Four unlikely people woke up in the world of Worm.
Miki Sayaka, a girl betrayed by an innocent dream and died becoming that which she vowed to fight.
Lelouch vi Britannia, a boy who planned and executed his own death for the sake of a lofty dream.
Edward Elric, a man who lived a full life after having achieved his mundane dream.
Irisviel von Einzbern, a woman who died never once having a dream to call her own.
Here, dreams gives way to compromise, death is just a misstep away, and people die if they are killed. What will the four immigrants make of themselves in this merciless world?

THIS IS NOT A CROSSOVER WITH CULTURE

Disclaimer, I do not own Worm, PMMM, FMA, Code Geass or Fate. They belong to Mr. Grimdark, Buchi the Butcher, Nicholas Flamel, Pizza Hut and A Certain Magical Mushroom, respectively.

Chapter 1 Coda (Sayaka)

A mournful symphony surrounded what's left of a girl's wish. The symphony was bland but powerful, an empty mix of everything that music is but also nothing at the same time, repeating over and over and over and over and over. The clash of weapons on wood can be heard in the background.

So lonely.

A soulless band continued its purpose, uncaring of the world. The director moved mechanically, out of phase with the orchestra it's supposed to direct. Rows upon rows of empty seats bear witness to the end of a nightmare.

Miki Sayaka was dreaming.

In the center of the stadium, hatefully, spitefully, despairingly, Oktavia von Seckendorff stared down the end of a serpentine spear buried inside it's torso. It's killer, a red headed girl, sat in unmoving prayer atop the spear.

I wonder why she cares.

The symphony turned into a cacophony of screams. Pieces of the stadium collapse, then fell into a bottomless void. Reality unraveled as the master of the Labyrinth died.

I can finally rest.

In the final moments of its life, Oktavia von Seckendorff saw its cherished orchestra, the one possession meant to accompany it for the rest of its miserable existence, came to a final stop, then the world falls into an endless darkness, along with a naive girl's dreams of becoming a hero to the people she loves. Only the unending, tortured scream remained.

If only...

Guilt. Regret. Despair.

The tides of negativity threatens to drown Sayaka as her pitiful end played itself yet again in her mind. Bolting upright with tears streaming down her face, she sobs quietly to herself. If only I knew what becoming a magical girl would be like, I'd never have agreed to Kyubey's contract and become a magical girl. If only I listened to the red headed magical girl I wouldn't burn myself out fighting witches and familiars. If only I grasped the hand Madoka extended that night I wouldn't turn into a witch myself. If only I still had my eternal orchestra...

A hand on Sayaka's shoulder startled her out of the dreams of her last memories before waking up in this place. Spinning around with a startled yelp, she saw a foreign woman with white hair and red eyes looking at her concernedly.

"Are you all right?" The woman looked like she wanted to say more, but then somewhat awkwardly closed her mouth.

Sayaka hastily wiped away her tears during the pause. "I'm just...I'm fine." She looked around searching for something to say, then realized that she's seated on the floor in a room she never saw before, probably not in Mitakihara or even Japan anymore judging from the english magazines strewn across the floor. It looks as if a hurricane went through the building. She then belatedly recognized that the surface she was lying on looked more like a wall than the floor. "Where is this? Do you know how I can get back home? How am I even alive...?"

Another voice, this time male, cut through Sayaka's panic. "Woah, slow down. One question at a time." A short blond teenager, "We're in somewhere none of us recognize," he swept his hand around indicating the red eyed woman still hovering uncertainly above her and an unnaturally still black haired boy with a pale complexion and a very VERY sharp chin gazing out the a hole in the wall, "I don't know where you live and" here he paused, "Last I checked, I was older, taller, and very, very dead. And before you ask, we also don't know how we got here and what that scream is. I'm Edward by the way, Edward Elric."

"My name is Irisviel von Einzbern." A gentle, if somewhat formal tone, from the red eyed woman. Then the formal tone is gone, "You can call me Iri." She smiled at Sayaka, and offered her a hand.

"Miki Sayaka." Sayaka replied and stood up with the help, then noticed something that that Edward guy said, "Wait, you hear the scream too?"

Edward opened his mouth, but Irisviel shot him a glare silencing him. "Yes. It's been present for all the two hours I've been awake, and I'm the first of us to awaken." Then in a furious whisper to Edward's ear that Sayaka can barely make out, "Don't remind her of whatever she was crying about. Why else would she think the scream's only in her head?"

Sayaka sighed. She knew she's not her usual self, but there's no need to treat her like glass. To break the second awkward lull in the conversation in so many minutes, she put on what she hoped is her normal face and hollered to the one person who haven't spoken up yet, "Hey sharp chin, what's your name?"

Sharp Chin completely ignored her, not even taking his eyes off from the hole in the wall. He made a beckoning motion with his hand to the the other three people in the room.

With an annoyed huff, Sayaka stalked over to the boy to give him a piece of her mind, only to see a angel/monster/thing floating up in the sky. The monster looked like a woman with hundreds of feathered wings attached haphazardly everywhere to her body and some even to other wings, and has debris, cars and even pieces of building floating around her. Sayaka looked around to reassure herself that, yes, she's not in a witch's Labyrinth, so that monster wasn't a witch. She was just about to use her soul gem to transform and go check out the monster, when she saw that instead of a grief seed, she actually still have her soul gem. Huh, I guess I should've expected that given I'm alive and human again. I hope Madoka never make the same mistake I did, believing that conniving rat.

Just before she charged in, Sayaka saw that one of what she took to be orbiting debris is actually a human with a cape, who just then rammed into the monster with a crash that washed over her seconds later. It sent out a shockwave that visibly disturbed some of the smaller debris, and Sayaka hesitated. I never want to turn into a witch again. Never. No matter what. I can't fight until I am sure I have enough grief seeds.

Sharp Chin finally deigned to speak up, "From your faces neither of you are sure that thing up there is safe. We will move to a safe location. There is a manned wall just a few kilometers away in the opposite direction that seems to encircle the whole city. Presumably going beyond that wall will keep us from whatever that monster's doing and also lessen or outright stop the scream from reaching us. Edward, you lead. Iri, grab the girl and follow him. I'll be right after you. Go along the street to the east and follow it till you see the wall, then wait there. I'll do the talking."

The red eyed woman took Sayaka's hand and started leading her after Edward, who was already moving in the indicated direction. She turned around when Sayaka followed slowly. "Let's go, Sayaka, you're safe. We'll be fine, just follow me." Iri's such a worrywart, just like Mami. Always looking out for me. I like her.

With new determination, Sayaka jogged after Iri. I will help once I have the grief seeds, just you wait.

AN: I'm tired of flaming people's fics and decide to get flamed myself for once to balance out my bad karma.

There will be no more crossovers. Everything else in the fic would come from wormverse.

Note that Sayaka is Post-Witchout!Sayaka so she'd be a bit less brash and confident but still somewhat a typical tomboy, Edward would be more mature as he lived his whole life, but still the easy going nerd we know and love. Lelouch is more carefree but still a cunning bastard who likes to steal the show, and Iri would most likely try mother everyone as dealing with Illya took up an entire half of her experience in human interactions.

ffnet screws with my formatting. I don't think I've caught everything. Crossposted on SV under username ID Abao.

Last edited: 2018/06/05