Disclaimer: I don't own Worm or even this fanfic. My favorite fanfiction writer SeerKing let me use one of their ideas from 'SeerKing's Asylum for Plot Bunnies That Won't Stop Bugging Me'. I haven't slept in two days but that's fine because I got this! Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1: From Humble Beginnings

A Blaster in the world of parahumans is someone who has the ability to bend and wield elements to their will at a range. Deleterious, destructive and powerful. Examples would include some of the strongest capes to exist, a select few my personal heroes.

Shaker, on the other hand, is the ability to manipulate and control the very ground one stands on. Two of the strongest capes on the East Coast were here, in Brockton. Vista Brockton Bay's Ward, who had the power to turn her surroundings into pretzels with just a few waves of her hand. And Labyrinth, a mercenary who could create her own pocket dimensions.

I happened to have both classifications, but my powers…

I could shoot bubbles from my hands. And make bubbles from the air.

My power is fucking bubbles.


I was in my house, looking up at the ceiling, just thinking about life.

It's been a month since I had been hospitalized. I still hadn't told my dad I had gotten powers. I didn't know if I should tell him anything, really.

What's the point anyways? Emma won, I guess. Sophia got to be a bully, stuffing me in my own locker, hospitalising me and getting away with it. Madison still got to snicker in the background, cruel smirk in place. I was pretty disillusioned with everything, as of this moment.

My powers were stupid, and they only got stupider. The only trick I had was being able to fill up a large area with bubbles that'd do absolutely nothing to anybody.

Labyrinth was a Shaker 12, able to warp reality to her fingertips. I could fill a room with bubbles.

Is there a negative rating? I pondered. Can I get lower than a 1 on the rating scale? Is there a zero? Can a power be so utterly useless that it wouldn't even rate a threat on the threat level scale?

Food for thought.

Angry at myself, I stopped the bubble I was absentmindedly messing with near the ceiling and forcefully popping it. Done. Never using my power again.

Only for the sound of something that roughly sounded like a car backfiring hitting my ceiling, leaving a sizable dent in the ceiling.

I sat up abruptly, eyes wide.

"Holy shit…!"

"Taylor what was that?"

My eyes widened, taking another look at the dent I put in the ceiling, big enough to be a plafond.

I winced. "Um, nothing dad!"

"... okay!"

I'm a master liar.


My name is Taylor Hebert and I have the power to manipulate explosive bubbles! With the ability of creating a potentially infinite amount of the explosive spheres(bubbles) with my Shaker abilities, a single blast from my hand could wreck a car. With explosive force. Explosive.

Okay, I knew I was really getting into the now more volatile part of my power, but could you blame me? As reward for surviving the worst experience of my life, I gained the ability to use the lamest power ever imagined. Right next to controlling bugs.

The thought made me shiver. That or the cold night air.

I was at the Docks out patrolling, having finally done some actual experimenting with my powers. After two months of grueling practice and field tests.

I could fill up my bubbles with almost any substance I could think of. Except milk, for some reason. But they could only be a kind of liquid. No solids or semi-solids but they could be liquid like. I could live with that.

Another cool thing I could do was control the surface tension of my bubbles, meaning I could get in them. Get in them and like, fly. Which was pretty cool. Another cool feature I thought about a little after I discovered the ability, was to use it to carry off civilians who were stuck in a cape fight. Get them away from danger.

Besides that though I mainly focused on making explosions. The harder I thought about making the bubble burst, the bigger the explosion, depending on the bubble size. Which could range anywhere from a pea to a Volkswagen Beetle.

After popping the car sized bubble though I quickly made my escape from the junkyard I was practicing in. Seeing as this was just after I discovered the explosion properties of my power, it was a hasty sprint back to my house.

The best use of my power though, wane as I was to admit it wasn't the explosive ability of my bubbles, was the ability to fill them with containment foam.

Containment foam. A liquid like substance made from a brilliant Tinker, Dragon, that PRT troops used to contain and detain numerous villains from around the world. It quickly covered someone's body, and then hardening to the strength of steel. An instant trapper in many situations, a much less harmful way of defeating cape villains. I was able to replicate it from thought, and put it in my bubbles. I was able to replicate Tinker made substances.

Looking at the darkening sky, I found myself grinning stupidly. I had come a long way from almost outright despising my parahuman powers those two months ago. Now I was actually thinking I could make a difference.

I took another look at myself, making sure nothing was loose or sticking out weird. Presentation was super important after all.

Jeans and a black hoodie under a camo combat jacket I got at a thrift store, put over my wiry frame, and a blue colombina.

All in all I looked like a discount Miss Militia. But such was the beauty of homemade costumes.

The Docks weren't very populous at night. Still I stayed vigilant. Walking cautiously. I could have made a bubble and rode in it, but that wasn't really on the downlow. Also if I got too high I'd probably have a hard time seeing people.

But still! I made at least three arrests tonight, which wasn't bad on my first night out as a cape. After calling 911, fumbling for a cape name, stating my cape name, and then leaving immobile crooks for the police to pick up, I felt like I had done a pretty good job.

"Bubble Girl." I muttered to myself. "I couldn't have come up with anything more creative? Really?"

Lamenting the possibility for cooler names, I was caught by surprise at seeing a huge flash of light off in the distance.

I immediately went into full focus, making a bubble around me, and having it lift me up onto a nearby rooftop.

Oh. Well that's a scene.

I didn't know whether or not I was hallucinating at the sight of a dragon, chasing what looked like hellhounds straight out of a horror movie.

Lung. I realised. That must be Lung.

I then had a further realisation, seeing people on the backs of those oversized monster dogs.

It could have been a gang fight. Or maybe something else. An independent hero team? But I would have heard about it, I think. Either way Lung looked like he was out for blood, and was slowly gaining on them.

I gritted my teeth, conflicted.

As they got closer I realised the people were probably running for their lives, and I couldn't stand by and watch that. Not as a hero. Not if I wanted to live with myself.

Well, do or die.

I formed a bubble around me, a plan slowly coming together. And then I moved.


Jean-Paul Vasil(Alec Marceau)((Regent)

One could say it wasn't the best of days.

I had been hired as a member of the Undersiders. Small time crime gang, and the pay was nice. I got money to buy video games and I was under the radar from my insane and psychotic family. The Heartbroken. My dad.

It was an okay gig, up until my boss, for whatever reason I couldn't imagine, told my gang to rob a casino. A casino that apparently belonged to fucking Lung, a cape who could go toe to toe with fucking Endbringers, and had no qualms with killing innocent(or in my case, not so innocent) people.

His lackey, Oni Lee, was surprisingly easy to handle. With Tattletale able to predict where the bastard was gonna pop up Grue layered the area with his smoke and so Oni Lee was forced to retreat.

Before bringing back Lung. And a large group of ABB members.

We quickly made like a banana and split, lost the gang members, and Oni Lee somehow, but Lung just wouldn't stop. And as he got bigger, he got faster, which meant he started gaining on us. While we were on the backs of the ugliest dogs ever created.

And that's when a huge ass bubble started floating down the middle of the street.

"What the hell?" I deadpanned, glancing around, unable to see anyone. But the bubble was heading towards us, and was the size of a car.

"Head right at that turn!" Tattletale yelped.

I eyed her weirdly. "At the giant ass bubble heading right towards us?" Was her power screwed on right?

"It's targeting Lung! It won't hit us."

Alright. I rolled my shoulder. I could get behind that.

Hey anybody who wanted to take my ass out of the fire was okay in my book. I wasn't sure what a bubble, no matter how big, would do against a 10 foot dragon, but whatever.

Bitch gave the order, and Angelica, Judas, and Brutus(the dogs) turned right. Tattletale cringed as we ducked under the big, liquid filled, bubble. I wasn't sure what that was about. Maybe it had something to do with her power knowing what affect the bubble would have.

As soon as we turned the corner Tattletale jumped off Angelica, Bitch following after her. Grue stumbled off Brutus, looking panicked.

"We need to watch this." Tattletale muttered. She signalled the team to follow her, and we made our way up to the roof of a nearby warehouse.

"We should be heading back to the base!" Grue hissed.

"You can go if you want to Grue." Tattletale said sweetly. I almost snickered, and would have, if it wasn't for the threat of a rage dragon about to cut my head off.

Secretly I was curious as well. What the hell was a bubble-

The sound of a fucking bomb went off, shaking the building. I stumbled a bit, sharing glances with the rest of the team.

We doubled our pace.

As soon as we made it to the roof I looked down on the street, and my jaw dropped open.

Lung was in the epicenter of a crater. His scales were cracked, and blood dripped from his face, which held a snarl of rage. Entire body covered in water.

That's when I saw something truly horrifying.

Bubbles formed from the water, encompassing Lung.

The dragon cape snarled and swung, being hit by dozens of bubbles exploding, almost ripping off his arm. He roared, both in pain and rage, and I backed up. That was hella scary.

"What the fuck am I seeing?" I broadcasted, hopefully someone having an answer. And by someone I meant our resident Thinker teammate.

She had a look of horrified interest. "I… holy shit, those bubblies just covered Lung in nitroglycerine!" Tattletale hissed, recoiling slightly.

"Water and then nitroglycerine." Grue muttered, looking a little on edge. "Tattletale we need to get out of here. There's no way this cape is helping us out of the kindness in their heart, and most likely they're just taking care of the bigger fish before moving on to us."

Tattletale made to respond, before Lung lit himself on fire, for some reason, and the nitroglycerine reacted with the flames.

I jerked back, the heat of the explosion licked my face, and I shielded my eyes. Okay yeah. That's enough. I did not want to be on the receiving end of that. Saved our asses or not.

Lung's mangled and regenerating body only confirmed my thoughts. We should all get the hell out of dodge.

As hard core as that was… "I agree with Grue."

Tattletale shot me a betrayed look, but I much more valued my own survival over whatever suicidal instincts Tattletale had.

I was weird that way.

As Lung took his time getting back up, it only let more bubbles form out of nowhere, all surrounding him. This time filled with a weird white like substance. Then they all honed in on him, and…

"Containment foam?!" Tattletale yelped, shocked into a gaping goldfish. We all watched as the weird foam suddenly hardened, trapping the weakened Lung in a mass of white PRT containment foam.

"Tats. Leave. Now." Grue ordered.

Tattletale nodded, still stunned. While Bitch whistled to her dogs and we got the hell out of there.

I had to wonder though. Whoever it was that helped us was deceptively powerful. And once it was made common knowledge that Lung got beat by a cape who could control bubbles, well…

Maybe we could recruit them. Grue could give the pitch. As long as Bitch didn't scare them off, like she did with Spitfire.

What a weird fucking day.

And that's it! That's chapter one. I know it's not that different from the original, but hopefully it's to your liking. Sorry I couldn't get this out sooner, I've been so freaking busy with life stuff. Still. Chapter's out and I'll be posting every Thursday along with Of Green Lit Lanterns!