AN: Hi! Time for yet another Worm Kamen Rider Fic! Look. It's fun. Don't judge me or I'll enter my edgy emo phase of Fanfiction writing. And nobody wants that from the guy who likes writing happy stories for the most part.

Nnngh…

"Where… Where am I…?"

What can I remember…?

My name… Alfie. Alfie Spada? No not Spada… Something close though… Spider? No… Something similar to that… Eh, screw it. I'll assume it's Spada for now…

What else can I remember…?

"I'm… A fan of Kamen Rider… I have Autism, ADHD… I like Worm Fanfics… Uh... What else…?"

Oh yeah. I was wearing a suit for some reason… Better stand up. I stood up.

"Okay… Better get my bearings…" I muttered, looking around carefully… Yep. As I suspected. "It's official… I'm lost." I sighed, leaving the alleyway I was in, digging through my pockets to see what I had on me…

A note…

A deck of cards, with some missing…

A knife…

Oh hey there's a little cereal bar! Oooh! It has little chocolate chips! I tore into the bar quickly, eating it in a few seconds flat!

"Wait. Why would I have a note, incomplete deck of cards, and a knife…?" I wondered, pulling them all out and sitting down at the edge of the alleyway…

The knife was nothing special, dull, worn out, not much damage dealing ability…

The Cards… Weird. The case won't open? Stupid lock… I checked the note, idly noticing the key taped to the bottom.

TheTwoMind;

My apologies for dumping you in this world without warning, but after delivering your counterparts to their destinations, I didn't have the time to give you anything helpful. While one counterpart has the ability to adapt to his environment, and the other has the ability to obtain his supplies from others, your gear… Well… I lost some of it. When I sent you here, the deck scattered. You have most of your tools, but a large portion of them are in fact useless to you. My apologies once again. As a way to make this up to you, I made sure to place you somewhere that you shall have assistance, as well as providing you with a partner to guide you.

Sincerely; [DATA EXPUNGED]

PS; I forgot my name cannot be read by mortal minds… Just call me an ROB.

… "What." I… I was in some kind of game to this guy?! And I started at a disadvantage?! "That asshole!" I growled, pulling the key off of the note, and unlocking the deck box. As I did so, it rippled, and jumped onto my arm, forming a gauntlet of sorts, with the part on my wrist containing an Eyeball… "What the fuck?!" I screeched, waving my arm as fast as I could.

"Whoa! Calm down! Please! I'm dizzy!" The Gauntlet said quickly, sounding nauseous. I instantly stopped. "Thank you…" It mumbled, burping a bit. "You're Alfie, right? Nice to meet you. I'm your partner. I'm called Wildcard." It introduced, having a guys voice.

"I… Nice to meet you…?" I responded, unsure of what to say.

"Just trust me here. Anyway, you should get moving. I'll guide you to the place you'll get assistance." He said, the Gauntlet sinking under my suit's sleeve, hiding most of it from view, except for the eye…

"Okay…" I agreed, beginning to Walk. With Wildcard's advice, I quickly arrived at what looked like a normal apartment. "You sure this is the right place?" I asked nervously, not wanting to be wrong.

"Trust me. Just knock twice, and I'll handle the talking." I complied, not thinking about what he'd said, until the door opened, to reveal a girl standing at the door, with dark blonde hair, freckles on the bridge of her nose, and Green eyes, sorta like bottle glass…

She looked me over, eyeing the suit, as well as Wildcard as he poked out of my sleeve. "You Wildcard?" She asked me, a glint in her eyes telling me that she already knew the answer.

I shrugged. "I dunno. You tell me." I replied, giving a small grin.

She grinned, giving a nod. "You're the guy. Wildcard's the Gauntlet." She said out-loud.

"That's right." Wildcard confirmed, rising out of my sleeve, the fabric pressed against my skin.

She eyed the Gauntlet curiously. "Huh… Interesting…" She muttered to herself, but didn't say what was interesting. "Anyway. Follow me, I'll explain what you need to know." She told, me pulling me inside and closing the door quickly. I followed her as she walked through the apartment, heading into a room and yanking me in forcefully.

"Ow…" I muttered, rubbing my wrist.

"You just stay there, get yourself a drink, whatever. I'm going to get everyone and bring them here." She said, walking off before I could respond.

"… Wildcard?"

"Yeah?"

"Am I ever gonna get a straight answer?" I asked hopefully, as I looked around and got a glass of water.

"Eh, maybe."

"Great…" I sighed, drinking the water and putting the glass away.

"Look, I just don't get why he thinks we need another member. We really only need a tinker or pre-cog. What's this guy, striker?" A deep masculine voice said, getting closer.

"Weak striker. But he has a lot of neat tricks up his sleeve." The Girl's voice responded, also approaching…

"We'll see." Another voice responded, not caring.

The Door opened, to reveal a small group of people, all of them less than 18. I stared at them, wondering why they looked familiar… And then it hit me, almost as hard as my hand jolted me off of the chair I was sitting on.

"The Fucking Undersiders?!" I yelped as my hand pulled me off of the chair.

"Huh, he knows who we are. " A boy said, as I regained control over my hand…

"Regent then…" I muttered, glaring a little. "Fucking Masters." I grumbled to myself, standing up slowly. I turned to a girl, who was very… butch, I guess. She had dogs around her. "Hellhound." I said to myself, making her glare at me.

"Bitch." She corrected angrily.

"Okay, but I don't like insulting girls. Not cause I'm sexist or anything, it's just that I'm a complete and utter coward when it comes to insulting people. Girl's have the added layer of a seemingly infinite army of other girls." I explained. "Basically, I'm not calling you the name you like, cause I'm a coward and it's been drilled into me not to insult girls."

She stared for a few moments, and nodded. "Fine. But only because you explained it." She huffed.

I turned again, finding a very tall guy standing in front of me. I meeped a little. "Grue…?" I questioned, honestly scared. He nodded.

I turned to the last girl. "So you're Tattletale." I determined, getting a nod.

"Now can someone please explain to me why I'm here?" I asked hopefully, sitting down.

"I got some of the info." Wildcard said. "Basically, you can't go home 'cause stuff happened, and you got stuck here. The being who sent you kinda messed up, and to make up for it, set you up to work with these guys."

"Okay. And the cards?"

"Like Blade but without monsters."

"Oh… Which ones am I missing?"

"Red Joker, All Kings, Queens, Jacks, Tens, and three Aces."

"Why only three?"

"Cause the Ace is your changer card."

"… You mean… I'm a Kamen rider…?"

"Yep."

"And I'm working with the undersiders, who are villains… Why?"

"Because you've got nothing to lose, and your mental state was altered when you arrived." Tattletale revealed.

"Altered… How?" I asked, worried.

"Nothing much, just you have a bigger flair for theatrics, and crime is less terrifying to do." She explained.

"Alright, I can handle that." I decided.

"Oh, and one more thing." She added.

"Yes?"

"You are gonna need a cape name, and a suit. Your rider one won't work all the time. The one you have now could work, but it needs adding too." She decided.

I instantly came up with a name, one that would screw up the PRT's heads.

"Ace Midnight." I decided. "They won't know if it's a cape name or not." I explained, with a grin… Guess I was a criminal Rider. "Now… When's it gonna be… Showtime?"