age of Parahumans, comics were one of the most popular forms of media, a literary achievement even, due to both their fantastical themes and the entertainment gained from stories that both inspired and awed their readers." She droned before meeting his own eyes, his face being so hard to look at in that moment as she struggled to even meet his gaze. "Superman was always your favorite hero, and his real name was 'Clark Kent'."

"Where is this going?" he asked, confused but… Rebecca already knew that he was lying to himself when he said that. He too was starting to get scared knowing where their conversation was headed. Rebecca veered her eyes off his gaze again as she tried to rub all her emotions off. A contrast to him as the hold on her hand only tightened.

Her lips were slightly quivering as it felt harddifficult to utter the next words about to come out of her mouth.

"I don't know if you're real…"

He opened his own lips partly as well as he heard those words… but it was like a pin drop. The silence became deafening as their eyes met. Her own gaze even behind her helmet was so intense as she stared at practically the only man, she had ever been endeared to beyond just being friends.

…and that was the problem. Why was she endeared?

Why was she so actively accepting of all of this? Why was she vulnerable compared to what her own memories showed her of who she once was.

"I don't know what to trust… its… agonizing. I know who I'm supposed to be. I know who I am. I know what makes Rebecca Costa Brown, think, feel, and tick… but at the same time I don't trust these memories. They're too convenient. I always feel like there's something wrong when I look at you, when I look at David, when I look at myself. Like there's something missing that I can't decipher."

Her palm curled into a fist, yet he still clung to her.

"Like I'm scared that whoever I am… whoever I became after this… 'second life' is all but a sham." She then turned to him again, trying so hard to look at him only to falter with how painful it was to see his face. "…you're just as I imagined you to once be. You're just as I recalled with perfect memories of what you were before that striped bitch took you from us. But… can I trust these memories? Can I trust the conveniences placed before me with the knowledge that everything around us… everybody could just be a fake, artificial joke just to make us…"

Her lips quivered as she looked away. "…just to make us complacent. To make me complacent."

His grip on his hand was still unchanged. Rebecca notices it as she raises her head.

"I don't even know if Clark was your actual name… Hero. I should remember… I always should. All of us could, but with all the evidence around me, all the possible… conspiracies going into my head, I'm always left asking if this is you and not just a fabrication of the man we knew as Hero."

She glances at him, noticing that he is blankly staring at the screens. She didn't notice that he took off his helmet as his blonde locks flowed from the air conditioning that swirled air around the room they were in.

"…I don't know why I'm standing here facing the thing that brought us back to life and feel so calm about it. What if… we are all just puppets? What if we're just a convenient stipulation just so whatever humanity is left in that girl to remind her of what her childhood heroes were?"

He remained silent as Rebecca was starting to get frustrated.

"…what if we stop one day from functioning because our thoughts, our aspirations, our… humanity… what makes us who we are, were just simulators that have recorded just the bare minimum of who we once were. C-Can… can we actually call ourselves as being alive?"

He continued to remain unspoken as she gritted her teeth in frustration. She wished for him to let go of his hand until he squeezed hers and finally spoke to destroy the painful silence that permeated around them.

"You keep asking those questions, right?"

She didn't respond but she knew that he already had the answer.

"What do you think I feel about this whole situation… Becca?" he asked softly with weight as a perpetual frown from his idealistic, hopeful face blossomed through the depth of their existential questions. "I don't trust my own memories as well because there are none."

Rebecca widens her eyes at the revelation.

"W-What?"

He looked away but he continued to squeeze and caress her hand. The contact forced all her pain away, soothing her in some form. Making her question if whatever God there was that existed out there, they had a pathetically ironic sense of humor for her to suffer in. Despite her parents, she always considered herself Agnostic, but due to how fate had placed her in this predicament, she was beginning to wonder if this was her Purgatory… or perhaps, her own Personal Hell.

Yet she couldn't stop her personal emotions as the hand continued to soothe her.

How much he cared was staggering even with the distrust and paranoia she exuded. How much it pained her to feel and understand the depth of the words he said to her.

"I'm as clueless as you, Rebecca. I don't know who I am. I act as the person that Hero may have been based on, but I don't have his memories. I only have fragments of a certain point in time and everything else is just me wishing… begging that it's enough to make you and David… feel better. To feel safe and… hopeful that I exist."

Her shock continued to grow as he now turned himself completely to her. He moved his other hand to hold her other and soothingly squeezed it as well.

"The thing is… I don't even know if I am just here to pacify you both. To represent a memory of a man who died so long ago. It could honestly be that… b-but…"

"C-Clark… why-

"… when I saw how happy you both were… when I saw how glad you all became as the days went by, I had to try. I wanted to try. Hero was a good man. I'm pretty sure being what I am, I can't ever hope to be like him, but if it means that humanity, or simply his friends can find joy and happiness then… I wanted to at least try."

Rebecca was at a loss for words. In all likelihood, the more rational part of her brain(?) thought of this as another convenient way for their puppeteer to make her complacent. To tug at her heartstrings, to blossom a mode of trust for her to fall into.

It could be that. It could be the opposite.

If she were the real, Rebecca Costa Brown she would have killed this man. Yet at the same time, she didn't know if she could, even if given the chance.

Maybe her paranoia over the situation of her own existence was unjustified.

[You are human]

Blinking and finally realizing that those questions were ultimately pointless given the many unknowns surrounding her, she looked at Clark. The currently tangible truth that existed in front of her. Tangible enough that she could feel him.

"Becca… we're both scared of what's actually real or false around us… it's admittedly hard to trust anything given how we're all supposed to be dead, but will you hear me out at least on something?" he asked with compassion as she stared at him.

"What." She asked, it was neither a question nor a demand for she was just as lost as he was.

"Trust that this is real…" he said, referring to how their hands touched each other.

His fingers soothed her own palms as she looked at him.

Her emotions were present on her face but there was a sense of fear in them. Fear that permeated but also felt compelled to wish, or even hope that what he was saying to her could be possible.

"Hope… for the simple truth that we're all here."

Her doubt was still there but she squeezed his palms back, lightly.

"I wish it were that simple." She said nearly stoically.

"Nothing ever is… but how we act moving forward is what makes it tangible."

They both sighed in near unison at the finality of his words. Their eyes looked at the individual bands on their ring fingers as if the sight would trick people into thinking they were exchanging their vows. An ironic, strange contrast to the gravity of what they both discussed.

Of what they continued to still feel doubtful of.

Unbeknownst to Rebecca, this was every bit of painful as it was to her seeing them this way, but he continued to hope for the future. To at the very least, become the good man that Hero was…

To Rebecca, this was the opposite. She was at an impasse. An unmitigated state of unfamiliarity and confusion about what she wanted to do.

Yet both would agree in some form that the simple sensation of them existing was enough.

For now…

"We interrupting something?" a voice said, intruding their silence as Rebecca watched the Immortal and Cecil Stedman look at them from the doorway of the room they were in. The older-looking man's face watched them with intensity given the state of the two's current position and the rings on their fingers.

Rebecca surmised that he kept that detail to himself. Thinking it would possibly be something he can leverage in the future. It was funny for him to even think that, but she remained stoic as she let Clark lead this interaction.

They had work to do, and with Clark there to guide her, perhaps trust was one thing that she wished to feel genuine again in her own heart and soul.

If she ever had one, to begin with…

Vidor watched as Anissa went into battle with this 'Eidolon'.

True to Nolan's testimony, the human was truly something else. He did not doubt Anissa's fighting ability for he understood that even if he was there to aid her, it would ultimately be useless.

It stung his pride as a Viltrumite to admit that.

It stung him even further when he had to act 'heroic' to the local population. Despite his training and strength, he was more so an enforcer rather than a covert operative like Nolan was and his patience was a lot thinner compared to his calmer brethren.

The Grand Regent was the one who gave this order however and he would prove his worth by giving him the victory required.

Floating exactly a thousand meters from the attempted first contact with this aberration, Vidor continued to watch as he thought about his strategy to relay his existence to the one called Alexandria. Given Nolan's testimony, this female was what interested him and if she proved to be as capable with her strength and invulnerability then she would be a wonderful mate.

Not just for Vidor but he would be a testing bed that would inevitably allow for stronger children that the Grand Regent wished to create through her.

The only issue was to locate her at-

[…]

Vidor found himself frozen. His thoughts wildly go into a frenzy, after having the same experience by mentally potent psychic races centuries before.

Yet his body could not respond to his ails despite it having adapted and experienced enough similar cases before. It felt as if he was tortured under his own perspective as he could watch and feel aware of everything around him except for actively reacting physically against this breach.

He could still control his body levitating in 3D space but he could feel his body being manipulated down to the smallest function as his body turned slowly until he was presented with something that made him both angry and confused.

It was a young female human. Their hair was curly and wavy as it cascaded down her shoulders while staring at him with a blank face. She was surrounded by a rectangular 'opening' in reality with a green sheen of light.

He then felt another opening manifest behind him as the young female raised her hand.

He then felt his body slowly levitate into that opening in reality as Vidor raged within his mind. His emotions angrily spread as his body tried to retake control by trying to force his muscles and his Viltrumite physiology to take back control but he couldn't…

Darkness surrounded her as Vidor angrily screamed in his head about how powerless he felt.

The opening, in reality, closed, forcing him to never see the young female again. Yet he suddenly felt all of his emotions forcibly calm down.

Then…

Light shined on his face. His eyes were able to blink as simple bodily reactions slowly came back to him. His whole body continued to feel numb as the singular orb of light continued to shine on his face.

His eyes adjusted to it quickly enough when he began seeing a shape behind the orb of light.

It was white.

It had wings.

AN: Existentialism is cool… to a certain point. Because you just go thinking and thinking and it just becomes silly. Still cool to contemplate about, but surely the paranoia and stuff just lead nowhere or become conspiratorial to some people.

The next chap should be an Anissa POV.
 
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So, will write how i understood. Taylor got brain damage so hard she is now blank. QA got angy at Contessa, stripped her from her shard and bailed out of Worm universe, grabbing endbringers(only Ziz?) and unknowns amount of shards along the ride. In Invincible universe QA got curious about growing up in family, regressed Tay body and resurrected Triumvirate without conflict drive as parental figures. QA did not get it until meeting with Mark, and i think it's tied to start of Taylor awakening. Endbringers(only Ziz?) count Eidolon as parental figure(or it is his shard?). Mark seems to fell in love with Tay. QA(Taylor?) fell in love with Mark too? QA and Ziz do work together.
 
Sounds like Hero and Rebecca were reserected via their shards, like what happened to others in Ward.

It's post GM, so how much of Taylor is in there?
 
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Mark Grayson clapped as he watched his classmates show off their presentations. One of them, Jessica, had just finished her solo flute performance which made him smile widely. It was amazing hearing how good she was when she started and finished. It felt as if hearing one of those performances live on the TV that his mom liked to watch a lot.

He could even say that out of all the performances that played that day, it felt like she was the best out of all of them. Her melody and tone just captivated everyone, especially Mark's male classmates as they were the ones that were louder with their clapping and applause. He smiled actually, seeing this for she did deserve it and he had seen and heard Jessica do her best to practice every day during recess for the past week.

Their teacher, Miss Langley happily gave her own applause as well, giving Jessica a rare, legendary (at least to the kids in the school), star badge that glistened in the glowing sun. The girl smiled widely in awe and pure thanks as their teacher officially called her the winner of the presentations. Even her friends, Alicia, a darker-skinned girl and Sera, a smaller willowy girl lifted her on their shoulders as Jessica laughed and giggled much to their classmate's delight. They huddled around them like a small crowd as the teacher giggled in glee.

Mark, on the other hand, clapped in his seat as he watched.

He wanted to join perhaps to congratulate her, only to feel someone tugging at his shirt.

"Oh... hey, Taylor! Did you see that? Jessica won!"" Mark said with a smile as his broken, uneven set of teeth were bared in all their glory at her. He was so happy to notice her again after being focused on another thing earlier until he saw her very obvious, sour mood. So much so that the tug on his shirt was rather tight than before.

She was visibly pouting with pure annoyance at him before dipping her head in sadness.

"H-Hey! What's wrong?"

Taylor, as expected, did not reply. She merely let go of him before taking her own presentation, a similarly amazing set of vibrantly colored clothes made out of silk. Admittedly, with how slow and ignorant (emotionally) young Mark's mind was, he didn't understand why she seemed upset. Because as far as he was concerned, the fact that Taylor had made him a super-suit out of Silk was already amazing on its own. He just couldn't show it much, because his dad taught him that he had to separate superhero life from normal life.

Still, this proved to trigger a few lingering memories inside of Taylor, especially the three girls who were being congratulated by the class as Mark stared at her. Without another word, the young girl grabbed the super suit on her table and began walking away.

Mark, troubled by seeing how upset she was walked to her and grabbed her hand.

"Hey… did I do something wrong?" he asked, worried.

Taylor gave him a stare before forcing her hand away and leaving through the door.

Mark wanted to follow by hurrying himself to get to her, only to open the door and see that she had vanished. Immediately, the little boy became upset with himself, feeling a lot sadder than he initially realized. He now tried to call out her name as he ran around the halls of the school, hoping to find his friend.

He did not understand what caused such a reaction on Taylor but he started to panic as tried to find Taylor in vain.

Unbeknownst to him, it seemed like the little girl was hiding herself in one of the female's restroom stalls. It was fairly clean compared to what the girl's memories are of public restrooms in schools like this, but it still evoked a lingering memory from beyond that made her pause.

'Taylor' looked at the clothes she took an entire day to form with silk from the ones her 'Dad' had been cultivating for her as she did all her research through memories and scenarios from other realities as to what best would suit Mark.

Staring at it, she wondered why it was that she felt this sway of emotions. Many voices and functional information coursed through the network to give her some form of advice but the very tantamount lingering memories of her were still making her current form stop in silence.

Her archival and active information network was drowned out by the voices of three particular girls, before fading away completely when she finally sighed.

She opened the stall door and walked towards the mirrors where she saw herself.

Her trademark frown was still present. She then looked at the super suit on her hands as she hummed to herself and opened a void. She then slowly stored the pieces of silk-laden fabric with her small hands and closed it after.

It was annoying. Less so about human emotions making her frustrated, but the fact that she was inevitably angry at something so petty. At something so… figurative from a memory lingering beneath her current form. How the laughing, petulant smiles of a redhead girl continued to beguile her. With a huff, she then started to think about what to do when a transmission was sent through the network. It asked permission to open a channel directly to her.

Without much fanfare due to her dour mood, she accepted it.

Perhaps talking to a friend would alleviate some of her dour mood.

[Prompt, Query?]

[Denial. Irrelevant]

[Worried. Solution Presented]

[Secondary Priority. Current Directive Ongoing]

[Affirmative. Reporting Progress… Success. Viltrumite Biology Vulnerable to Control Node]

[Acknowledgement. Returning to Current Directive]

Her main advisor went silent. She had other things to do and she knew that her 'parents' were about to finish with their own objective. She… wanted someone else to interact with as through the insects around the school, she surveyed her Mark running around trying to find her.

'Taylor' walked towards the door, emotions rumbling within her head as she became unfocused, only to stop when she bumped into the Fiend. Their flute fell to the floor as their friends became, similarly surprised tried to pull her up.

"Oh gosh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-

"Hey, it's the fashionista!" Sera happily said as Alicia's eyes grew wide with excitement.

"Oh, it is her! That suit looked beautiful! Did you really make it yourself?" Alicia innocently asked as the two girls began to flock to her, much to 'Taylor's' confusion as they rapidly asked a lot of questions until Jessica, finally getting her bearings and her flute back then calmed them both.

"Hey… don't overwhelm her. Don't you know what Miss Langley said? We gotta make her our friend, and we can't do that if we scare her." Jessica said, her red locks making her smile all the more annoying as 'Taylor' stared.

"Sorry!" Alicia said.

"Please forgive me!" Sera parroted as 'Taylor' looked confused with the interaction.

Awkwardly they stood there as she remained silent, not that she could feasibly 'talk'. Doing so would melt their brains to mush and Mark wouldn't want that.

"Your name is, Taylor right?" Jessica asked.

Slowly, she nodded.

"I'm Jessica! And I love how you made that suit! It's so cool! Can you make me a dress too?" Jessica excitedly said as she moved closer into her personal space.

"Hey, you're doing the same thing!" Alicia complained as the three girls began bickering with each other while 'Taylor' stared. It was…

Bizarre.

Watching these three and how it contradicted the lingering memories inside of her. She then looked at the flute on Jessica's hands while the three bickered and it woke a few happier sets of memories inside her head again.

One of a woman playing a flute to her before she went to sleep. One whose smile seemingly made every sort of problem melt away as she kisses her on the forehead. A woman with lovely hair that seemed to curl and flow around her shoulders as she wore those spectacles on her eyes.

"Oh… do you want me to teach you how to play?" Jessica asked.

'Taylor' blinked. Her focus returned to reality as she somehow let the human emotions override her own directives. Yet, she didn't feel bad about it, she instead looked at Jessica and slowly nodded, much to the redhead girl's delight.

"Awesome! If I can do it, so can you!"

She tilted her head at the response, though before she could think if there was any detriment to it, the simple scenario of watching Mark become so happy about her being attuned to the instrument made her smile. She didn't even need to simulate it with the various data she had on hand, she just knew that he would be pleased with her about it.

And being pleased, yielded more [DATA].

"We can do it right now if you want?" Jessica offered with a hand as she and the other two girls looked at her in anticipation. She then stealthily pulled something inside her little slim bag which opened to her pocket dimension and took out Mark's super suit. Its beautiful light grey color with blue, electronic-glowing streaks running across its frame accompanied by the signature yellow from other realities, was an amalgam of [WEAVER] and the being that would be Invincible.

Taking it out, 'Taylor' motioned for the three girls, as best as she non-verbally could to initiate a trade of sorts. Sure, she could simulate this entire ordeal without any issue whatsoever, but she wanted to learn about being 'human'. She wanted to learn how to please Mark, and if it meant learning this in a manner that would look and feel like a waste of time, then so be it.

If anything, seeing him praise her for how good she is again, felt great.

Human pettiness was remarkable.

[SMUG] was data worth learning.

The shaping of flesh was a very delicate but easy process. Especially with the new information acquired over this carbon-based lifeform on the main reality hub where the network now resided. Said carbon-based lifeform was peculiar when compared to Homo Sapiens, or locally coined in this part of the realities as 'Humans'. Their structure was more robust and their abilities in a 4D space and further measure beyond said dimensional abilities allowed them to break the laws of the physical universe to an extent.

An example of such peculiarities was the cellular defenses that allowed robust genes and traits to have a form of adaptation that allowed tissue growth and so on to become stronger. It suggested a rapid process of evolution that forced their genetic code to be as monstrous as it is. A very precise but rudimentary flawed system of eugenics that seemed to promote power over intelligence.

Their rapid evolution of such traits allowed them the ability to control the 4D space around them to an extent that allowed them to levitate and achieve velocities that in retrospect would literally burn any local atmosphere if they even attempted to go barely near-relativistic level of speed. This ability ascertained that the need for interstellar devices for flight was secondary, and if anything, their race allowed them dominion over lesser lifeforms, at the cost of their rapid development being subdued by this unnecessary process of what Humans call 'Darwinism'.

Had they cultivated their developments further, especially with how they achieved rudimentary control in all four dimensions they reside in, they might have achieved ascension closer to the lifeforms their network used to be.

Yet it seemed like emotion and sheer stupidity over a flawed ideal corrupted their progress.

Of course, this line of thought would be amended in other simulations and realities, based on the data they possessed, but such progress was still stagnant, and the possibility of them ever achieving the form desired to even rival the network was unfeasible.

It was good news, however, at least on their side.

It meant experimentation and testing were a possibility and currently, it was the main objective that their cooperation was trying to procure.

Their subject, named 'Vidar' was undergoing a biological shaping test. The network was pleased with the results for while there were other data to find in the other realities and simulations, the testbeds were to be used for later. The different control situations would allow their first step to understanding this strange new branch of universes to be more well-known and comprehensive.

The data posed from this first-hand specimen, untampered and nearly full-blooded in 'Viltrumite' genes was astounding while [High Priest II] was allowed to temper the female specimen with how they would do in a direct confrontation.

Concurrently, the one known to the humans as 'Hopekiller' watched as their sibling shaped the unassuming 'Vidar' into shapes and forms as he continued to helplessly wail in pain and discomfort. The data provided within seconds allowed them to parse which limitations this 4D-comprehensive lifeform could stretch itself to while the sibling, the one with three heads continued to simulate the [Shaper] to enact such tests.

This one was part of the two. One divided into separate halves yet still functioned as a unit.

One whose main head was that of a red-hooded young woman with frizzy brown hair and freckles of which the only main difference from the former [Shaper] host was that its eyes were bright, glowing red. Another head was that of a prepubescent young boy, no older than ten with neatly parted hair which the simulation tried to assimilate a form of a traditional schoolboy. Their skin was gray in color, pale as if reflecting the spot of lights and shadow that seemed to dance around their head. The third and final one was a young woman with brown, straight hair whose features were primarily emphasized by the mass of flesh bits that seemed to protrude from her face and torso. Creating an agony-like effect on the features as if relating to the pain 'Vidar' was feeling.

The sibling of the 'Hopekiller' shaped the specimen….

"AAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGHHHH!!!"

…Refracted time to the beginning to reset once enough data with the current directive was made available…

"AAARRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

…And recreated the process again by creating another clone out of it.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHH!!!"

There were now sixteen thousand, three hundred, forty-four instances of 'Vidar'. The 'Hopekiller' watched as its sibling continued its work while she and the towering other half of said sibling watched in silence at the ordeal.

Both were ultimately pleased with the process.

The 'Hopekiller' unit was pleased with the presence of its once-disabled sibling.

With permission from the main network and [High Priest II], there lay the possibility that their work on the 'Viltrumite' species would bore immense fruit.

The kind that would allow them another advantage.

[Unit is SMUG]

Sometime Later…

Rebecca sighed for Clark had bid her to accept the ails of their 'child'. They were still neck-deep in negotiations for their base on the other Earth to be manned by Cecil's GDA for further global and interdimensional security but the call from 'Taylor' forced them to pause.

Thankfully, Clark seemed capable enough to continue negotiations on his own as she quickly took off her suit and returned to her normal clothing. Finishing up, she walked towards the door that would let her back into their home when she saw the little girl waiting in anticipation while pouting like a petulant child who acted like she was neglected.

"What is it this time?" she asked with a bit of frustration as the girl's smile returned.

She then handed her the tablet that Clark had bought her which showed pictures of a standard-looking flute. She looked at it before glancing at the girl who was staring with an innocent smile on her face.

"You want me to buy you a flute?"

[Affirmative]

"Right now?"

'Taylor' continued to smile with a smug as Rebecca sighed and offered her hand towards the girl. Taking it into her own, she thought about the nearest department store that sold that item. Hopefully, that would keep her occupied for a few hours.

"Come on then."

She looked joyful at it as Rebecca led them to their car.

[SMUG]

AN: This was supposed to be smushed with the Annissa POV, but I decided against it. This and that had to be their own chapters for the next one would show the other side of this 'test bed'. Heh.
 
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The air pressure around her cracked and most of her surroundings shattered. With how supercharged her senses were, the world around her moved into a state of slow motion. The kind that was already nearing the envelope on the strain for her body while the debris of the feeble, inferior structures that these species had started to crumble, destabilize, and crash into the ground. She gathered the forces of her flight beneath her feet and shot off into the air.

She reached speeds that broke the sound barrier ferociously, invoking a mighty roar like an explosion where she left an earth-shattering crater. The land-based vehicles of the local inhabitants were flattened as Anissa gathered all the force from her momentum through her fist. Angling her body just right to thrust it forward.

Her target was just barely a second away. The green-hooded man stared at her with disinterest, which in itself was a violation and tantamount disrespect to her, Anissa, survivor of the Great Scourge. One of the last few worthy females to serve the Viltrum Empire.

Yet this man, unnervingly looked at her as if she was less than anything he had seen in his life. As if she was weak. As if she was a pathetic nobody who was just as useless as any enemy he had faced thus far. Anissa did not know how to think of that.

She was furious, unbearably so…

"Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggghhh!!!" the accumulated forces of the planet's atmosphere constantly at odds with her and her abilities rallied to her cause as she neared her target by a hair's inch. It was like a growling thundercloud about to belch lightning, only to reach its designated target, and for it to miraculously dissipate as if all the cumulative forces were non-existent as his view of her.

The sheen of anomalous space-time around him, which now glowed in a bluish green shimmered as soon as her fist where his chest would have been as everything disappeared, leaving her in a shocked, angered, standstill.

All the remaining debris and environmental forces behind her, per gravity, then started falling. Their trajectory was a small, slightly open residential/park area where a small unimportant bust of a feeble human was flattened seconds later by a piece of one of the land-based vehicles. Below her, multiple houses around them exploded into smoke and debris or were rendered erased by her flying over them that pieces of their terrestrial shelters were scattered as far as the tallest buildings that were still standing.

Such wanton destruction boggled her mind, as she looked at this Eidolon, who remained unphased within the seconds of eye contact they shared until he pushed her arm away with a swipe of his right arm and grabbed her throat with his left hand. His grip was far weaker than any lifeform who had the means to touch her, but she was rendered unable to move as she felt her body going limp.

As if her brain and Viltrumite biology weren't able to counteract something that it was used to fighting against before. She had met a thousand flesh shapers, hypnotic abilities, and downright telekinetic forces brought down on her body, but her will, strength and biology were always able to fight against it. This? She felt helpless as she glared at him while he grabbed her closer.

Inspecting her, deeply staring into her eyes through that mask of his that only revealed so much of his emotions that it made her fury go over the limit. She willed her body to move as she eternally screamed, only for this monster to raise his right arm into the air…

KRACKA-THOOM!

The clouds darkened around them. The atmosphere changed drastically as light from the nearby star started to dwindle. The darkened and crackling sky started to belch lightning and abnormally strong winds as if a superstorm was about to manifest.

Anissa's eyes widened in shock at the amount of abilities displayed by this man as he raised her higher into the air…

KRAKA-THROUUUUMMMM!!!

A powerful shroud of lightning hit her body dead-center into her torso with enough force being funneled into her to compare against deadly solar storms in space, even to Viltrumites as she screamed. The force of the attack then managed to kickstart her bodily control back to her again as she tried to pry his hold on her to get away, only for the man to throw her as the spire of heavenly, yet anomalous power from the planet's atmosphere continued to hit her at full force.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGHH!!!"

She barreled down to the ground with the force of electricity hitting her that she started smelling burns from her armor-mesh bodysuit that was designed to handle even the most extreme forces in Space. She raised her arms, trying to block it only for her back to hit the pavement without warning as her body skidded two more times, creating large craters and devastation in her way, before landing violently into the base of a tall structure. One with a clock that collapsed into her due to its foundations being wrecked by her presence.

The nearby sign, stating 'Travis St.' wobbled as the metal folded into itself before falling into the crater, she made for herself. She quickly tried to get her bearings back, only to look back at the sky where this Eidolon levitated.

KRAKA-THOOM!

Coalescing around him were forces of unnatural weather that seemingly made even the ground she was on quake in fury. Little by little ever since they started their dance did she begin to realize how grave the situation was with this Earthling.

Was… he still an Earthling?

KRAKA-THROUUM!!!

As she ruminated on those disturbing thoughts (a first for her ever since the Scourge), she watched as the tallest nearby building suddenly burst into bright, yellow-orange light as a geyser of lava burst through it. Making it crumble as the heat, radiation, and energies constituting the anomalous skies and that of the geologically unstable ground were now coalescing.

Lightning started to grow into a color close to that of blood as it spiked around her.

It allowed Anissa to stand as she levitated from the ground trying to escape the deluge only to see Eidolon watching her, unphased by the devastation around them, spreading not just in this local city, but towards the rest of the continent steadily like a sickness about to be unleashed.

This was this world's protector?

What of their civilians? Their weak that they called innocents? She was accustomed to the 'barbarism' coined by other races of her own Viltrumite heritage but never before had she seen another lifeform, with an assumingly similar line of thought carelessly do this just because he wanted to be left alone. It baffled her.

For like every Viltrumite, she always looked at other lifeforms beneath her. Not even caring about what they thought or felt regardless of any action she took against them.

Was this… how they felt?

KRAKA-THOOM!

Lightning and trickles of what rain there was scorched the sky in a heinous blood-red. It reminded her of the Scourge. How many bodies littered the streets. How many of her own kindred, while weak as they were, lay soulless as blood seeped into puddles before forming a stream.

The image never left her. It was her pride and joy.

Well… pride perhaps in a misplaced sense, as some creatures would think so.

KRAKA-THOOM!!!

She dodged away as lightning once more rained in a barrage from the sky. Targeting her with forces that would decimate entire city blocks, creating pits the size of large meteorites that routinely touched the surfaces of uninhabited planets near their asteroid belts.

Nothing in the span of twenty-seven minutes or so did her efforts come to anything close to beating this monstrosity. Her actions were all in vain, from picking up buildings in sizes that rose upwards to several hundreds of feet, to tackling, rushing, or even trying to get anywhere close to him felt useless. He had too many abilities…

KRAKA-THROOUM!!!

Far too many to count and he was able to shift, change, and keep them online whilst in the middle of the battle with little to no issues or drawbacks. Her last attempt was her stretching the limits of her biology, forcing the Viltrumite heritage, the ability to bend physical laws around her while also forcing certain objects with her own field to lift and support things that would be deemed impossible in nature, stood no feasible chance, if at all against this man.

She flew as she tried to dodge all of the devastating forces around her with enough clarity as she was now being worn down despite her heart still willing to fight.

She flew through the now lava-ridden landscape that was unrecognizable from its prior state just barely half an hour ago. It was then that she turned her head, to look at where her enemy was only to see the terrain below her, grow malleable as if it was liquid…

BRWOUSH!!!

A malleable, yet still solid enough formation grew from below her. Dazed yet confused with everything around her, she started trying to get herself out, only to try and pull herself out of the wet material that surged and entangled her body as if it were a constrictor. Anissa screamed.

She pushed all her strength, barely managing to get out as chunks and pieces of the malleable ground started to erode, break, and shift around her, only for it all to constrict further around her neck, arms, and legs. Only her torso and head were the parts that managed to stick out as she screamed in bloody murder.

The Viltrumite woman did not even notice that the pillar was forcing her near to the Eidolon.

Anissa continued to scream while the world around her turned into a desolate landscape.

The Eidolon crossed his arms, staring at her as his green cape flew against the crackling skies filled with blood-red lightning and thunder. The sparse droplets of rain made the colors blend together into a sinister blooming sheen that made him almost deific.

It reminded her of the tales, the legends that Anissa would hear and read from her ancestors through their databanks. The intimidation, the way how unphased and unimpressed he was inevitably forced Anissa to stop screaming as her anger, turned into fearful awe…

KRAKA-THROUUMMMM!!!

… and doubt over this man's prowess into… something strange blooming within her.

"Finished with your tantrum?" the tired, bored voice of the Eidolon said. Echoing into her like she was in a zero gravity chamber simulating empty space. As if the sound of his voice was echoing into her brain like the one-eyed race she and her fellow Viltrumites nearly put to extinction.

He then leaned closer. "Seems so."

It was there that Anissa acknowledged a disturbing thought. The man moved unlike anything normal or natural in the known universe. It was like he was a puppet of a higher being. One that eschewed so much power that it made Anissa's bones shiver.

Anissa flinched as another lightning, as powerful and vibrant as the one before coursed behind him like a demented painting. He then opened his hands. The shimmer of anomalous space-time covering his body shimmered away in existence before he placed his palm into her face.

The Viltrumite woman then screamed unlike anything before in the entire millennia of her lifetime serving her people.

[Simulation Process 67.5%]

Torrents of data entered her mind. Coupled with her screaming, she saw images. Memories?

…A sheen or ray of light vaporized her entire existence as Eidolon levitated over her…

…another version of her screaming as matter, the kind that even pierced her skin started to manifest within her brain, her organs, and her entire body before she died in silence. Turning into a mosaic of both living and anomalous matter.

[Simulation Process 98.7%]

…multiple other memories surged within her as various abilities, many of the harrowing kind from the Eidolon, the monster destroyed her to the point that she could only continue screaming.

[AGREEMENT?]

She then saw stars… and then nothing.

Anissa shot up, grasping her breath before she realized that she was…

Alive?

She started patting her body, checking her surroundings before she noticed that she was clothed in something strange. Different. Like one of the many attires that females wore in Nolan's report to the Grand Regent of this 'Earth'. She then looked around and saw that she was in an abode.

A simple abode that was far smaller than even some of the facilities she'd been to, yet it radiated a sense of peace and plainness.

She was about to leave, to disseminate all of the experiences she had alone before conferring to Nolan and her other fellow Viltrumite, only to freeze and stop in place when the door to the room opened.

Revealing an unremarkable, similarly plain and drab man coming inside with a kindly smile. He held two mugs containing a liquid that she did not recognize, yet the aroma seemed pleasant.

Yet the one thing that made her lose all the blood on her persona was the green mask barely hanging on his coat pocket before she fell back on her behind in shock.

"You're awake." The man said, concerned, seemingly for her well-being.

Despite that, Anissa, a survivor of the Great Scourge, Monster, and Warrior of many massacres, wars, and genocides for the very first time felt the tingling sensation of her own urine trickle down her own pants. For fear overtook her completely.

"Oh shit… let me help you with that." The man said in a surge of concern and panic as he went close to her and tried to hold her in place, even pulling out tissues.

Fear with full, abject subservience in her eyes.

A most humiliating fate for any Viltrumite.

Yet she knew somehow in her heart that she was… lucky.

AN: As for why there's no civilians amidst the devastation… think of the entire fight being forced into a Labyrinth-like Simulation/Pocket world. One that's basically jacked to 11 due to all the power flourishing across the network currently.

Back to wholesome stuff next chapter though!
 
This was pretty damn wholesome though!

This chapter depicted what was basically ye olden "If I pull their hair hard enough, they will know that I like them"

Only that the one pulling the hair was kicked to the curb, struggled with liking that, and then had to struggle with fact that the one she was pulling the hair from might not even have noticed her little crush!
 
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