A/N: Before I start,I just want to give my Lord and Savior thanks for giving me the idea for this story, as well as showing me how to write it. You deserve to be praised, O Lord! Amen! Also, thanks, BHS, for your inspiring works, namely Shattered Skies.

Gosh, I never thought I'd be writing for Super Why again, but yet, here I am! Ever since I started watching the series again on PBS, I've gotten lots of ideas for continuing the story that Super Readers' Biggest Adventure started. And speaking of that, in order to get the feel of this story, I'd highly recommend reading that one in order to know who the characters are and the plot thus far.

This is part of a short-story series which follows the Super Readers and the other characters after the events of SRBA. Technically, this was supposed to be the last one before Chaos' Revenge happens, but I couldn't resist writing it.

So, yeah, I'm gonna shut up so you can enjoy the story...

Disclaimer: Even after all these years, I still don't own Super Why. The show is copyright of Angela Santomero and Out of the Blue Enterprises, as well as the other networks that own it.

"This is beyond anything I've ever seen, or heard of, Jeremiah," Ethan said, handing a scroll to the older superhero. "All of these stories have had their endings altered."

Jeremiah looked up from his stack of paperwork to see the scroll. He unfurled it and started to read. His brow furrowed as he studied the names of the stories closely. "This is odd indeed. Why, I believe we haven't seen something like this since the Evil Reader incident," he said. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the names, not believing what he was seeing.

All of the names on the list were stories that the Super Readers, his new protégés, had changed in order to solve their problems. The stories themselves were happier, and the characters inside each story hadn't faced much of a problem ever since the children had arrived, and ever since they had saved the world two months ago, they practically worshipped the children, even more than Mother Goose herself.

Ethan had come to him a few days before telling him that he felt a strange movement in the fairytale world, one that was connected with dark magic. Jeremiah had sent him on the case immediately, asking him to investigate every story. The scroll that Ethan had presented him with contained the names of all of the stories that made up the fairytale world, which in itself made for a pretty comprehensive list. The ones that had been severely altered were circled in red.

The ones that had been circled made up over half of the list.

Jeremiah frowned. He didn't like where this was going. The most reasonable suspect was his mortal enemy, Chaos, but he had long been cast into the Pits of No Return, where he would remain forever as punishment for his crimes. Another suspect was Jackson Flatts, but he had been stripped of most of his power since his imprisonment. He didn't even have a fraction of his reality-warping powers anymore, the powers that had made him a target for Chaos in the first place.

That meant there was only one other suspect.

Setting down the scroll at last, Jeremiah looked at Ethan sternly. "I need you to head to Storybrook Village. Tell Whyatt and his friends that I must speak to them urgently."

Super Readers' Biggest Adventure Gaiden

Darkness Rewrite

By: iheartgod175

Part 1: Darkness Rising

"Man, am I beat..."

"That's what happens when you decide to eat a big breakfast right before gym class, Whyatt."

"I couldn't help it, Red. I hadn't eaten much of anything yesterday!"

"And that's what happens when you decide to train for two hours."

"Hmm..."

Four friends sat outside together on a large picnic blanket, laughing and trading stories. The speaker, an olive-skinned boy with brown hair and deep blue eyes, slumped forwards, his expression tiresome as he looked at his plate of food while the girl to his right let out a small chuckle.

"Aw, come on, Whyatt. You're not that tired." The girl in question, a fair-skinned girl with sandy brown hair, freckles and brown eyes, patted the boy on his shoulder.

"I know I'm not." To her right sat a little pig who wore overalls and a yellow shirt, as well as a baseball cap that seemed a bit small on his head. His bright blue eyes were alight with excitement. "I'm looking forward to training with my powers this afternoon!"

"Oh my peas! I almost forgot that we have to write to Muse and Woofster soon!" The last occupant at their picnic was a dark-skinned girl with pea-colored eyes and long curly hair. She sat in front of her three friends, and pulled out a pen.

"I still can't believe it's been two months since we've seen them," Whyatt Beanstalk replied. "The last time we talked to them, Woofster was helping his father on a mission in his story."

"And Muse was solving a mystery about Prince Phillip," Princess Pea added.

Little Red Riding Hood sighed. "They're lucky to go on an adventure while we're stuck training."

Littlest Pig smiled. "They've been working as superheroes way longer than we have, Red. And since we've all got new powers now, I think Jeremiah wants us to control that first."

"...you've got a good point."

The bell soon rang, and children started to make their way back inside the school. Whyatt stood up first, and then helped Red up to her feet. She looked up at him in surprise at first before a little blush made its way to her face. A few seconds later, her hand fitted into his, and he lifted her up off the ground, feeling a little heat come to his face. A few kids walking by saw this and giggled, causing them to blush a little more.

It was still odd, Whyatt mused; only a few months before, he never would have thought that his friend had been in love with him, or that he had cared that much about her. They were still trying to get used to holding hands, and it then occurred to Whyatt what would have happened if they were to ever kiss. An uncontrollable amount of heat came to his face then, and he knew that he was about as red as her shirt.

"Uh, Whyatt?" Red started. "Are you okay?"

Whyatt chuckled nervously. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine," he said. "J-Just had a thought, that's all..."

"Well, if you guys are done thinking," Pig said, motioning to the school doors.

"Right," Whyatt said, beginning to breathe a little easier. "L-Let's get to class."

Princess Pea and Pig made their way inside, and then Whyatt and Red followed behind. The whole time they did so, their hands remained linked, and neither of them seemed content to let the other go.

Elsewhere...

It was a warm, spring afternoon in the park, where a crowd of dogs were gathered. A few yipped with excitement, their tails wagging furiously as they watched Woofster prepare for his afternoon practice, just as they had every day for weeks.

Just a few months ago, Woofster's life had been upended with the Evil Reader Incident. He'd led an unremarkable life until then; he was the son of the legendary Blue Wonder, but he wasn't as strong as his siblings, and was, to put it simply, a nerd. Not that being nerdy was a bad thing; his smarts had helped on more than one occasion. They just didn't help him save the day often.

That had all changed when he met Princess Muse of Major Land and ended up getting involved in a battle to save the fairytale world from being taken over. Now, he not only had become a savior of the worlds, but he had also gained new powers, respect from his father, and friendships with the other Super Readers.

Currently, he was exercising with the powers in question: powers that dealt with lightning to be exact. The first time he'd used his powers, he'd simply covered his body with lightning while he ran at high speed towards his target. While that was a nice power to have, he knew he'd need some new tricks in order to defeat any new opponents that came his way.

"Alright," he said, planting his feet on the ground. "Let's do this."

"Go, Woofster!" one of the puppies cheered before barking happily.

Woofster turned to survey the crowd and smiled. Before, a crowd would have made him nervous, but after a while, he got used to their presence and learned to focus. Even better, having them there helped him learn all about control, as lightning was quite unpredictable.

Turning back to face the front, Woofster narrowed his eyes at the three dummies that were scattered around the field. The dictionary badge on his dog collar began to spark with electricity, and sparks climbed over his fur as he concentrated. Gasps of surprise came from the group as they watched the field of lightning grow around Woofster.

Alright, now to remember that trick that Muse taught me. Closing his eyes, he called a mental image of the lightning surrounding him forming into spheres. He could feel an ache begin in the back of his head as he put his mind to work. Soon, the field of lightning surrounding him started to dissolve as the bolts started to form six baseball-sized spheres of crackling energy. He opened his eyes and, to his dismay, he found that his vision was starting to blur, a side effect of the conversion. Instead of three dummies, he was seeing doubles of them, and he narrowed his eyes in concentration to keep himself from falling over.

Alright. Here we go. He exhaled slowly and then looked at the targets. When his vision cleared up a little more, he shouted, "Fire!"

Electricity crackled as the spheres shot forwards, most of them heading in a straight line. Two spheres slammed into the dummy in front of him, while the others shot past and hit the ground, creating miniature explosions that sent dust clouds flying into the air. Spent from using so much energy, Woofster fell forwards, his legs having gone limp and his neck going stiff.

"Oh, no!" One of the puppies, a pink poodle wearing green and yellow sneakers, rushed forwards to help him. "Are you okay, Woofster?"

Woofster opened his eyes and offered a smile to the poodle. "Yeah, I'll be fine, Priscilla. But that new trick's a doozy."

"I'll say." A Dalmatian puppy with blue eyes walked over to him. "You looked like you were having a tough time back there."

"It's not easy creating a new attack. I don't know how Muse manages to do that at the drop of a hat," Woofster replied.

"Isn't Muse off on some new adventure or something?" Priscilla asked.

"Yeah. She and her dad are trying to find a way to save the World Tree," he said. "I just hope nothing happens to it again..."

"Can you tell us about the World Tree, Woofster?" the Dalmatian asked.

"Yeah! I wanna know all about the battle with the Evil Reader!" Priscilla said.

"Sure!" Woofster agreed. No matter how many times he told them, he was amazed that people found the story of the Evil Reader fascinating. At that moment, his stomach rumbled loudly, gaining the attention of everyone surrounding him. He looked up at them sheepishly.

"Uh...you don't mind if I tell it to you guys over lunch, right?"

"...and that is the history of the Mother Goose statue. Thank you."

Applause filled the room as Red finished her history report, and the brunette beamed as she looked at her classmates. The ones clapping the most for her were her friends, and when she looked at Whyatt, she managed to bite back a blush.

"Thank you, Red. That was an excellent report," Ms. Clementine said. She clasped her hands together as she looked at the class. "Does anybody else want to go next."

A few hands shot into the air, and Ms. Clementine laughed as the children all tried to jostle for position. "Alright, alright, everyone, settle down!" She pointed at Little Boy Blue, who was waving his hand frantically in the air. "Okay, Little Boy Blue, you can go next."

"Um...actually, I have to go to the bathroom," Little Boy Blue said, "and I've had to go for the last few minutes."

"Oh! Well, don't let us hold you back then! Go on to the bathroom, but don't take too long," Ms. Clementine said. "After this last report, we're doing math."

Everyone in class groaned, but Little Boy Blue beamed. "Alright!" he cheered. He then got out of his chair and went to grab the bathroom pass hanging on the wall. "I won't be long, Ms. Clementine!"

He made to open the door, but that was when the door opened for him. He jumped back a little and looked up at the stranger in the doorway, who was a tall, dark-skinned man with glasses and wearing gold and red robes.

Ms. Clementine looked just as surprised. "Can I help you, sir?" she asked.

The man cleared his throat. "My name is Ethan, personal messenger to Jeremiah of the Superhero Council," he said.

"The...the Superhero Council?" Ms. Clementine repeated, just as shocked.

Ethan nodded. It was right then that Whyatt got out of his chair. "Ethan?" he asked. "What are you doing here?"

Ethan turned to look at him then, and Whyatt was taken aback by the seriousness in his eyes. "There's been another incident in the fairytale world, Whyatt. I was sent to bring you and your friends to the Superhero Council at once by Jeremiah himself."

Whyatt looked at his friends, who looked as confused as he felt. Pig, for his part, looked scared. He then looked to his teacher. "Ms. Clementine, can you call our parents and tell them that we're going to be late coming home?" he asked.

"Um..y-yes, of course!" Ms. Clementine cleared her throat to regain her composure. "Just be careful, okay, kids?"

Whyatt smiled. "We will," he said.

"Um, can I go to the bathroom now?" Little Boy Blue asked Ethan.

Ethan looked down at him,and his glance became much warmer. "Of course. I'm sorry I startled you," he said. "Allow me." He soon moved out of the way, and Little Boy Blue ran down the hallway, not wanting to be in the way much longer.

As Whyatt walked over to Ethan, millions of questions formed on his tongue. What was going on in the fairytale world that was so serious? Why was Ethan so serious? And why did he get the feeling that he was in trouble somehow?

Soon, they were all walking down the hallway together, not saying anything to each other at all. Princess Pea and Pig sent furtive glances at each other, while Red was giving Ethan a pointed glare. Whyatt pulled at his fingers nervously and focused his gaze on the floor.

"So, what's going on this time?" Princess Pea started.

"I don't have all the details yet, but someone is going around changing the stories...and we have reason to believe that that someone has reality-warping powers."

"R-Reality warping powers?" Pig repeated.

"Yes."

"B-But...the only person who has reality-warping powers is Jackson!" Red pointed out. "And he and Lexicon are in jail!"

"Yes, but there is one other suspect that Jeremiah is thinking of," Ethan said. At this, he gave Whyatt a pointed look. "And this suspect is very close to you all."

Whyatt stopped in his tracks, and so did the others. The realization hit him hard, and it made his throat close up and his face pale.

"Y-You mean...Jeremiah thinks Whyatt did it?" Princess Pea whispered.

"That's ridiculous!" Red shouted. Her face had matched her hoodie. "Whyatt would never do something like that!"

"She's right! We haven't changed any stories since the stuff with the Evil Reader!" Pig added.

"Even so, Jeremiah wishes to hear this himself, as well as the rest of the Council," Ethan replied. "He will be relieved when we tell him what you've said, but at the same time..."

Whyatt seemed to have found his voice. He looked up at Ethan. "He'll be annoyed because he can't find out who did it, right?"

Ethan nodded. "I understand that you're all confused, but we don't have all the answers, and I can't answer all your questions. The only way we can solve this mystery is if we head to the Superhero Council right now."

Red sighed and folded her arms, but Whyatt interrupted before she could speak. "Alright. We'll go."

"Come along then. The chariot is waiting," Ethan said.

Wordlessly, the four Super Readers made their way outside.

"And that's how you got your new medal?" Priscilla asked.

Woofster beamed. "Yep! The best part was when me and my dad went out for burgers afterwards."

"Ooh, I love burgers!" Priscilla replied. "But my parents won't let me eat them. Something about it not being proper, or something like that. I have no idea what that word even means."

At that, Woofster's tail curled into a question mark as he turned towards her with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. "I can tell you what any word means!" he said.

"Oh, boy, here he goes," the Dalmatian puppy replied, playfully rolling his eyes.

Woofster sent the puppy a lopsided smile in return, and turned to Priscilla, the explanation right on the tip of his tongue-

"There you are! I've been searching for you everywhere, Woofster!"

Woofster's mouth snapped shut, and his eyes widened in surprise. He turned to face the owner of the voice, histail wagging excitedly. "Hey, Why-"

He stopped again, staring at the person who stood before him and his friends. He was a boy who looked a lot like Whyatt...but at the same time, Woofster got the impression that it wasn't him at all. The boy's costume appeared to be an inverted version of Super Why's costume, only that the main body of the suit was black, and the sleeves and briefs were green. The book emblem emblazoned on the chest was red and gold, surrounded with a black nexus. His mask was jagged in the front, looking a lot like a bat's wings.

"Whyatt...?" Woofster said.

"Oh...I'm not Whyatt," the boy said. He looked up at Woofster then, and the deep green, soulless eyes that stared into Woofster's confirmed it. "But I'll bet you wish I was."

"What are you talking about-"

"I'll explain everything," the boy interrupted. In the blink of an eye, a cutlass materialized into his hands. With a deft spin, he pointed his weapon at Woofster. "That is, if you can defeat me."

Whines from behind him reminded Woofster of his situation. He turned towards Priscilla with a serious expression. "Priscilla, you take the others and get out of here."

"B-But what about you?" she asked.

"I'll handle this guy. You and the others get to safety," Woofster replied. "I'll come back to join you when I'm finished up here."

Priscilla still looked worried, but one look at the other dogs made up her mind. With another glance towards Woofster, she and the rest of the dogs took off running for the park exit.

"So, what's your decision?" the boy replied, flashing him a razor-sharp smile.

Woofster pawed at the ground before shifting into a battle stance. He didn't know who this lookalike was, or what he was doing here in his story, but he wasn't about to let him near his friends. His eyes narrowed, and a gold aura surrounded him, illuminating the blues of his eyes.

"You're on."

And that is the end of the first part of this short story! I'm thinking of making it a four or five chapter story-and hopefully, it won't take me a long time to finish it. There are some Easter eggs thrown in: the puppy that Woofster's talking to, Priscilla, is inspired by the puppy in the episode "Pupp-Athon" and the Dalmatian is inspired by Marshall from Paw Patrol (who's my favorite of the pups). Some events that are described by the Super Readers (Woofster's adventure with his father, and Muse and her father's mystery solving) are going to appear later in this short-story series. As I said, the adventure continues!

Next part will reveal who the Whyatt-lookalike is, and shows the outcome of the Super Readers' meeting with Jeremiah and the rest of the Superhero Council. Let me know what you think of the story in your reviews!

God bless, iheartgod175