Authors notes: Ok, so from what the reviews on "hello there brockton bay" said, I decided that the OC of this story gets his own story, as I really like his character... this character... is a hunter case 53.
I do not own worm nor halo; worm is owned by wildbow and halo is owned by Microsoft.
A hunter in waiting
'Urk... where are... we?' we thought... 'wait... why did we say that? Again? Why are we referring to ourselves in the fourth person? Can we stop this and refer to ourselves in the first person?' we thought, before shambling around and opening our eyes... if only we had eyes... so, we moved to feel around our body... only to find that we don't have limbs. But we are feeling the rough floor of metal. Then we tried to remember what the reason for this could possibly be... only to find that we have no memories besides reading a web serial called "worm" and playing a video game called "halo", but that was all. No name, no family, no friends, nothing. Not a single thing that we can remember... it's as if... wait a second... worm... there was something that normally pops up in that universe that I could have ended up as... we are a case fifty-three.
'Ok, now that is settled, what is our body, if we are no longer human then what are we?' we thought, then we realized that we had a lot of mouths, and suddenly we had blueprints rushing through our thoughts. 'A starship, a plasma cannon, a plasma rifle, a slip space drive, forerunner translator designed for Lek'golo, banshees, wraiths, scarabs, plasma pistol, and... wait go back... why would we need a translator for lek'golo?' we questioned internally.
If we wounded up in Brockton Bay, and are a case fifty-three that are a tinker with the ability to create covenant technology, why would we need a translator, a design made especially by the forerunners, for lek'golo? A race of sentient worms that come together to form a giant mass to resemble a twelve feet tall individual. 'Wait a second... no... it couldn't possibly mean... we can't possibly be a-a-a hu-hunter?' we thought.
The realization had hit us hard, if we are a hunter, then again, why would we be affected that hard?
We decided to do something, to try something... to shape ourselves into the body of a person.
Working together, collaborating each body we had control over, to shape a body for ourselves, each mouth biting onto the end of another 'worm', and as the final worms come to working together, we had finally formed ourselves a new body. Then we heard something... someone running in our direction, and panting... but our hearing was just as terrible as our sight, so we couldn't be certain.
We had gotten up, and then faced the direction of the person panting and then they stopped. We believe we heard them say, with a feminine voice, "I think I lost them..." but then the individual turned to face us...
"The fuck is that?" They spoke in disbelief.
We raised our hand and waved it, and if we were turned into a hunter, we wouldn't be capable of speaking anymore or until we built that hunter translator.
Then suddenly, we felt a connection. It was as if something was trying to reach out to us. But all it could do was communicate with us. As if they were able to read our thoughts or feelings...
'Hello?' we responded to this connection. It was odd, as if we were speaking to another individual.
"Uhhh... ok, so I can understand you... or your feelings... are you able to talk?" she spoke nervously. She sounded shy, as if she didn't know what to do in this situation.
We decided to try it out right then and there, vibrating each worm in an attempt to speak. "Hello... who... are... you?" we asked, in a monotone voice combined with other voices.
"I'm... Taylor... who are you?" she asked. 'Taylor? Taylor?' we thought.
We decided to respond again, "We... do... not... remember... our... name." we answered. It was true, we did not have any memory of our past, so there was no need to be dishonest.
But why did the name Taylor ring a familiar bell? Oh well, we should look back on this moment later.
"Oh my... um... I can't leave you here like this... and I can't bring you with me without hiding what you look like... How about I go get you a cloak, so it'd look like you're just a six feet tall man, right?" she asked. Six feet? We should be twelve feet ta- wait... it might just be that we haven't gathered enough mass of worms yet.
We nodded our head in agreement, it wouldn't make due to find ourselves captured by some gangsters or accidentally harm the gangsters and instill fear of worms.
The female had walked off and we stayed right out of view in the alley way right behind a dumpster as we waited for the one addressed as Taylor to return. As we waited, we decided to think on what we should do now that we'll have shelter soon. We should produce more worms and focus on gaining mass, and then when we reach the appropriate height, we should be able to form ourselves a bond brother. This way, we would become smarter, and quite possibly, gain more access to technology. We would also need resources as well, if we were to play a role in an assault against Scion or just any of the endbringers. A scarab could at least provide some distraction... wait behemoth is fifty feet tall and the type-47b scarab is 127 feet tall... I mean yeah, the endbringers are basically indestructible and... scarabs are not that strong, but they would serve as a good distraction.
But, knowing we wouldn't be able to do that much for now, we decided to make it all our effort to make one villain's life miserable... coil, we're coming after your car and using it as a part of our armor! We will defecate... wait can we defecate? We'll put cat feces on your front door! We'll put dead squirrels in your cupboards and then rearrange your furniture once a week! We'll make you go insane!
We snapped back to reality when we heard taylor's connection come back into range.
"Ok I'm back, I bought you this cloak... where are you?" she asked. We then moved from behind the dumpster revealing ourselves.
"Did... you... get... us... a... hat... with... a... helicopter... on... It?" we asked, like a young child.
If we had eyes, we swore that the one addressed as Taylor raised an eyebrow. "Why would I get you one of those? And no, I didn't get you a hat." she replied, as if she was acting like the only authority figure in our brief existence.
"Aww! We... would... find... it... funny..." we pouted as best as we could, and sulked.
"Look, I'll look into getting you a hat, alright." she spoke. "Now, put the cloak on, ok." she authorized, as she handed us the cloak.
"Yes... mother..." we replied as we put the cloak on. We swear we could hear her face palm.
"Ok, now follow me, ok?" she said, as we followed her.
"Where... are... we... going?" we asked, curiously.
"We're going to my house, my dad should be at work, and I don't have to worry about anyone finding out about you for now." she responded, as if she almost cared about our well-being.
Eventually, we reached the house, and we were at the first steps.
"Oh, watch out for the ste-" the one known as Taylor tried to warn us, but it was too late, and we crushed the step...
"We... didn't... do... it... Tucker... did... it!" we accused a fictional character.
"Whose Tucker?" she asked.
"... we... do... not... know..." we spoke with honesty, as we didn't exactly know who Tucker was, but we had an instinct to place the blame on whoever Tucker was.
"You know what... don't worry about it, my dad was going to fix that... eventually..." she whispered that last part, but we could somehow hear it.
"We... could... replace... it... with... a... grav... lift... if... you... would... like?" we proposed.
"Uh... no thanks, it's fine." she responded as she opened the door.
"Question... what... is... your... last... name?" we asked.
"Oh, uh, it's Hebert... why did you ask?" she asked.
'Oh great, we met the queen of escalation, and she's taking us in...' we paused on that thought... 'Maybe we could join up with Faultline or something to at least get away from escalation mistress...' we thought again.
"Oh... no... reason." we responded.
Authors notes: I hope you enjoyed this, feedback is appreciated, and tell me what you think about the character, his name is going to be revealed in the next chapter.