I'm gonna be adding mini profiles before the story as well as the universe the OC's going to be in at the start of each chapter.
Universe: Worm
[PROFILE]
Dr. Hollows.
Name: Unknown, Known only as 'Dr. Hollows'
Age: Unknown, estimated to be 1000
Appearance: Has shaggy dark hair that almost always has a piece of paper in it, has dull black eyes, an oval face structure, he looks like a 19 year old from Britain that is always bored.
His body is not that notable, only having a six pack and some muscles, the exception being his left arm which is actually not his.
Personality: Is tired almost every single waiting moment of his life but is a really chill guy most of the time.
Also hates bad grammar, thinks it's disrespect to his fallen friends.
Has too much experience in acting, can pretend to have not committed a genocide while killing someone.
Can make jokes, very old man like jokes.
Notable info: Was a doctor during WW2, was one of the first [hundread] to receive a dark world Valor, can go toe-to-toe with [Gunless Gungod] , Was able to control a enraged [White rose] for one hour, was able to regenerate from his protons being erased, possession of the cursed arm [Able] , has died over a septillion times, is always wearing a lab coat that hides his left arm or a green hoodie made by [White rose] which also hides his left arm, fought Vishnu, Patravati, Krishna and Indra at the same time and came out of the fight taking off Patravati and Indra's heads and crippling the other two did not use [Able] in this fight, is considered to be a grade S due to his nigh infinite Valoric value, was able to make Chaos –from Greek mythology– fear, was able to regenerate from being erased as a concept, being, thought and from life in general…
(No, I did not spell hundred wrong, it is supposed to be hundread)
Abilites
[Valor: Torment]
Allows the user to be able to regenerate from anything and everything that can/will harm their body, soul, etc.
[Arm of Able]
Possesses the arm of the first sinner Able which allows him to store infinite Valoric energy inside it.
[Inexistence.]
A very, very rare disease that raises the host's Valoric value automatically to the point that the host will die of [Overclocking] , only two people have it. The other one is dead and you can probably guess who is the second one. Since Hallow's regenerates from any harm to his body and soul, he gets infinitely stronger. This didn't mean he didn't die though, far from it he died more than a billion times before obtaining Able's arm which regulated his death.
[Pain endurance- Extreme]
Withstood the pain of being torn apart atom by atom for a trillion years and did not go insane.
Survived infinite deaths, broke out of said infinite death and sent the guy who sent him to infinite deaths and sent him to infinite death.
[Maximum overload]
An ability every Valor user can use that allows said user to Overload themself and gain enough power to destroy the entire planet.
When Hallows uses it, he turns into a god for ten seconds before exploding.
…
Hollows did not like sleep.
It was a rude destruction to his self loathing and research into curing [Inexistence.]
And a perfect chance for anyone to prank him, so it seemed.
"Ha…" I'm guessing I'm in an alternate dimension, probably filled with so-called heroes again… He was taking a short power nap of about ten minutes but that didn't seem to work out as a pale white hand pulled him into this dimension from his seat.
Oh well, at least he had his coat unlike last time.
"Welp… time to break the multiverse… again…" Seriously, when was he going to break the multiverse every week?
"First, research…" He pulled himself up from the rooftop he was laying on and got up to his feet.
A loud roar was heard.
"...Bloody knew it." Hollow turned his head to his left.
"Dragon hybrid slowly turning into a dragon, check. Girl controlling bugs holding him off, check, giant dogs behind me running away, check… I'm in a dystopian world aren't I?" Hollow questioned, waiting idly for a moment for no answer, "Well, I'm going to leave." He turned to leave…
"'ll 'u!" Before hearing that unspeakable horror of butchered grammar that was a disrespect to everyone he knew.
He wasn't sure if he wasn't hearing properly or if the thing really said that.
"Bloody hell, now I have to slay a nitwit Dragon." Wasn't the first time he'd done it and Fafnir was bigger and could destroy universes.
Guess he'll have to see if this one could do the same.
"But first…" He took a bite out of his finger, penetrating the skin as a drop of blood seeped from the wound and dropped to the ground before it sealed itself.
Seeing another person use bugs to fight was refreshing.
Let's see if you're as good as… what was I saying again?
…
Taylor had made a mistake.
A very, very bad mistake of taking on the guy who took on several Cape teams on her first night out.
Why did she even do this anyways?
And how did Lung even find out where she was!?
Super hearing… Her mind finally clicked.
That bastard had super hearin-
She felt something touch her shoulder.
"Ey Laddie, ya' got any stabby stabs on ya'?" She heard a voice behind her speaking in a British accent.
"Wha-"
"Don't worry I ain't gonna hurt ya', just a concerned Brit." The boy –man?– who didn't look like he was supposed to be here.
"Ya' got any weapon's on ya'?" The man asked again as he looked up to lung rapidly approaching, "Cus' I can take care of that little lizard there."
"Uhh… I have this?" I heard lung roar again as I tugged a little canister of pepper spray free from my suit.
"May I get the chain?" He asked as I nodded.
I didn't need it for now.
The man raised his eyebrows and took the can and chain, "Get some help…" He walked away as I noticed his covered left hand.
The man stopped mid step, "Or provide support, I don't care. Your choice." And continued to walk away.
…
It wasn't a great looking costume, the fabric was a dirty yellow-gray. The armored sections had been made out of finely arranged and layered shells and exoskeletons, he could tell he had seen enough bugs and vermin to tell, but it was better than most costumes he had seen.
At Least she didn't have a cape. Capes were a mistake to designing itself.
"Move, Cock sucker " The Dragon human hybrid –Who seemed to have transformed more into a dragon like form– said He noticed my presence.
That grammar made my eye twitch.
"Hollows." I clipped the chain to the pepper spray and began to spin it around, "Dr. Hollows. Not cock sucker, little lizard." I tilted my head to the side, dodging a fireball.
"Move or you die!" He roared. Boy if it were so easy.
"Try me barmy." I moved in.
…
The immortal and the dragon began their clash as Hollows launched his body towards Lung at speeds that he could not react to, appearing infront of Lungs face with his body turned backwards, slowly burning away from the heat.
*Bam!* Hollows used his self made pepper spray mace and struck Lung in the eyes as the skin on his right hand slowly burned away, Lung roared and clawed at him in response.
*Scch!* Hollows right arm was taken clean off as Lung used his claws to swipe at him, Hollows didn't seem bothered by his loss, rather, pleased as he caught the almost burned away hand using his mouth as his feet hit the ground.
He spun his body backwards with another jump, picking up speed as a mass of flesh formed from what used to be his bleeding stump of an arm that was now a fully functioning arm which he used to take the arm from his mouth and using it to strike Lung in the eyes, sinking the fingers into one of his eyes and as the dragon screamed out in pain Hollows used the arm to pull his body upwards and above Lungs body while taking the mutilated arm with him-
A rush of flames overtook his vision.
…
Taylor looked on in horror as Lung exploded in flames, sending a wave of flames point blank into the person who she guessed was a Brute.
His skeleton dropped as the fire cleared.
Taylor Herbert had just witnessed her first human dea-
"Ha…" he heard a groggy voice as Lung froze.
"Burned to death… how many will this be? The billionth? Trillionth time? Well who knows…" There was no British accent but she could make out who was speaking.
"'ow the fuck!?" Lung and Taylor turned to the voice to see the man –Hollows If she remembered correctly– slowly standing up-
Holy fuck what the fuck is with that arm!? A dark black slithering arm with red accents that looked to take the place of veins that was Hollows' left arm was revealed to the two as Hollows himself picked up his own skull.
"Down boy. I can't break the multiversal barrier without saving up." What?
The blue veins dissapeared into the blackness as a white coat formed over Hollows' body, how he did that Taylor did not know. But at least she didn't get to see someone's naked body for long.
"Alright lizard lad." Hollow cracked his neck while putting his right hand into his own skull's mouth. Making an organic brass knuckle.
"Let's dance." His voice was monotone as he launched at Lung again, Lung retaliated by spewing fire at him.
…
Dancing around fire was a tribal thing.
The flames burning off your skin, the heat making you scream in pain.
But for Hollows this was almost normal to him after his deaths at the hands of 'infa'.
He had danced around fire, had his skin, bones and nerves turned into ash for more than a billion times.
Burning didn't hurt anymore. Burning felt like air to him.
"Your flames are…" His vocal cords had regenerated enough for him to speak, Lung was right in front of him, shocked.
"...Coldly disappointing." He cocked back his left hand that was barely holding onto his body, it regenerated in a matter of milliseconds and punched.
*Bam* *crrk*
The skull acted like a hard brass knuckles that strengthened his blow to lungs balls.
Yup. Balls. Lung was now infertile.
And of course like any man would when their balls were attacked, Lung screamed and slashed Hallows upper body apart. It regenerated within seconds.
"Stop screaming!" Hollows jumped and put his left hand on Lungs mouth and pulled it downwards before plunging his right hand straight down the dragon's mouth, even as fire burned his hand off it regenerated before it could fully burn off and as Lung ripped his lower body apart again and again.
Vocals… lungs… ah there you are. Hollows grabbed ahold of Lungs heart, the man stopped struggling.
"Don't move or your-" Hollows heard the revving of a motorcycle.
The revving got closer and closer.
"Don't move your hand." Until it stopped near him and he heard a voice tell him to stop.
"Why shouldn't I? Lizard here's dangerous? Is he not?" Hollows raised an eyebrow as he heard mechanical clunking.
A weapon. It was the best guess you could make when you lived through two world wars.
"Don't try to kill me kid. I've lived through more than what you're using."
"Kid? From the looks of it, you're younger than me, kid."
"I look younger than my age."
"Yeah? How old are you? 17?"
"Over a thousand."
"Ha. Nice joke."
"Thanks."
Hollows turned to face the man who he made small talk with.
A halberd? Hollows questioned in his head as he saw the man I'm his full glory.
The man was covered in body armor, dark blue with silver highlights, had a sharply angled v-shaped visor covering his eyes and nose. With only the lower half of his face exposed, Hollows could see a beard trimmed to trace the edges of his jaw.
"Cool beard." Hollows really meant that. He himself had never grown a beard before but they looked cool and reminded him of one of his old friends.
"Thank you. Now, take your hand out of Lungs mouth." He ordered as Hollows merely raised an eyebrow.
"Shouldn't you incapacite him first?"
…
…
"...fair point. Hero or Villain?"
Now how to respond to that? He wasn't a hero by the long shot or a Villain.
Only one answer makes sense.
"Just a Doctor." The man seemed to raise his eyebrows at that but nodded in response.
"Truth." He said before tossing Hollows a syringe full of… something.
"This isn't…" Hollows narrowed his eyes at the substance.
"It's specifically made for him."
"Ah… makes sense." Hollows popped the lid off of the syringe with his right hand as the man seemed to notice his left.
"You're a case 53?" He asked as Hollows shook his head, pushing some liquid out of the syringe to make sure it worked.
I don't even know what a case 53 is. He commented on his head as Lung started to struggle again, spewing fire out of his mouth right at Hollows' face as Armsmaster reacted by charging in with his helberd.
"What'd I say lizard?" Armsmaster stopped in the middle of his charge as Hollows stabbed Lung in the left eye even as he was being burned alive, making the dragon scream in pain another time.
*Sqlch* *Rip*
"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Lung screamed in pain as the Hollows ripped the scales on his neck apart with his left hand before plunging the syringe he was handed into the flesh.
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Tmhp*
Lung fell down after a few seconds of wildly thrashing around and spewing fire all over Hollows as Armsmaster watched frozen.
"Well, the Lizard knows how to struggle, doesn't he?" Hollows asked in a humorous tone and smile as the charred parts of his body slowly recovered.
"Well, you aren't asking about the skeletal parts and human tissue here? I wonder why… also there's a girl… New cape hiding somewhere, she's a hero. Let her deal with this. Bye." And with those words Hollows jumped off the roof before Armsmaster could reach him.
…
Coil felt that something was going to ruin his plans.
…
The blue veins on Hollows' arm reappeared as he raised an eyebrow.
"You ok bud?" He asked as the arm shook.
"What? You think I'm going to adopt another kid?" The arm shook again.
"Haha… you think I'm going to adopt more?"
…
"Yeah I'd definitely adopt more."
That's it for this chapter, also some things I'd like to add here.
Hollows could have easily killed Lung with the pepper spray and chain but didn't due to not knowing if he would be committing a crime or not.
He may kill people but he follows the rules.
Also, the pepper spray mace was destroyed when the lung exploded in flames.
The reason Armsmaster didn't move was not Because he didn't want to but because he couldn't.
Take a guess on why.
