New series. A totally original idea of a collection of Worm fics, haha. I'm making a sister series right next to this one called Tail Tales, where I put all these ideas not relating to Worm in my head and onto digital paper. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Overlord, nor do I own Worm.

Chapter 1: Maid in the head, dreams in the heart

{Tinker/Case 70 Taylor}

Taylor Hebert

[Destination]

[Agreement]

I choked, eyes burning as hot tears ran down my face. My hands gripped at nothing, as I stared blankly at the dark recess of the locker.

And then another wave of seizures hit me.

This one was more intense, I had the sensation of throwing up. I really screamed at this one, as this invisible force seemed to almost tear at my mind. Rolling waves of pain and burning that felt so hot I'd melt from the inside out.

I swear I saw stars as my vision went white.

And then I was somewhere else.

Clean, smaller. Afraid, in a way that felt more primal than anything I had ever felt in my life. Kneeling in front of someone-something, tall and wreathed in shadows, glaring darkly at me.

It was my-our lord.

Tall, evil… the bones of a monster.

And then I was in a white void.

………………………..

I had my body again.

Whatever that experience was, it wasn't mine.

A vivid memory, or some symbolic meaning.

The stark transition left me hyperventilating, my legs wobbled, and I fell to… whatever let me fall in the first place.

Sweat dripped down my face, cold sweat. I tried not to tremble to hard, my body still wracked with shivers.

"Ara?" A curious, small voice sounded out.

I gave a sharp gasp, turning around.

It was… a person? But they… didn't feel like a person.

Not something I could have described if I hadn't felt it. A feeling, maybe an instinct, in the back of my head telling me something was off. It sent warning signals to my brain, making me uneasy, slightly scared.

Of the small, asian girl in front of me. Dressed in an oversized maid costume.

"Who are you?" I hesitated, blinking to get focus. My chest shuddered a bit with my uneven breath. The light does not seem so comforting, not that it was before.

"Did I die?"

"What?"

"You dress strange." She hummed, ignoring my question. "Did you die too?"

I bit my lip, stiffening as the question registered. "I… I hope not."

"Really? You look super tense, do you need help relaxing?"

Her mouth wasn't moving.

"I… I'm fine." I swallowed, edging away from her.

"Are you sure?" She leaned close to my face, and I jerked back, flinching.

"I can hear your heart start to race… you aren't afraid of me are you…?"

I swallowed, tears starting to build up in my eyes. "I…"

"Don't be!"

Her arms spread out wide.

The long sleeves of her maid outfit pulled up, much too big for her small frame. Her hair was tied into buns, hard looking and purple, like segments to an exoskeleton.

"We're both dead together so why would I hurt you?!"

I winced, pausing at her cute voice. "I don't know if we're dead…"

"No… maybe not… still. I like you. There's this look in your eye. It reminds me of a great person I knew."

I blinked, momentarily stunned. "Oh… thank you?"

"I'm Entoma Valsilissa Zeta, the Insect Loving Maid." She introduced herself.

Insect loving? "I'm um, Taylor. Taylor Hebert."

"Nice to meet you Taylor!" She cheered. It eased some of my anxiety, and I relaxed just a bit.

"Nice to meet you too."

"Let's become best friends okay?"

"O...okay-"

…………..

I opened my eyes.

Even with them open I couldn't see.

My eyes were unfocused and my glasses were off. Meaning I was blind.

I heard the steady sound of a beep, a pressure on my index finger. The smell of sterilization, a baby crying in the other room. I tried moving but I was trapped, a… thick white blanket putting up a lot of resistance.

I was in a hospital.

No white void, no foreboding bone monsters. Just the sound of something a normal person would hear. I wasn't dead.

And then my mind exploded with these thoughts. Ideas. They burst from my head, making my hands itch, grip, twitch and spaz a bit, almost like there was a drug running through my blood, besides the one whatever the hospital put me on.

And I wanted to make something.

"Oh, so this is what this is." A calm, and familiar voice rang out in my head.

I didn't know what was going on! What was happening?!

"Don't panic please Taylor. We're in this together. Just try to remain calm."

I evened my breath somewhat, still hyperventilating in my hospital bed.

"Are… are you in my head?"

"I think so. I guess I did die then, maybe. I can pull back that flow of Mutter-speech that's overwhelming your thoughts. Should I?"

"Yes, please!" I gasped out, eyes dancing across the room as I tried to twist out of my covers. So many things needed to be built…

"Hmm… but why should I?" Her voice turned darker, and I shivered. Both from trying not to give in to my new impulses, and the coldness she held in her tone.

"Don't worry." She whispered in my head. "It'll feel better once you get it out of your system. I can tell. You also have some of my powers…"

Her thoughts weren't on me anymore, and some part of my brain knew I couldn't count on her for help.

Hold it in.

I couldn't take apart anything at the hospital. Not without turning some heads. If I could hold it for an hour or two, call the nurse in, lower their guard… I could sneak into a supply closet for a time.

Easier said than done.

I pressed the call button.

It dinged a few times… and I waited, more fidgeted, as I shifted uncomfortably in the bed.

My arms were weak, and my body was thin, thinner than I was before. I realised that I didn't really have a timeframe between the locker, and where I was now.

It occurred to me, past the slight shaking and painful migraine, that I could have been in a coma. The reason I couldn't make it out of the bed despite my physical protests were… probably because of that.

I shivered again, feeling cold at the thought of how much time I spent trapped in this damn bed. How close I was to probably being killed…

The nurse came in, smiling happily, way too happy to be in my room right now.

"Ms Herbert?"

"Hebert." I corrected, plastering on a weak smile.

"Hebert." She apologized. "How are you feeling?"

"Weak." I admitted. "The… the covers, the blankets are pretty heavy…"

"You've been in a coma for a long time." She said quietly, moving to the side of my bed, checking my vitals.

I swallowed.

"How long?"

"Three weeks."

I bit my lip, feeling hot. Tears burned in my eyes, and I breathed in slowly to calm myself down. So much had happened so quickly, I didn't even have time to really process things.

The Trio had put me in the locker, I had been in a coma, the vision I had about that bone monster, my conversation with the young maid who was now in my head… my-powers.

The endless flow of thoughts and desire to make-the feeling of hot itching boiling under my skin, wanting to get out.

To be free of the bed, and build what needed to be built.

Blueprints came to my head. Vague images of insects and bugs that I could make with my power.

But I needed to hold it in. And so I did. Barely.

"Are you in any pain? You're shaking."

"Um… I…"

I wasn't strong.

My eyes glinted up to the nurse.

Emma had proven that. Sophia, the school. After my dad fell apart, after I fell apart.

After my mom died.

And really, I didn't know if I had the strength to keep going.

But I could fake it. And I could fake it good.

"I'm still weak." My eyes dropped back down to the blankets. "From, the coma. And the blankets are tucked in really good…."

"Oh, yes, sorry." She loosened the white rough blankets, my warm prison, and suddenly I was free.

I sat up in my hospital bed, looking around for a distraction, or possibly thinking of one until I got the nurse to leave.

I said the first thing that came to mind.

"Where's dad?"

Her face softened. "Your father… he was an absolute mess. Um… no co workers came to pull him out of his funk, and right now he's in a legal battle with… well, he's not here right now. But I assure you, we've notified him right away, almost as soon as you pressed that button on the dial."

3 weeks.

3 fucking weeks of my life, just gone. I… had powers, or I was going crazy, but no, I had powers. Um… Tinker ones, if I remember the categories right.

It wanted me to make monsters. Bugs that'd… rip a person's face off, make it into a mask.

And that horrified me.

But I couldn't let it show, I wouldn't let it show.

"I'm going to leave you to yourself." The nurse said quietly. "I look like you need time to yourself."

I felt instant relief, to the point where it almost showed on my face.

"The doctor's going to come see you soon." She added.

"How long?"

"In 30 minutes or so."

I nodded, trying to look a bit sullen. It wasn't hard.

As soon as the door clicked shut I was up and moving.

It was time.

Alias001, without them I wouldn't have started this fanfiction.

I hope this stuck close enough to your original idea, with my twist of a Case 70 Taylor, Entoma Vasilissa Zeta.

But yeah. I have a loose collection of stories that I want to get out… share with you guys.

Yes, I know this is a lot like Seerking's Plot Bunnies… and it is. I won't stop someone from taking the stories on here, send me a message if ya do please, I just started writing for fun and all I ask is you enjoy my work. Or write a comment about what I should do better.

I'm gonna post stories on here frequently, but irregularly, basically my Writer's block hotspot.

Alright, bye, hope to come out with another chapter soon!