Missy had long since abandoned any hope that the world could get better and resigned herself to being stuck in-between her parents, but during one of her late night outings she stumbles over a strange girl with sad eyes and finds something altogether different.
The Melancholy of Taylor Hebert (Worm/Haruhi)
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The Girl With Sad Eyes
- Location
- England
The first time Missy met her was on one of her, definitely unapproved, late night outings into the docks.
She was just wandering through the halls of a half sunken ship, carefully avoiding the sharp rusty edges that seemed to sprout from every corner, when she stumbled into the bridge. After wandering around for a little while and poking at the various decayed instruments, she found herself running a finger along a gun of some kind that had rusted solid onto the wall when a flash of colour in the corner of her eye caught her attention and she turned to look, peering through the filthy but intact glass of the bridge window.
The flash of red far down the front of the ship was just barely visible past the giant turrets taking up most of the front, leaning forwards and squinting she could just about make out a girl sitting on the bow, hair gently fluttering in the cool night wind that washed over the deck. More than a little surprised to see another person, and a little miffed that her fantasies about exploring a never before seen wreck were interrupted, she left the bridge and made her way down the front of the ship to get a closer look.
Staring up at the behemoths of steel that were the guns above her head as she passed by, Missy mused on how quiet it was. The lights from the city just across the bay somehow didn't seem to reach this place and the ever present background noise of cars and the general bustle of civilisation felt like it was just a little too far to hear. It was just the soft moonlight and quiet rumble of the ocean.
Despite the silence, the girl on the front of the ship didn't notice her as she approached her from behind, even though she was doing nothing to hide her footsteps clanging against the steel deck. Taking a moment to inspect the her from behind, Missy put her at thirteen, maybe fourteen. She looked oddly tall and small at the same time, like she was trying to squeeze herself down so she was harder to see as she hid inside the ratty coat she was huddled under. The thick, dull red scarf wrapped around her neck explained what had drawn her eye earlier, even if now that she was closer she could see that it was just as worn as the patchy coat, the ends were threadbare and she could make out rips here and there along it's length. The only thing about her that didn't scream 'homeless bum' was the fact that her dark hair was clean and straight, even if the short cut did make her look a bit like a boy from a distance.
Having finished her inspection, Missy mentally slotted her into the 'poor but not a druggie' box and cleared her throat, frowning as the girl sat completely unresponsive. Adding 'maybe druggie' to the list she tried again a bit louder and was rewarded with the girl violently flinching forwards and letting out a little cry as she began to slip over the edge. Without even thinking about it Missy darted forwards and grabbed the older girl by the back of her coat, gripping the rough material and yanking back hard enough she heard stitches tear, hard enough that even the rough metal under her feet lost it's grip and she fell backwards.
Her back hits the deck with a loud thud and a sharp exhale, a similar sound reaching her ears as the girl lands next to her, the bulky coat cushioning her fall to a quiet whump. Lying back on the cold metal, Missy lets out a long breath as she tries to calm her hammering heart, butterflies dancing in her stomach as she realises how close she came to accidentally murdering someone. Feeling a little light headed, she can't hold back a little bit of relieved laughter as she sits up, looking at the girl sprawled next to her. She's starting up at Missy with wide eyes, like she's not sure she's actually real or not.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I was quieter the first time but you didn't hear me." The ruffled looking girl doesn't say anything and continues staring, Missy can just about make out her eyes shifting as the girl looks at her face, but otherwise she remains still. They sit in silence for an awkwardly long time as the girl doesn't respond and Missy mentally adds a notch to the 'maybe' on 'druggie' isle. "Alright... I'm just going to... go?" She twitches a little as Missy stands, but remains stays where she is laying as the younger girl slowly begins to move away. Missy can feel her eyes on her back as she turns to walks back down the deck, the odd silence making her footsteps echo loudly with each step. Making up her mind to leave the weird girl alone, she heads off the ship but the feeling of someone watching her doesn't fade, even as the ship shrinks in the distance behind her.
When she looks back the girl is nowhere to be seen, just the moonlit silhouette of an ageing warship resting in the bay.
When her parents get into another shouting match about finding her missing at night again, Missy takes the opportunity to escape into town, thankful that it's the weekend so security can't hassle her for being out at school hours. After aimlessly wandering around the shopping district for a while and idly looking through the big armoured windows, she finds herself at the waters edge and looks over to where the giant of a ship was beached yesterday, only to blink and then squint as the spot she could have swore it was sat empty, nothing more than the ends of a few mostly sunken, rusting wrecks poking out of the murky water. Huh. Must be on the other side of the docks. She hadn't thought that she'd gone that far, but it was dark.
Gazing out over the water, Missy wondered as she thought about that strange girl, feeling a little embarrassed at the way she'd just run off on her last night. She'd have to apologise properly when she saw her again.
Somehow, she knew she'd find her again.
She was just wandering through the halls of a half sunken ship, carefully avoiding the sharp rusty edges that seemed to sprout from every corner, when she stumbled into the bridge. After wandering around for a little while and poking at the various decayed instruments, she found herself running a finger along a gun of some kind that had rusted solid onto the wall when a flash of colour in the corner of her eye caught her attention and she turned to look, peering through the filthy but intact glass of the bridge window.
The flash of red far down the front of the ship was just barely visible past the giant turrets taking up most of the front, leaning forwards and squinting she could just about make out a girl sitting on the bow, hair gently fluttering in the cool night wind that washed over the deck. More than a little surprised to see another person, and a little miffed that her fantasies about exploring a never before seen wreck were interrupted, she left the bridge and made her way down the front of the ship to get a closer look.
Staring up at the behemoths of steel that were the guns above her head as she passed by, Missy mused on how quiet it was. The lights from the city just across the bay somehow didn't seem to reach this place and the ever present background noise of cars and the general bustle of civilisation felt like it was just a little too far to hear. It was just the soft moonlight and quiet rumble of the ocean.
Despite the silence, the girl on the front of the ship didn't notice her as she approached her from behind, even though she was doing nothing to hide her footsteps clanging against the steel deck. Taking a moment to inspect the her from behind, Missy put her at thirteen, maybe fourteen. She looked oddly tall and small at the same time, like she was trying to squeeze herself down so she was harder to see as she hid inside the ratty coat she was huddled under. The thick, dull red scarf wrapped around her neck explained what had drawn her eye earlier, even if now that she was closer she could see that it was just as worn as the patchy coat, the ends were threadbare and she could make out rips here and there along it's length. The only thing about her that didn't scream 'homeless bum' was the fact that her dark hair was clean and straight, even if the short cut did make her look a bit like a boy from a distance.
Having finished her inspection, Missy mentally slotted her into the 'poor but not a druggie' box and cleared her throat, frowning as the girl sat completely unresponsive. Adding 'maybe druggie' to the list she tried again a bit louder and was rewarded with the girl violently flinching forwards and letting out a little cry as she began to slip over the edge. Without even thinking about it Missy darted forwards and grabbed the older girl by the back of her coat, gripping the rough material and yanking back hard enough she heard stitches tear, hard enough that even the rough metal under her feet lost it's grip and she fell backwards.
Her back hits the deck with a loud thud and a sharp exhale, a similar sound reaching her ears as the girl lands next to her, the bulky coat cushioning her fall to a quiet whump. Lying back on the cold metal, Missy lets out a long breath as she tries to calm her hammering heart, butterflies dancing in her stomach as she realises how close she came to accidentally murdering someone. Feeling a little light headed, she can't hold back a little bit of relieved laughter as she sits up, looking at the girl sprawled next to her. She's starting up at Missy with wide eyes, like she's not sure she's actually real or not.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I was quieter the first time but you didn't hear me." The ruffled looking girl doesn't say anything and continues staring, Missy can just about make out her eyes shifting as the girl looks at her face, but otherwise she remains still. They sit in silence for an awkwardly long time as the girl doesn't respond and Missy mentally adds a notch to the 'maybe' on 'druggie' isle. "Alright... I'm just going to... go?" She twitches a little as Missy stands, but remains stays where she is laying as the younger girl slowly begins to move away. Missy can feel her eyes on her back as she turns to walks back down the deck, the odd silence making her footsteps echo loudly with each step. Making up her mind to leave the weird girl alone, she heads off the ship but the feeling of someone watching her doesn't fade, even as the ship shrinks in the distance behind her.
When she looks back the girl is nowhere to be seen, just the moonlit silhouette of an ageing warship resting in the bay.
When her parents get into another shouting match about finding her missing at night again, Missy takes the opportunity to escape into town, thankful that it's the weekend so security can't hassle her for being out at school hours. After aimlessly wandering around the shopping district for a while and idly looking through the big armoured windows, she finds herself at the waters edge and looks over to where the giant of a ship was beached yesterday, only to blink and then squint as the spot she could have swore it was sat empty, nothing more than the ends of a few mostly sunken, rusting wrecks poking out of the murky water. Huh. Must be on the other side of the docks. She hadn't thought that she'd gone that far, but it was dark.
Gazing out over the water, Missy wondered as she thought about that strange girl, feeling a little embarrassed at the way she'd just run off on her last night. She'd have to apologise properly when she saw her again.
Somehow, she knew she'd find her again.
captain_belgica
But you'll call me Captain or Sir
- Pronouns
- Captain/Sir
Interesting, Taylor is a ShipGirl in disrepair?
Mourning the passing of her crew (and friend) in a graveyard of better days?
I thought that there were only civilian ships in the boat graveyard.
Though if it's part of her, or she summons it, I suppose, but wouldn't Missy still be curious about the only warship in the bay?
I'll look forward for the next chapter.
Mourning the passing of her crew (and friend) in a graveyard of better days?
I thought that there were only civilian ships in the boat graveyard.
Though if it's part of her, or she summons it, I suppose, but wouldn't Missy still be curious about the only warship in the bay?
I'll look forward for the next chapter.
Think it's this anime based on the title: Haruhi Suzumiya - Wikipedia
Which I'm tangentially familiar with but haven't watched.
GamingPizza1998
(Verified Pizza) (Verified Cape) (Verified Case53)
- Location
- Earth
My only knowledge is that the main girls is basically omnipotent but doesn't know it, I could be off on the details and I only read a wiki blurb.
So Missy is Kyon in this?
- Location
- Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
I'm having endless eight flashbacks... It is horrible... I blame Grey Boy.
YuffieK
(Verified Ninja Princess)
Accurate, she's melancholic because the world is too ordinary for her, and her subconscious causes weird things to happen. In Wormverse terms, she's Scion and Yuki (alien), Mikuru (time traveler) and Itsuki (esper) are the Endbringers.
Plus there's the 'normal guy' who gets drawn into things, whom is known only by his nickname of Kyon.
All of them have the duty of making sure things run smoothly, and Haruhi 'never' finds out she's effectively God.
In the novels, it is eventually revealed there is a competing unknowing 'God' whom is Kyon's ex-girlfriend, and IIRC, the one who gave Kyon his nickname, with her own trio of alien, time traveler, and esper, who want the world to 'actually' be dull and ordinary.
GamingPizza1998
(Verified Pizza) (Verified Cape) (Verified Case53)
- Location
- Earth
I wonder if this ties in to how much of a shit hole Worm is in this setting, She's unknowingly(I think) omnipotent, if she was being bullied enough she could start thinking that the world is a shit hole and always has been and she could hope for exciting things to happen or daydream about superpowers to get away from school and retroactively making the world a grimdark superhero setting with authority figures who are actively malicious and/or incompetent because she believes it's so.
Probably not accurate but it'd be a hell of a plot twist.
Probably not accurate but it'd be a hell of a plot twist.
- Location
- Hot Springs
Well, this should be amusing, especially if the supposed 'movers and shakers' of Wormverse get the absolute SHIT scared out of them, realizing they have a Shaker: OH GOD NO currently wandering around. One that might honestly be powerful to REMAKE REALITY. And she's depressed. And might decide the World needs to GO AWAY any day now.
I'm sure they'll be perfectly fine with everything going to Oblivion any second now, right?
I'm sure they'll be perfectly fine with everything going to Oblivion any second now, right?
Hexcalibur
Not So Ordinary Sword
- Location
- Somewhere
- Pronouns
- It
Taylor with reality warping... no, reality controlling power.
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Everyone! Evacuate this reality! And maybe the nearby ones too.
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Everyone! Evacuate this reality! And maybe the nearby ones too.
- Location
- Hot Springs
*pats Hexcalibur on the head*
There there, I'm sure everything is going to be. Just. Fine. Nothing horrible could POSSIBLY happen. I mean she's just got the ability to destroy or alter reality pretty much at will. What's the harm in that? *spoken in normalish tones, but with a Grin that could scare the Joker permanently sane*
- Location
- Idaho Falls, ID
I love the Haruhi, and blending those themes with Worm has a of lot potential. I'm really looking forward to more.
- Location
- Oregon, USA
This is intriguing.
I mean, Taylor seems to be a bit younger here, for one. Also, I'm asuuuuming that the haruhi cross is Taylor having her powers, which is very interesting, as she'd either have to have gained those powers after she'd moved past denial of her mother's death, or early enough in her backstory that she's basically an entirely different character.
I mean, Taylor seems to be a bit younger here, for one. Also, I'm asuuuuming that the haruhi cross is Taylor having her powers, which is very interesting, as she'd either have to have gained those powers after she'd moved past denial of her mother's death, or early enough in her backstory that she's basically an entirely different character.
I know the title of the story is an allusion to Haruhi
but having the title of the first chapter being "The Girl with Sad Eyes" made me anticipated Nanoha arriving the whole chapter to befriend/adopt Taylor (and Missy too since she is here^^).
but having the title of the first chapter being "The Girl with Sad Eyes" made me anticipated Nanoha arriving the whole chapter to befriend/adopt Taylor (and Missy too since she is here^^).
Okibruez
(Verified Mid-Boss)
- Location
- Dreams
Oh boy. Haruhi Suzumiya... on the surface of it, it's a simple series, but the author loves physics and is more than willing to disregard common convention to tell his stories, even if that means telling the same story nearly a dozen times to make a point about a time loop.
For the hardcore fans, though, it's a great and much beloved series. ... and it's one I need to catch up on; I haven't been as zealous about hunting down translations of the LNs as I could be.
For the hardcore fans, though, it's a great and much beloved series. ... and it's one I need to catch up on; I haven't been as zealous about hunting down translations of the LNs as I could be.
Ellf
Apprentice Wizard
- Location
- Virginia
I'm going to reserve judgement until I see a bit more of this. There's not a lot to judge on yet, and the AU elements aren't fully clear. I do think that if you're doing a Haruhi fic, you should probably be writing in first person because a big draw of the series was Kyon's narration, and even if you're not going to have the actual Haruhi characters in the fic, it would do a good job of keeping the tone. Missy being a Kyon equivalent would mean that her own snark in narration would add a lot.
AnantaAtman
I wandered, I watched, I judged
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I think it would be harder if someone wanted to keep a lid on Taylor's power due to the nature of the Worm, and I believe that from Missy's description, Taylor had already mastered her powers since she disappeared when Missy looked back, which would mean she used some form of teleportation.
- Location
- England
I do usually write from first person, but this story is something of an experimental piece for me, so I'm trying third person.
Magic Outlaw
Serial Sigger
- Location
- Running away from bitches
Any idea on how often we should expect new chapters? Not wanting to rush you, just really looking forward to where this is going.
- Location
- England
I can't promise an update all that often, I've found that forcing myself to write to a schedule is miserable, but roughly once a week should be reasonable.
captain_belgica
But you'll call me Captain or Sir
- Pronouns
- Captain/Sir
Write as much (or little) as you like, as often (or rarely) as you feel like.
If people want to judge you for that, let them write their own stories first, deal with their own criticisms.
Let you do you, and them do them.
MaimakteriAnn
(Verified Sleepy)
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Dr
Or walking. It's not like Missy glanced away for a nanosecond.