Someone once asked if I could write a Gamer Worm fic. I have that, this is a case of writter's block where I put my fiction ideas. If you think this is a shoddy offshoot version of Seerking's series then yeah.

Major inspiration to my work, this is just a place to put my Worm fic ideas.

Disclaimer: I don't own Worm or any of it's characters. Nor do I own The Gamer.

Taylor Herbert

Being shoved into a locker, I learned, wasn't any fun.

Being shoved in a locker for a whole day, I learned, was less fun.

It wasn't the smell. Or the dirty needles. Or even the waste or bugs.

It was the isolation. The feeling of deep pain as another person passed by my locker, hearing me scream and cry, knowing they could help, but didn't.

I've spent my whole life feeling weak. From my mom, to Emma, to the bullying.

And I hated it.

I hated them. I hated her. I hated Sophia.

They ruined my life, ruined the things I cared about. Shoved me into a locker with no remorse for their actions.

And I was ignored, even as I cried out when dirty needles stabbed into my skin. A spider ran down my back. Something biting my skin.

Nobody came.

Because nobody cared.

I hated this world, a world where nobody came.

[Destroy This World?]

[Yes] [No]

……………..

[No]

I didn't do it out of the kindness of my heart.

I did it out of spite.

If I pressed yes, then I'd break. Just like she wanted me to.

And she could stick it. SHE COULD STICK IT!

This would be my first interaction with The Game, even if I didn't remember it afterward, at least for a while. Even as I recollected my memories all I found were broken thoughts and worrying images Possibly because it locked that part of my memory.

Or maybe it was from being delirious from the toxic waste-either way, it wouldn't be till I woke up later that'd I'd have my first real taste at what would eventually lead me on the path of being the greatest hero.

….

I opened my eyes, to flashing blue screens clouding my vision.

[Status Effect: Disease cured!]

[Status Effect: Depression nulled!]

[Warning!! Unknown interference acknowledged!]

[Updating… power added! Skill Tree updated!]

I blinked at the multitude of screens assaulting my vision, closing my eyes and leaning back into the bed I found myself in.

Once I had enough with laying down, I opened my eyes to look at the other screens, blinking slowly.

[Welcome Gamer!]

[Looks like you've been through a harrowing and traumatic experience, don't worry! We'll fix up any damage you may have had, with Gamer's Mind and Gamer's Body! Here, have 10 free points and perk points! Assign them as you wish.]

"Huh."

[Taylor Herbert]

[Hp: 500/500] [Mp: 1,700]

[Stats]

Str: 4

Vit: 5

Int: 17

Wis: 13

Luc: ?

Bio: Taylor Herbert has been depressed since she lost her mom. Her best friend turned on her after ?, and used her personal information to harass her. She was shoved into a locker a week ago, before waking up from a coma, now with the power of The Gamer.

Huh.

…...

Hana(Hannah){Miss Militia}

I wasn't usually one to do this. We had teams for that. Protocols. For this. Potential triggers.

And they swept over her brain scans, finding nothing to indicate any trigger. Goodness knows they dropped her case file the moment they saw that.

That must be why I was doing this, seeing her. Someone bullied to the point of a potential trigger being dropped by people important because she was deemed unimportant. That didn't sit well with me.

In Brockton Bay, worse things happened all the time, at this very minute. Killers, thugs, actual triggers taking place-this city is a nightmare.

But a forgotten girl abandoned by those fit to help her was not something I could stand by and watch. The Protectorate had its flaws, but this…

I shook my head, making my way inside the hospital room, shaking off my thoughts.

She stared dully at the ceiling, green eyes blank and tired.

"Taylor? Taylor Hebert?"

She gave a soft huff of surprise as I moved into the room and sat down in a chair.

"Do you know who I am?"

Her lips twitch, and her eyes shone with small amusement and shock.

"I don't think anyone doesn't know who you are. I used to buy toys with your face on them."

She was a beautiful young girl. Dark hair curled slightly, wide green eyes. Wonderful pale skin not hiding the way her athletic figure shown through.

"I love your hair."

She ran a hand through it. "It's my only femine quality."

I pursed my lips. "Is that what they said?"

"It's what I think."

We sat there, silent for a bit.

"They dropped my case, didn't they?"

I gave a sharp jerk. "I-"

"If they thought I triggered, this would be a different conversation. But because I didn't, they don't care. My dad hasn't been the same since my mom died… I haven't told him about the bullying. The whole school's in on it really, so it wouldn't make much difference if the Protectorate took notice of me. My word against the school's."

He wide green intelligent eyes bored into mine.

"So they dropped my case."

I slowly nodded. "I… didn't think it was right."

Her face pinked at that, finally showing emotion, looking down to hide her muted embarrassment. "Thank you. They aren't… they aren't getting in trouble for this-for what they did to me. But it's nice to know someone cares."

I looked down, gripping my chair tighter.

And in the grand scheme of her life, she was right. Nothing would change. Taylor would go back to school and be bullied, probably hospitalized again, and maybe one day it'd off her, and nobody outside her father would care. Nobody besides me.

And something in me just couldn't let it stand.

"I want you to work for me."

She blinked. "What? But-you're a superhero." She stuttered.

"And you're an intelligent young woman."

"I… what would I even do?"

I hadn't worked that out.

But good bullshiting is half of being a superhero. Especially a superhero in Brockton Bay. "My power gives me guns to shoot things, and I'm good at it. You're a smart, independent young woman. Helping me out with my daily schedule while I smash someone's face in sounds like something we could arrange."

Of course I was downplaying what I did. I wasn't some brute who magic'd weapons. But I knew appealing to her own value wouldn't work. Most cases of bully victims were like that, choosing not to believe a lot of good things about themselves.

Her comment about her hair cementing that.

"You mean, like a secretary?"

"I was thinking more of an assistant."

"I… I'm 15."

"Legally you'd be like a Ward."

"This… feels rather sudden."

"If you don't want to I'd understand."

"No I… I accept."

Maybe I didn't know where this was going. Maybe this was a mistake. I certainly made use of my status as someone she looked up to manipulate her into doing what I wanted.

But the hope in her eyes made it worth it.

…...

Taylor Hebert

I didn't know anything about being an assistant.

Int: 22

(Skill Tree)[Intelligence]

[Insight unlocked!]

But I did know about playing smart.

Sure, I knew about video games, but I've never played a real one in my entire life. That felt like knowledge I needed right about now, with my quirky, undetectable, new cape power.

But like with most things in life, I decided to go with the flow.

Libraries would be a good way to track new capes, at least the Thinkers.

Good thing I wouldn't be doing anything too obvious. If a young girl thinking about getting into accounting was anything seen as suspicious, I'd eat my left shoe.

[Insight] was a godsend, in that regard.

The sudden increase in my intelligence played with my mind. Giving me all sorts of possibilities and things to be wary of.

With Insight though I knew thinking that way was stupid. If anyone knew I triggered, I'd already be hounded. If it was particularly obvious, then I'd already be in someone's grasp.

Sure, as I grew holding back would be necessary, but even then I didn't really have to worry about that. Thinking about it too hard is pointless, it'll get me nowhere.

So let's focus on the present.

Accounting isn't something I ever thought of doing really. I just started highschool when my mom died, and for the past year and a half all I've really thought about was getting by.

So let's change that. In a few days I'd be starting my job, I'd be working for a friggin superhero.

Going over the manual for the status section, the cap for regular human intelligence was 30. Einstein was a 24. The highest ever recorded was some woman named Mary Anne, who had an intelligence of 27. Wow.

So with my new almost Einstein level of intelligence I breezed through tips and guides, protocols and how to's. It turned out being an assistant was a pretty interesting job. Setting up meetings, reviewing reports, phone calls, and tidying up my boss's schedule. Neat.

It took 2 hours to file everything in my brain. Practice doing stuff. Looking up how to do stuff. And by the time I was finished I felt it'd be a bit touch and go but Miss Militia and I could make it work.

And that put an excited grin to my face.

But it was the thought afterwards that had my whole face light up.

It was time to test my powers.

………………...

[Earth Shaker](!)

Bio: The earth is more than just the dirt beneath your feet. And you have the power to shake it. Shape the ground. Shape the dirt. The air, the water. Let no one subdue your nature.

Huh.

I was at The Docks. The old boat graveyard. It was dark and that helped me remain hidden from eyes that could have spotted me in the daytime. With my father directing the workers, I had intimate knowledge of what and where everything was. Combined with my new intelligence, I worked out a place no one would stumble on.

I clicked the [Earth Shaker], and a new pop up came up.

[Due to ?, power [Insect Control] has evolved into [Earth Shaker]. Due to Gamer's Mind ? influence has been nullified. Due to !12u3#*!, ? and ? hold no control over your destiny.]

I blinked, frowning. The first part had me thinking. 'Due to ?', was it a second trigger? Is that why my power evolved? It's… not impossible. Everything else left me confused. Something trying to influence me-my power? And that talk about destiny-is that why my luck can't be rendered a number?

I shook my head. No. it's all speculation. For all I know, this could be because of a war between two uber goddesses.

I scoffed softly.

The point is I don't know, and being obsessed over something I don't know about can't do me any good.

[ 1 Wisdom!]

I swiped that pop up away, feeling a bit more secure for being right. Or at least thinking right. I didn't really know how this whole The Gamer thing works.

Ugh, the only thing I can make heads or tails of is that it's different from my cape ability.

Which I should probably get back to.

I take a deep breath of the crisp air of Brockton Bay. The Docks were something not really touched, not with my dad around. But the rest of the Bay was filled with all kinds of criminals, with one of the highest cape populations around. The air, the water. I could feel it all around me.

Dirty. Polluted. Smog filled the city, and I wanted it clean.

But that could wait.

I focused on my dad. I focused on the people who lost jobs when the majority of the docks closed. I focused on how I could make it better.

And I shaped the water. Hundreds upon millions of things littered and polluted the Dock water, but I compressed it all together in a tight ball before a thin shell of ice covered it entirely.

Sweat ran down my face, through my shirt, and down my back.

Opening my eyes though, it was all worth it.

The Docks looked clean. Like, the water was crystal clear.

I grinned stupidly.

Oh when my dad heard about this…

But actually, I should probably run away before someone connects me to what I did.

...

Emma Barnes

I nearly killed Taylor.

I stared into my locker, the dark shadows clinging to the interior felt taunting, passing period passing by.

It all felt surreal.

Maybe if Taylor wasn't stuffed in that locker so long. Maybe if she woke up sooner, then I wouldn't feel this way. Had a chance to feel this way.

But the last I heard Taylor was stuck in a coma, and I put her there.

The guilt was nothing I saw coming. Just one day in class, thinking about proving those weaker than me, when at the back of my mind-

What did she ever do to you?

And the thoughts kept coming, had me scowling. Taylor was weak, she shattered because of her mom. But I didn't shatter, not when-

I choked up for a second, taking a deep breath.

Sophia saved me. Taught me that there were the weak, and then there were the strong. Taylor was weak, and I was strong. But Sophia saved me. She turned me strong, so I could turn Taylor strong.

Just-a shove. But she didn't break.

A push. But she didn't break.

I had to make her move-right into that locker.

My hands clenched, my breath hitched.

I pushed her into that locker. Ignored her screech of panic. The way she cried out as something dug into her skin. I was there as she sobbed, before eventually going quiet. Only then did I move away, not sparing her locker another glance.

When did it come to this?

It felt like just a few days ago we were brushing each other's hair, talking about boys.

The look in her eyes, when I told her we couldn't be friends.

I slammed my locker shut, gritting my teeth.

The look in her eye when I first pushed her. Bullied her. So confused, hurt. How she tried to talk to me, wanted to understand, didn't understand.

Am I a bad person?

Whispers and mutterings snapped me out of it, and I turned around to see what was up.

Taylor. She looked…

Different.

Even as people said mean things about her as she passed, her head didn't go down. The blank, dead look in her eye wasn't there. Instead of blank, there was calm. Instead of dead, there was control.

Her eyes glanced up at mine, and for the first time in a year and a half, there was no fear.

"Taylor." Sophia sided up to me, smirking widely. Madison siding up to my left.

"Sophia." Taylor muttered, looking away. "Emma." She paused. "Madison-you look good today."

Madison flinched faintly.

"What's with that sudden confidence?" Sophia glared, before smirking cruelly. "Do you think you have a case against those, mean people who shoved you in that locker?"

"I have a case." Taylor said calmly, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. "But as soon as the Protectorate saw I wasn't a potential trigger they dropped me."

A pit unwelcomingly opened in my stomach.

"So what has you in such a good mood? Taking a week off from school?"

"I was in a coma." Taylor said quietly. She blinked at us, eyes slowly shifting to me. "That's what happens when you shove someone into a locker full of dirty needles and bugs."

I winced, internally, cringing in pain.

I wanted to cry.

"No, actually. I was offered a job." She said nonchalantly. "I'm not too sure about pay, but, I can't exactly be picky." Taylor adjusted her glasses.

"No kidding. Who in their right mind would hire you?"

"Just thought I'd let know." Her eyes shifted back to mine. "For old time's sake."

Then she walked away.

And it felt like my heart was breaking.

...

Hana(Hannah){Miss Militia}

The first thing that crossed my mind 8:00 o'clock in the morning, was that Taylor looked good in a suit.

I blinked at the faux confident girl standing where I asked her to meet me, in front of a local coffee shop a bit ways across from her house.

It wasn't in the seeder part of town, nothing was run down. Corruption liked to hide in plain sight at these hours.

But the grey sky and dull tones contrasted against Taylor. Like the world around her was black and white, but the red tie, the startling green eyes. It gave her a serious allure. Like a grey and white filter being cast on the world. Like I was being thrown back into the 1920s.

"Taylor, you're looking… sharp."

She blushed and the serious air melted away.

I meant what I said though. Maybe it was because she was tall for her age? Hero work had been most of my life, sure I tried to date(once), but that didn't really go far. I had a busy lifestyle.

It literally lasted two minutes, at a random cafe, before I was called in for work. But Taylor looked more business casual than I ever was.

"Miss Militia. Boss. Thanks." She muttered embarrassed.

"I mean it." I said sincerely. She looked older, like a college student. Her glasses added to her mature likeness.

I shook my head, trying to get a grip on myself.

She smiled a bit. "Thank you. For-everything I mean. Um, giving me a chance." She blushed harder and cleared her throat, before adjusting her glasses and straightening her tie.

"Now," She started. "I took the liberty of filing and tracking any protocols that I believe would be beneficial to remember perchance you come across any 'legal hostilities' regarding your power, having something to throw at someone's face when they file a complaint would be nice-it'd also be nice to have business meetings and reports downloaded onto this thumbdrive, I have a file labeled here, and here, and in case of emergency put my phone number right… there.

"The legal agreement you'd have me sign, had some-a few minor discrepancies that I'd like to talk about, being in fact a Ward's contract. Oh, sorry, would you like to step inside? I'll pay."

I had a feeling my new(first, really) assistant would turn out to be a major help.

I couldn't wait to see how she freaks when I show her her paycheck.

...

Taylor Hebert

Having superpowers, I learned, was fun.

It's not like I was going to stand in the middle of a crowd and wave my arms about and watch the ground shatter, but I could do that. And that felt like the most exciting thing in the world.

I had been lucky so far, not getting caught in the Protectorate's net. Staying under the radar. Having ground shaking, world breaking powers.

But I felt like I could do more to protect myself. With The Gamer by my side, what could I do without being overly obvious?

My answer was hardware. With my accelerated growth rate, I could pretend to be a Tinker. Well, not really pretend, I would be a Tinker. In a way.

So I got started, all under the radar. With my new paycheck I could go down to the local hardware store and pretend to buy stuff for the house.

An old computer, a few lightbulbs, some cheap electronics-it didn't matter what I took apart and put back together, as long as I did it, building up my skill until eventually…

[Mechanics lv. 27]-[Engineering lv. 43]

It wasn't good, it wasn't bad. A week and a half worth of effort while balancing being a good daughter, being a good student, and being a good superhero assistant.

My mechanical comprehension is through the roof now though.

The Guide states lv 20 Mechanics is the max for a normal person. So, with a good 7 levels above I could get started on some real cool stuff to piece together.

Everyone knew Tinkers had the good stuff. Sure Blasters Blast and Strikers Strike, but good Tinkers could do… this!

"Ha! Yes!" I had oil staining my clothes, metal bits in my hair, but I did it! Different parts littered the floor of my room. It was a Saturday, thankfully. And I didn't need to sleep due to Gamer's Body.

Every hero needed a good costume, and gauntlets seemed like a good start. I haphazardly built short ranged repulsors into the sides, super charged electromagnetic energy.

They were crude, basically a pair of leather gloves with metal plating slapped onto it, but they were mine, and they worked.

The thought made me giddy. Sure purifying the Bockton Bay was awesome, but these gloves were real. Something I could touch. I put a lot more effort into these gloves than I did with the Bay, even if both left me exhausted.

I nodded to myself.

It was time to stop holding it off, I was going out there.

...

It wasn't like I was lying on my butt at home while I had spare time. Physically wise, by the time today rolled around I was a serious athlete.

And it showed when I put on my costume.

[Tailoring Lv. 12]

It wasn't my highest skill, but I did find it funny. Taylor could tailor, hah hah.

I hate myself.

But even I had to admit though that I looked good in skin tight black body armor. Thin sheets of flexible white metal lined my arm guards, chest, hooded half cloak, and the lower half of my mask being something I could take off.

A black skin tight suit with painted white metal plating.

I sighed, putting on the fingerless gloved gauntlets. Gauntlet gloves? Gauntlet gloves.

As a Grab Bag double trigger, I had been doing alright for myself. Out of everything I could have done, from sinking the Bay with my earth powers. Or turning to crime in a world that jaded me.

I decided to be a hero. And that was the biggest step of all.

I clapped my hands, standing up straight.

Right then, let's go beat the shit out of people.

...

"RAht!" Was my battle cry.

When you lunge at someone before pushing a non lethal laser in their face, they tend to go down pretty quick.

I made sure the blast wasn't too powerful, just enough to knock some random thug out.

Like this guy.

"Dan!"

"Ha!" I spun with my thrusters and sock the other guy in the face, and he crumbled. My battle cry sending fear into the hearts of my enemies.

Piece of cake.

I tied them up and dialed 911, leaving them for the police.

Gamer's Mind canceled out any nervous tension as I faced the first thugs I found robbing a store. It became easier as I went along, actually gaining a [Martial Arts] skill. Ye.

I felt a lot more confident in a mask. Less shy, more outgoing and fun. As Taylor I was a calm collected assistant, as… mentally impaired Iron Man I was kind of a yolo master.

Haven't met any capes, thank god. Without [Earth Shaker] I was a low ranked cape with minor Tinker abilities, for now. Not to mention [Earth Shaker] was a bit of an overkill. I didn't want to cause a cataclysmic earthquake trying to pick up a rock.

And that's how it went for another week. Rumors of an unknown cape(me) on the scene popped up, I leveled my skills to inhuman levels, gained inhuman physical abilities due to my athleticism as a hero, continued to assist Miss Militia as her assistant, and Tinkered here and there on my gauntlets.

Then it was time. I thought long and hard on what I wanted to do.

Get to a threat level of 3 was the first on the list. Whether to be a rogue, or maybe a hero. I chose an independent hero.

PRT burned any bridges when they threw me away. I couldn't blame them, worse things happen in Brockton Bay all the time, but it was still personal.

With everything in place it was time for the real story to start.

Hoped you guys enjoyed. I'll try to post something every so soon. And yeah I made this when I had writer's block for one of my other stories. If you like it let me know, if you don't, guess... let me know why you don't like it. Politely plz.