Disclaimer: Worm is the property of Wildbow and I obviously am not Wildbow else this story probably woulda been featured on the actual webpage for Worm.


After reading so many Altpower!Taylor fics, I thought, "Jysrin! You're a semi-arrogant and self-important author with minor delusions of having quality writing! Why not write your own fic, just to see how royally you can fuck up the canon of Worm without looking like a total fool?"

And then this popped out of my brain. I regret some things. This may not be one of them.

Hopefully.

And now: I Have No Mouth, And I Must Scream


Awakening 1.1


Taylor Hebert screamed and slammed her hands against the door of her locker, desperately trying to escape the filth infested locker. Panic seized her as she pounded desperately against the confines of the locker, shredding her hands against the grating inside of it. She could hear the malicious laughter of Sophia, Madison, and Emma outside her locker and she despaired, knowing that nobody would come to help her anytime soon.

Insects of all kinds crawled over her and her wounds as the horrific stench of decaying blood filled Taylor's lungs. She felt her stomach heave and empty itself all over her shoes, her clothes, and the mess of used and decayed feminine hygiene products squelching around her legs. As the smell and the pain finally overtook her, Taylor's eyes rolled back into her head as she saw stars.

[Destination]

Taylor's vision filled with countless stars, two enormous things dancing around each other some distance away. Somehow, she knew that both were as big as planets, maybe even bigger. And falling from them… Shards? Yes, Shards of strange material, seemingly alive but not, each one a vast storage of incredible incomprehensible information.

[Denial]

One of the Shards approached her, filling her field of view until it appeared to be the size of the moon. For some reason, it filled her with a sense of control.

[Trajectory]

She watched as it passed through her, a profound sense of loss filling her as it left her behind to find some new host.

[Denial]

She drifted through the void of stars for what seemed like eons, mind slowly fragmenting away under the sheer weight of the void's strangeness. The two creatures danced just inside her field of view, shards splitting and dancing away as they reached throughout the cosmos on paths unknown to Taylor.

[Destination]

As she drifted, she grew closer to the strange entities, catching snippets of what felt like sound but wasn't as her mind fragmented further. A single reverberating word struck her through, sending her flinching away from the two entities in an attempt to save her own fractured consciousness.

[Agreement]

And a shard, strange and incomprehensible and terrible and dark and insane and terrifying flew into her view, large like a moon or a planet, and slammed her out of the void of stars and back into the locker, cracking her mind just a smidgen more.

[Mistake]

[Confusion]

[Terror]

[Realization]

[Trigger]


Suggested listening: /watch?v=f5Vm86dD3n0 (Space of a Lone God)


The first thing that clued Sophia into something going wrong with their prank was the sudden silence coming from the locker. Emma and Madison were still giggling, so they hadn't noticed a single thing. Then came the eerie feeling, seemingly darkening the hallway and catching the attention of just about everyone nearby. The strange aura of darkness intensified, actually causing some people to faint due to the sheer terror they felt.

Sophia dragged Madison and Emma away from the locker, both girls pale and shivering already. Sophia wasn't much better, to be honest, but her experience as Shadow Stalker helped her keep a cool head. Sophia cursed to herself, was weak little prey animal Taylor Hebert going through a Trigger Event!?

Of course she was, Sophia reasoned, and when she got out of the locker, Sophia was going to die. In fact the three of them were going to die if they didn't get out of there, so Sophia struggled to her feet, slapped Emma and Madison a few times, and hauled them to their feet with a bark of, "Wake up, dipshits! Hebert's triggering and if we don't get the fuck out of here right now, we are all dead!"

Emma and Madison just whimpered before scampering off. Weak little shits they were, Sophia thought before booking it after them. 'I'm not running away this is a strategic withdrawal. I'm not running away this is a strategic withdrawal. I'm not runni- Fuck it I am running!'

The vast majority of students still coherent fled as well, barely able to think through the haze of static starting to encroach on their minds and their vision. A few of the more foolhardy students- Greg Veder being one of them- kept still and had their phones out, sending calls out to PRT HQ and recording the scene.

For but a moment, all was still. Then a shrieking cacophony echoed through the halls of Winslow High School, driving everyone to their knees as red hot pain lanced through their skulls. Many developed cases of spontaneous hemorrhaging, bleeding from their eyes, noses, and ears as they thrashed on the floor. Those closest to the locker felt and saw static roaring through their minds, driving them to the brink of insanity with the thousands of horrifying whispers overlaid atop each other.

Something slammed into the inside of the locker door with enough force to dent it outwards, a second hit coming right after and launching the door across the hall and embedding it into the wall. An ominous mist drifted from the locker, just barely shrouding the pair of black and squirming appendages slowly moving in the air.

After yet another moment of silence, the few students left conscious in the wake of the scream still recording, a hand, unnervingly long and thin with chalk white skin and sharp, black nails, reached from the depths of the locker, groped around, and found purchase on the frame. A being hauled itself from the locker, a being with chalk white skin, disproportionately long limbs, a thick mane of waist length black hair, and most importantly… no face.

The creature looked around, shadowy tentacles flailing from its back, seemingly uncaring of its own nudity. It-no, she- took a step forward, shadows twisting around her body and forming into a pristine, black business suit, complete with pencil skirt and high heels. This was the scene that the Parahuman Response Teams intruded upon as they barged into the hallway, Miss Militia following close behind.

"Freeze!" the captain of the team shouted, leveling his containment foam sprayer at the suit-wearing thing in front of him. The creature stopped, turned on its heel, and somehow stared directly at the captain, seemingly delving deep into his soul as he shook with disproportionate terror.

Thankfully, nothing else happened as the creature merely hissed out a keening wail and collapsed into an unconscious heap, clearing the air of the oppressive dark aura and ceasing the static throughout everyone's minds.

And also disintegrating the suit it was wearing, for some reason.

Miss Militia was quick to find the unconscious and plainly feminine being a blanket.


A/N:

Yes, Slender.. uh… Woman. No, I don't know why. It just popped into my head and attacked my writing motivation until it surrendered to the plot bunny.

That said, I'm probably gonna see this through for a while, until the bitter end… or until I realize that it was a horrible mistake or something.

Also, don't mind the tags, this story won't be too overall horrific and dark. There's gonna be a lot of morbid and deadpan humor if I have anything to say about it.