Forewarning : This is fanfiction. I do not own Worm. (Wildbow does. Praised be Wildbow.)Technically this should be a crossover with a serie of my own, except considering I never quite got the courage to put my Tales of Kellios on the web, well...Anyhow. As I said, this is technically a crossover adding ToK's main character in the joyous mess that is the Wormverse. How to explain...The basics is Kellios is a planet where everyone has paranormal potential. No magic, please do note, as it's playing strictly with physical factors. No breaking the laws of physics. Overall, think FMA-style alchemy plus kinetic manipulation.

Now, before anyone starts worrying : A/ this will not be OC-centric. The added character will be here to help, but she'll be a character, not the character, even if she will have a bit of limelight. The story will revolve around Skitter, only this time she'll have...A little more help. B/ While Mia is powerful in her own right...Let's just say that she won't be the all-solving hammer. While undoubtedly powerful enough to be a high-tier cape, she's still limited enough to fit in the setting. Plus, she has plenty of weaknesses to counterbalance her combat prowesses. Any and quite possibly all of them will be exploited, to a certain extent.

Evolution-1.1

In a locker, a victim of bullies was panicking. She had triggered, but while the bugs could now be kept away from her, she was nowhere closer to getting out, the door locked strongly. Her name was Taylor Hebert and to Taylor Hebert, Life was Suffering.

The Being looked unhappily. He had seen Taylor suffer time and time again. It wasn't new. Worse, it was no longer fun. So, he decided to change the rules. Prod this reality a bit more, see what would come from it.

In another part of the Multiverse, a young woman was dying. Her name was Mia Farkas. In many realities, she would have lived up to several centuries, due to both biological differences and her world's incredible science. She was a living myth already despite her youth, and would in the favorable timelines be one of those who would lead her world into a golden age. But instead, she laid here in a pool on her own blood, to leave a forlorn lover, an orphaned child and an abandoned country. The Being picked several similarities between the two. A will that would make steel seem brittle. A mind sharp, so sharp it often risked cutting itself. Vulnerabilities, hidden behind a face of unbreakable toughness. Watching the kindred of spirits, the Being was suitably amused. Yes, the rules would change fast, oh so fast! This would be fun once again.

For a second, he linked the two minds, because it amused Him to do so. Then, after patching his target (after all, what good was change if it died up so soon?), he whispered to his two new champions' ears a simple message.

"Go. Grow strong. Show them."

Mia flopped to the floor, unsure of what was happening. She could still smell the stench of blood, but no longer felt her pain. The inside of her hair was still slightly tinted crimson, but she could no longer feel herself fading. She stood up, unsure.

'I was dying, and now I seem to be...In a high school?The hell?'

A short moment of introspection later :

'And several years younger. Really, transdimensional travel is bullshit.'

Instantly, however, she could feel the thumping from the inside of a locker, hear the muttered plea for help. And went straight for it. One of the bullies snapped out of her funk, the fact that someone appeared from nowhere outweighed by the that fact that this someone was trying to break up their revenge.

"Who-"

She stopped instantly as the stranger raised a fist that radiated an eerie light...And punched through the locker's door, before ripping said door like paper and reaching for the victim inside. An intense stench of rot and coagulated blood rose from the metal box. The newcomer didn't even flinch, instead focused on delicately extracting the adolescent from the trap and muttering a few reassuring words before turning over to the three.

She was a diminutive girl, reaching barely over the 1m60 and quite thin, with a dense musculature that made her stronger than she looked. She had long, delicate brown hair and eyes of a blue so dark they approached the purple. Her clothes were nothing out of the ordinary : a t-shirt that had a few rips, a tattered but mostly holding jeans, solid leather boots. On her face, she had some kind of visor on her left eye that would evoke tinkertech, if it didn't look more like some toy. Yet despite her body's almost childish looks, her eyes told an entirely different story. And there was something in her look, in her stance that just pushed everything single alarm in the three bullies' minds. Of course, the fact that she had a bona fide sword at her hip may have helped as well. Plus the fact that she was deploying military-grade killer glares.

"I assume you three are the cause of this mess?"

Her voice was ice cold. The one that was obviously the pack leader snarled at her while another yapped at her.

"Who are you?"

As she started to answer, the leader, Sophia Hess was her name, turned into smoke, managing to discretely get behind her target before regaining tangibility...And taking a rather epic backhand to the face.

"You may call me Haven. And I will make sure you find none until you admit. Every. Last. Thing. About this."

Letting go of her anger was tough. The situation felt horribly similar to what she had lived herself. But staying furious would solve nothing. Instead, she forcibly relaxed and let a worried smile on as she turned to the center of all of this.

"Are you alright? Can you walk or do I have to carry you to the nearest police station? Or should I get you to a hospital ?"

The voice that answered her was barely more than a croak. Both the tone and the matter broke the interloper's heart.

"Don't bother. They'll just keep classifying it for "lack of proof". I'm not important enough...

"At least the runt knows her-"

"Shut. Up."

During the entire scene, Sophia Hess had looked angry. Madison Clements, the follower and the only one to have spoken (until the very last moment), looked shocked. But the most moved had been the third one. The silent one. Emma Barnes. Once Taylor Hebert's best and only friend, now both the lead and the lackey of the bullies that had done everything to make her life hell. She had looked horrified when her victim was taken out of what could summed up as biohazard. Her small mental world had been shaken, although hadn't fully crumbled. Not yet. As she saw her friend get slapped across the face, she remained stoic, frozen. But a good eye may see a hint of relief, hidden beneath the contempt and, for lack of a better word, bitchiness. The lack of lawsuit was a good thing for her, after all...

Silence returned. Haven lifted the victim and put her on her back, basically giving her a piggyback ride. She kept being seemingly undisturbed by the mess that covered the girl or the smell.

Without a glance to the three bullies, she left.

Once she had taken enough distance from the scene, she spoke again, only this time her voice was devoid of its previous harshness.

"So...I should be getting to a hospital. But I'm gonna need some directions, miss...?

"Hebert. Taylor Hebert. I'm not sure why you help me, but...Thank you. For the locker, for biting them back, for...Treating me like a human."

There was a hardly dissimulated sob. It did not come from Taylor Hebert.

"Once we're done there, I'm going to make a deposition, okay? The cops won't like that.

"Please don't. You'd only get hurt too."

"Hurt? I'll be fine, T...Can I call you T? I tend to abbreviate the name of my...Friends. And I have the feeling that I'm not the only one here to need new ones..."

Taylor blinked. Obviously, that wasn't expected.

"I...Guess that's okay. Thank you. And let me guide you. There, turn left..."

It took a while. Taylor was still dazed, and her directives were a tad imprecise. But in the end, they made it. Through the automatic door, to the help desk. Then, the dimensional newcomer went straight to the point with the receptionist.

"Got a case here. Partial shock, bruises, cuts, and exposure to biohazard. Please treat her fast and give me access to a godsdamn shower. Please?"

And then, she basically crumbled on herself,exhausted and weakened from the toxic products. The two were placed in emergency care, having held on through sheer grit. One was identified and her father contacted, the other meeting no match in the official files, and discreetly left after washing herself and making sure that the first was being treated. And they left it that way.

[REDACTED]'s notebook

Taylor Hebert/?

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Note : My first champion. Young, but jaded. Currently unreadable, even by me. How fascinating...Underdog as of now, but stronger and smarter than she credits herself.

Mia Farkas/Haven

Mover 5/Shaker 11/Thinker 7/Brute 3

My second champion. Powerhouse, although not as much as some would think. I sense a great deal of both learning and teaching potential.

Sophia Hess/Shadow Stalker

Breaker 3/Stranger 2/Mover 1

A wannabe vigilant.A bully. Probably out of the equation for now...

Ugh. I just realized how many typos and outright missing fractions of text there were. Ugh. Not sure how some these happened but hey, they're fixed now.