Welp. Here we are. I'm taking a smack at this. I don't know much other than what I get off of wiki pages, talking with my bruv, and reading other people's fanfics, but I'm gonna try and press forward with this foray into the Worm verse with an OC centric kinda power cracky fic. That right there is your ONLY warning: that if you read forward, it is on you if you come across something you don't enjoy. I'm gonna cut this short. Another AN will be at the end. Let's GO!
BROCKTON BAY- MID TOWN SUBURB'S: AGROS HOUSE
November 5th, 2010
Julian Agros's POV:
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP…
SMACK!
'5:15 am' he thought to himself as he rolled away from the glowing green letters of his alarm clock on the small beside table.
Julian brought his hands up to his face after turning off his alarm and rubbed his eyes deeply as he took a deep breath in, before letting it out in a deep gust.
The alarm clock having been the harbinger of his dreaded beginning to another monotonous day at Winslow High in the city of Brockton Bay.
'Quite literally one of the worst cities in America; if not all the world.'
He panned his eyes around his room at the small bit of light that could pour in from the outside through the tiny crack between his closed black curtains, watching as it attempted to mix with the light from his hanging orange icicle lights and his lava lamp as it shifted between green and blue on his large mahogany dresser across from his bed.
Julian peeled back his large but thin night sky patterned blanket and stood up off the black sheet clad full-size bed, stretching his hands towards the ceiling causing a few vertebrae to pop in his lower back and shoulders as he took in his room.
After a moment he walked himself over and put his hands onto the top of his dresser and looked at himself in the tall mirror that sat mounted on the back of the dresser, taking in his boxer clad form.
His spindly but relatively firm body appeared paler in the rooms odd bathing of mixed light, but he knew that he was in relatively good health. He knew he wasn't the most athletic kid his age, but all the slight indentations showing the slight curve of his developing muscles showed that he was at least not on the lower end of the spectrum when it came to physical fitness.
"Happy Birthday to me I guess." Julian said slightly under his breath before bringing both hands up to smack himself on his cheeks once solidly, before walking over to his window to open the curtains.
With his room being bathed in the budding early morning lights from Brockton Bays streetlamps, everything came into focus faster.
His poster clad gray walls showing his diverse musical taste; as well as a few posters from the various indie horror movies he enjoyed and of course the ones of the few capes he actually bothered to give a damn about.
The light gray almost shag carpet felt comfortable on his bare feet as he walked around, gathering his attire for the day.
Jet-black high-top sneakers, black socks, dark gray boxer briefs, Dark gray combat cargo pants, blood red Metallica shirt, and his Vanta black leather jacket.
Julian quietly padded his way out through his dark wooden door and into the shadow bathed hallway, so that he could hang a right and walk down to the full bathroom.
Upon crossing the rooms threshold, he saw the decently sized glass door enclosed shower, white porcelain god (the toilet), and the deep white porcelain sink counterpart.
Much like the rest of the house the walls bared a white or cream-colored pigment, the wood molding being the only difference as they bore a strange kind of light brown.
Julian could only sigh at the smell in the room, as clearly Joanne had come home and emptied her stomachs contents into the toilet again while leaving it that way; if the contrast between vomit and lavender was anything to go by.
He quickly flushed the bowl without looking before taking a moment to check and see if a serious cleaning was needed.
'Thank the gods above for small favors huh.' Julian thought as he saw that the damage wasn't extensive, and he was able to clean it quickly before hopping into the shower.
The warm water was a godsend to his already fraying temper this early, eliciting a small, pleasured sigh from him as he soaped himself up before rinsing.
He then fell into his typical routine to psych himself up for the day, by reaching up to his phone on top of the glass door assembly and kicking on his music app; the sound of Master of Puppets echoing through the air as he switched the waters stream to a slightly chilled one.
He sat under the stream for a moment, focusing his thoughts for the day ahead. Unlike most his age he had a lot more to do, and unfortunately just because it was his birthday that didn't mean he'd have it any easier today.
After finishing his shower, he stepped out and dried himself off before brushing his teeth for the first time that day.
Getting fully dried off and dressed, he then proceeded to wipe the bathroom down again; doing his best to not miss any details before summarily turning the overhead vent on to keep it from being too moist in the room for its next occupant that he'd be getting himself shortly.
With his jacket draped over the side of his right arm he stepped back into his room briefly to grab his black dive watch, his Futhark rune compass ring, and his Odin raven skull pendant necklace.
Putting each thing on, he walked left out of his room to come to the stairs at the opposite end of the hallway and made his way downstairs as quietly as possible, though not before delivering a single quiet knock to the bright pink bedroom door on his right-hand side.
After descending the single flight of stairs Julian stepped into the kitchen through a small opening in the wall, the white and black tile of the kitchen eye catching off of the bright lights as they cut on.
The walls were modeled like that of an old school diner, with red tile covering them halfway up their expanse; only to slip into a painted white. The dark wood cabinets of the room clashed with the tiles, and all of that color clashed even harder with the stainless silver aesthetics of all the major appliances.
Julian set himself about moving quickly, putting together not only his sister's snack for the day but also the breakfast he'd be having her eat.
As Julian flipped a small trio of pancakes over the stovetop, he could hear the telltale creak on the third step from the ground floor and checked his watch.
'5:45. Good.'
A light squeal of laughter came from behind Julian, mixing with the patter of his sister's feet before he felt her small body collide with his lower back.
He had had the presence of mind to make sure to put some distance between him and the stove so that he wouldn't wind up accidently burning himself again, as his sister had taken to tackle hugging him every morning since he'd taken up the responsibility of making her food.
'Along with everything else of course…'
Julian turned his head to look down as he turned the burner off and deposited the last of the finished pancakes on a plate next to himself, taking in the sight of his little sister.
Standing at 4'5 at nine years of age, his sister Brianne (Affectionately Brii) had a head of hair that was effectively two tones of a lighter black than his own: almost looking more like a dark gray than full on black.
The girl was slight, wearing her Vista themed onesie pajamas and bore a rail thin body type like himself, though obviously a far less developed one in any kind of muscles considering her tender age.
Julian could hardly believe she was as thin as she was, as the girl was a veritable black hole when it came to pretty much any kind of food.
'Especially sweets though.'
Julian locked eyes with her, and the same kind of slate gray stared back at him, though his sister's eyes had small almost starburst speckles of light green in hers. A large semi toothless smile met him as Brii's eyes sparkled with happiness, her mouth pulled up in a grin.
"Morning!"
Julian fought with everything he had to maintain his almost aloof nature in the face of his sister's chirp of a greeting…but still wound up letting a small smile settle onto his face.
He bent down at the waste and kissed her on the top of her head, before grabbing her squarely by the shoulders and turning her while walking towards the round, brown-stained breakfast table that had four chairs.
He sat her down at the table and brought her silverware before walking over to get everything else so that he could set the table for them to have their breakfast, his sister staying true to her own morning ritual as he gathered everything else.
"Pancakes! Pancakes! Pancakes!"
Every other morning without fail Brii would bang the table with her little fists wrapped around her kid's utensils, demanding her sugary breakfast. Julian had resigned himself long ago to this kind of schedule, as it was one of the surefire ways to keep his little sister happy…
'And I'll be Damned if I don't at least make that happen as often as possible.'
After bringing everything else to the table, Julian tapped clean forks with his sister before he proceeded to cut her pancakes for her and douse them with syrup and a dash of whipped cream.
He sat back himself after watching her tear into her food with her usual gusto, and slowly ate his own small serving of pancakes while taking a sip of his coffee that he weighed down with a veritable mountain of creamer.
Julian couldn't help but check his watch every few moments after eating for a bit, wondering if today would be a good day…or a bad one.
Fortunately, … Today would seemingly be one of their little family's better days as his mother's feet beat there typical 'clip clack 'pattern as she entered the kitchen in her heels only seconds after Julian started to wonder how the day would go.
He turned his head and took in the sight of his mother…still in her clothes from the night before if the wrinkled nature was anything to go by.
A black cocktail dress, and black heels had his mother standing at his own height of 5'11.
Her make up; with what little of that she wore was smudged a bit here and there. Her light brown shoulder length locks were strewn about, the very definition of 'bed head' on full display.
She poured herself a generous mug of coffee, and then brought her light green eyes to bare on her kids at the breakfast table.
It took a lot for Julian not to lash out at her when the slight smile lit her face.
"Thanks for taking care of everything honey."
Julian clenched his left hand into a hard fist under the table, barely keeping a snarl from etching its way onto his face at her remark.
His mother's voice had used to evoke nothing but feelings of happiness from him, but after his Dad's death and her own subsequent fall into being a 'slightly' functioning lush…Julian more often than not found himself disgusted with Joanne.
Julian was pulled out of his own angry thoughts by the woman's voice…
"Honey I was thinking, for your Birthday- "
Julian forestalled anything she had to say about the subject by raising his right hand up, while turning a faux smile at Brii.
"Brii sweetie, me and Ma gotta talk. Why don't you go ahead and go upstairs and grab your outfit for school okay? I'll be up in a bit to get your shower all ready for you."
His sister, who had been pretty much finished with her breakfast nodded at his words with a slight smile.
"Okay! Don't take too long."
Julian waited with his mother in an almost oppressive silence until he was sure that Brii had made it up the stairs and out of hearing range.
He turned his head and fixed Joanne with a deadpan stare.
"You know what you can do for me for my Birthday? Get her to school. On Time. Pick her up. On Time. Be the mom that you're supposed to be, so that I don't have to worry."
He almost regretted the words as they all came out, as each annunciation caused his mom to flinch as if she'd been struck.
He hated himself for saying the words, he really did, but he had to be rough on her.
Joanne Agros Nee' Simmons wasn't a bad mom…she never had been. A part of him would never stop loving her or remembering her as she had been.
Julian actually loved her dearly. His sister and her were essentially his entire world.
But the woman was an absolute mess. A parody and mockery of who she had used to be.
For a little over two and half years Julian had been holding together the family that had been dashed to the wind when his Dad had died.
His Dad (the gods above blessed man) had been smart enough and working a good enough job for long enough that upon his death the house was not only paid for; but the family's finances wouldn't suffer a catastrophically because of his untimely loss.
They hadn't lost the house…
And his Dad had essentially been up for a possible retirement as he'd started working very you.
His Dad had worked for the PRT, doing what…Julian had not a single clue.
But he had worked for them, had given them almost a full three decades of his life.
That time had resulted in most things being taken care of finance wise.
'But the ineffectual bastards couldn't even collar his murderer.' Julian thought darkly for a moment, of not only the aforementioned agency that had employed and also failed his Dad; but the one that had taken him away.
Matthew Agros's death…had broken his wife. Nearly crippling what remained of his family.
Julian hated remembering the earliest days after it happened…where she wouldn't get out of bed…where he'd find her laying sometimes in her own mess…
But he honestly preferred the weeping wreck she'd been to this stranger who'd pass in and out of his life on a daily basis now, acting as though they were friends.
He had no clue who he was going to get on the typical day to day, and with whatever came he typically wound up cleaning up after her. Figuratively and literally. Now that he was better learned, he could at least try to compensate.
On any given day he could wind up getting the lush, someone so drunk he'd have to stay home to not only take care of Brii but her sorry ass as well, someone so drunk and out of it that she'd have to call out of work; gods knew it had happened so many times now that Julian was surprised the Law Firm she worked for hadn't outright fired her by now.
Then there were the days that she seemed completely fine, and she'd do what she had too; all the while seeming distant from her two kids, barely being able to even look at either one of them.
And then of course, there were the worst days…
The days he'd find her in bed…his Dad's gun in her hand…mumbling to herself as she'd silently weep and shudder about how much she missed her husband.
He hated it…he hated her…
But as much as he hated her, he still loved her. And nothing would ever change it.
Seeing his words devastate her… seeing her stand there in silence afterwards, it hurt him in a way that he couldn't describe.
But he knew it had to be done.
His balancing act as precarious as it had been, had helped him keep the very last promise he'd made his Dad when he'd been alive.
"Keep them safe. Keep them together. Always. You Promise me? You're the man of the house while I'm gone."
The memory of his Dad's words shook him out of his funk enough to stand up and clear the table, enough to stack the dishes in the sink, and enough to let him turn and hug his Mom.
The minute he made contact with her she sank into his embrace and started to quietly cry.
'God I really am a bastard.'
He listened to her weep apologies, apologies that she wasn't enough, that she just couldn't do it.
He'd done this plenty of times and was resolute that he'd do it as many times as he had too after.
'I'll keep that promise, even if it kills me.'
Julian kissed his Mom on the forehead as he pulled back from the embrace.
"I'm gonna give Brii a bath. I'm gonna get her dressed. Her snack is packed, and the lunch card is already paid for. I just need you to drop her off and pick her up. Anything else you wanna do for me? That's a happy surprise."
His mom nodded with a slightly watery smile as she turned herself towards the sink to start doing the dishes in it.
He contemplated telling her she didn't have to do them, but he also knew better; and that when she actually was lucid, he should try and just let her be.
He quickly made his way upstairs and set about his work of getting his sister ready for her own day of school, and by the time he'd gotten her set up and made sure that she was clean and ready to go it was already pushing 7:45 and Julian knew he'd probably be late.
'Again.'
Thankfully…a happy surprise greeted him as he helped his sister carry the space diorama she'd built for school downstairs.
His Mom was actually presentable, dressed in her typical light gray pants suit, holding her keys in her hand for her Ford Bronco out front.
"I Promise I'm okay. Let me take you both to school. Please?"
Julian took barely a second to think it over before he nodded with a small smile on his face.
He helped get Brii into the truck with her project before climbing in himself; his Mom smiling at him slightly.
"I think it's gonna be a great day. Happy Birthday baby."
Julian nodded with his best small grin on his face, before slipping his headphones on as the truck left the driveway.
A surprisingly happy early start to his morning.
'Hopefully this is one of only the first couple of happy surprises of the day.'
If Only Julian had known what the day had in store for him.
CAULDRON COMPOUND
Nov 5th, 2010 (Same Time)
Contessa's POV:
Contessa placed her black hat down on one of the many stainless-steel tables in Doctor Mother's lab, smoothing out her black suit and white shirt before bringing her blue-eyed gaze up to meet her leaders face; her mouth set in a grim line.
Though, the illustrious and secret organizations said leader was not looking directly at her at the moment.
Said leaders voice reached Contessa's ears again, the same annoying question as before on her lips.
"And you're Sure of this?"
Contessa didn't often necessarily feel much of anything, but if she had to put a word to it to voice and describe what it was that came about when anyone (including Doctor Mother) second guessed her…it would be annoyance.
Such a thing didn't show upon her face though, as she brought both hands up in a genial yet placating manner; her face taking shape in what people would call a comforting expression.
"It needs to be done, and this is the best way. The best candidate has been found. Now all that needs to be done is to send it. I've already filled out a card. It'll be a happy surprise for his birthday after all."
Contessa watched as Doctor Mother did that strange thing she had a penchant for doing, the whole act of bringing her hands up to rub her face briefly before pinching the bridge of her nose.
'Is that a sign of agitation? Being tired? Oh well. Whatever. It doesn't matter.' Contessa thought completely dispassionately as she waited for Doctor Mother to acquiesce.
Doctor Mother locked eyes with her and Contessa couldn't help but attempt to analyze her.
Doctor Mothers black hair was short, cropped close to her head almost like that of a boy. Her dark brown skin appearing healthy, her lips having just a dash of red lipstick; the color contrasting heavily against not only her skin but her dark brown eyes as well.
Her white lab coat clean and pristine as always, her light blue under shirt clean and pressed; buttoned up tight. Her beige slacks and dark flats both appearing just as immaculate as the rest of her attire, something Contessa always found surprising considering not just the sheer volume; but the kind of work the leader of Cauldron got up to.
Contessa saw the barest of shakes of the woman's head, before she walked over to a large glass doored fridge. She took only a moment before pulling out a small glass vial of metallic looking liquid, a black metal cork keeping the contents contained.
Contessa watched as Doctor Mother placed the glass tube that looked about as long as a pen but no thicker than an adults finger, into one of the special stainless steel canisters they typically delivered their 'samples' in.
Doctor Mother handled the whole process with a strange kind of reverence that always escaped Contessa, and the process continued on its trend when she watched as Doctor Mother then placed the canister into a small solid steel briefcase.
Doctor Mother walked back over to the desk where Contessa stood when she discarded her hat, and gently set the case down right next to her before they locked eyes again. Bright piercing blue against dark and unyielding brown that bordered on black.
"Make sure that he understands that this isn't free. I'm appreciative of all that the father did for our efforts, and that is the only reason I'm doing this. You've been running yourself ragged, you may be wrong. This may be a bad idea. I don't even know how these two will react together, let alone for him. We didn't follow our normal procedure. Drinking it will most probably kill him. Even if it doesn't…I'm not sure what will come of it."
Contessa reached down and picked up her hat before setting it on her head, allowing her power to fully direct her response.
"What will come of it? For some? The things Nightmares are made of. And let's be honest, in a world like ours? Darkness only responds… to Darkness." Contessa said with a small flourish, as she turned her back on Cauldrons leader.
She had to arrange a quick trip.
The city of Brockton Bay would soon have a new Cape.
BROCKTON BAY- MID TOWN SUBURB'S: JULIAN'S HOUSE
November 5th, 2010
Julian Agros's POV:
He glanced at his watch as he walked into the house after having gotten off the bus, another annoying day among his 'peers' thankfully done with.
'3:15 pm.'
Julian took his jacket off and deposited it on the coat rack to the right of the front door before trudging up the steps, hoping to go to his room and practice one of his instruments for a bit before his mother and sister got home.
As he made his way up, he reflected on the day he'd had at Winslow.
The day he'd had, and the day that his crush had had.
He shared pretty much every class with Taylor Hebert.
He had seen her a few times before, but he'd never been able to work up the courage to talk to her.
He knew the kind of reputation he'd come to garner.
People believed that he was outgoing, adventurous even.
He could be.
But when it came to this…he was at a loss. As good as he was at faking it, he actually wasn't good with people.
On top of that he saw how people treated her, and while Julian had zero problem being confrontational when the situation called for it; his own prior incidents of self-defense had him on thin ice with the school's ineffectual administration.
He couldn't directly try and interact with Taylor for fear of causing the rest of the school to dogpile her with even more abuse than was normal.
The kids at Winslow for one reason or another danced to a very particular toon, and that revolved around essentially preying on whoever was offered up as the catch of the day when it came to bullying.
'9/10 it winds up being Taylor.'
But just because Julian couldn't risk acting overtly… didn't mean that he couldn't help from the shadows.
A lot of gossip got around the school, it was inevitable considering the setting. Teenagers are savages, and most people for some odd reason seem to forget it when they grow up.
'That and the general suckiness of the school and its stupid staff doesn't help either.' Julian thought morosely as he finished climbing the steps before he stopped into the bathroom before going to his room.
Julian had taken it upon himself to cow some of the stupider guys at the school at the very least…so that he could at least try and give Taylor some semblance of peace.
He'd privately threatened four jocks on the football team, and two dudes along with surprisingly even one girl from the theatre department.
Each one had had their own ideas of how to torment Taylor a little more, snide comments, notes in her locker, nasty and unsolicited flirting, all of it adding on to the ridiculous amount of crap she already dealt with from the schools 'Bitch Brigade'.
Julian killed each thought of such behavior before it could come to fruition.
A lot of people believed Julian to be in his own little world half the time…
But he was always listening. Always watching. So it made it easy to catch on to each of the idiots plans, giving him the chance to help the girl he actually secretly liked.
Most said nasty things about her because it had become common place thanks to the 'Bitch Brigade', but Julian knew that none of the things that were said were true.
Taylor was withdrawn because of the treatment she was forced to deal with.
She was considered a little too tall, and a little too lithe for a girl; at least to some of the guys. Julian had heard some of them talk about her in a more serious and appraising manner on more than one occasion.
To Julian she was beautiful… in a classic kind of way.
Realistically, she bore the same kind of look like a decent amount of the 'final girls' in the slasher films Julian watched did.
That thought jarred Julian for a moment as he finished washing his hands.
'Huh. I guess I do have a type. Dark haired, slim fit, final girls.'
Julian shook his head with a chuckle as he walked back into the hallway and back towards his bedroom.
Upon crossing the threshold, any other thoughts about Taylor Hebert…or anything else for that matter, ground to a complete and resounding halt.
Because sitting at the very foot of his bed was a gleaming metal briefcase.
…
Julian took a moment to think after staring at the case for a moment.
'Mom did say she was thinking about something for my birthday…is this it?'
Julian approached slowly, as the look of the case gave him futuristic sci-fi vibes, like from one of the Alien movies; or that bad robot spy thriller he had just watched the other night.
Julian had already found himself right at the foot of his bed, and he sat there staring for a moment; unable to explain why the seemingly innocuous case was giving him a slight feeling of dread in the pit of his gut.
Deciding after another moment that he'd just throw caution to the wind as he was often wont to do, he quickly opened the latches on the case and threw open the lid.
What greeted him confused him, as he looked at the long metal cylinder with a strange symbol on it sitting inside the case; a card sitting next to it.
Julian slowly reached in and picked up the card, deciding he needed to keep going as he'd already come this far.
"Drink the vial inside, and drink it quickly. It's Not free…but it will make sure that not only will you be able to keep your promise, but that you'll be able to make all of your dreams come true. One day, we will meet; and I'll be collecting on the favor you owe over this. But until then, Happy Birthday. –C"
Julian re-read the card three times…before shaking his head and setting the card in his desk drawer to the right of his bed.
'Who the hell is C? What kind of favor are we talking about here? The hell does that mean: "You'll be able to make all your dreams come true?" This is weird.'
He then walked back to the foot of his bed and reached for the metal cylinder, the thing actually opening as his hand came near giving him a minor jump scare while making him chuckle a bit at his own jumpiness.
After shaking off the hesitation of that, Julian finished reaching down and picked up the vial the card had mentioned; watching as the cylinder closed again at the vials removal.
Julian sat down and turned the vial over in his hands a couple of times, watching as the metallic liquid contorted in the glass under his movements; looking as though it might separate down the middle yet always holding together.
He contemplated the thing for a few moments, those moments seemingly stretching out into what felt like forever.
Tired with his own indecision Julian decided he'd throw caution to the wind once again.
'The card did say it would help me keep my promise…and that's all that matters in the end.'
Julian quickly popped the cork on the vial and turned it over and drank it down quickly, a small cough bubbling up from him not only because of the speed with which he downed it; but because of the strange taste that he couldn't quantify.
…
It started slowly.
A burning sensation…like a fever almost.
He felt it coming on and he wanted to think on it…
But then the pain came.
He had had headaches before.
This wasn't that.
Julian felt like his head was going to implode, while also dealing with strangest sense of vertigo he'd ever experienced.
Then…nothing but blackness.
Until there wasn't.
He couldn't explain what he was seeing.
Something absolutely massive…
Twisting and writhing, a multitude of color. It looked like flesh...but flash molded with glass...
He didn't get much chance to process any of it.
The next thing Julian knew; he was waking up as his sister was jumping on him on his bed.
"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! It's time for cake Juli!"
Julian focused himself as best as he could through the phantom pain that was rocking his skull, sitting up as best he could while his sister rolled off of his bed giggling all the while.
Said giggling came to an abrupt stop however as her face took on a slightly stricken tone, before she spoke to him again as she came close to him as he sat fully up.
"Julian are you okay? Your nose is bleeding."
Brii's words pulled him away from the thoughts of the phantom pain long enough to realize that he felt the moisture under his nose and around his lips.
He quickly brought his right hand up and wiped away the mess of blood, trying to see if more would come out.
After a moment, Julian took the chance and slowly stood up.
His sisters face had settled onto worry, but a small smile in her direction seemed to settle her nerves as Julian spoke to her.
"I'm okay you little hobgoblin. My nose was probably just dried out. It's a little stuffy in here."
His sister stuck her tongue out at him as she started to call him names while dancing back and forth on the spot.
But Julian missed all of what she said, as a thought caused him to look at his room more closely.
…And what was now seemingly missing from it.
The case…the cylinder…the vial…all of it…just gone. Up and vanished like a puff of smoke.
…
'Did…did I dream all that?'
Julian didn't get to contemplate his thoughts much longer after that because his sister shoved him in the mid-section.
"Julian! Come On! Mom wants to buy you dinner so you have to come down and pick what place you wanna get it from! Then it's time for Cake...oops."
Julian could only shake his head at his little sister's repeated slip, though if he was being honest, he didn't really care about having cake for himself.
Knowing that his sister was excited was what was making the whole thing worth it.
'Just a little teasing…'
"OOP. Someone's gonna be in Trouble for spilling the beans like that."
His sisters face immediately shifted to one of abject horror, but his grin quickly saw it shift to annoyance.
"Don't make fun of me Juli!"
Fighting off a twitching eyebrow at the horrible childish nickname Julian patted Brii's arm and sent her on her way while checking his watch.
'5:20?'
Whatever had happened…He'd passed out for a decent amount of time.
'Can worry about all that later. First get cleaned up, then figure out dinner.'
"I'll be down in a bit Brii, I'm just gonna wash my hands."
His sisters typical happy look bled back into worry for a minute before Julian blew a raspberry at her, igniting her happy self again at seeing that he really was fine.
"Okay! But don't take too long!"
He watched as his sister tore out of his room like a bat outta hell, and on that departure, she clipped his small end table near his door that held a picture of him and his Dad from back a little bit before his thirteenth birthday.
Time seemed to slow…
And that's when Julian finally noticed it. A strange niggling sense about him, something he couldn't really describe.
What he could describe however, was that he actually felt a shift in the sense as he watched the picture frame tumble off the table.
Being halfway across the room Julian knew for a fact he'd never stop the frame from falling and shattering the glass…
But his instincts kicked in anyway, and he reached out with his left hand…
And That's when he got the shock of a lifetime.
Mid fall the frame quickly shifted trajectory and zipped across the room; right into his waiting hand as he felt a strangeness settle over him.
…
Julian stared down at the frame as it sat firmly in his grasp, completely at a loss for words for a moment.
When he was finally able to shake himself out of his funk only two words came to mind.
"Holy Shi- "
ANNNNND that's a wrap people! This is what would technically be the first chapter of The Things Nightmares Are Made Of. As said above this is my first venture into the Worm verse on the scale of talking about my ideas and thoughts in a public forum. Now one more time with feeling: This is going to be an OC Driven/ Slightly power cracky fic! If that's not your thing but you got this far, please leave any kind of encouraging message if it please you; and then we can part ways as friends. Otherwise? I can't help you. I have a bunch of ideas, and one seriously dedicated fic that comes before this one. Eventually I'll try and get around to all of my fics, for updates, re-writes, possible cancelations, etc. Please be sure to fave, follow, and leave a note if it please you. Until then, I hope all is going well for all of you and I hope that you all stay safe, happy, and healthy until we next meet! This is Sojiro, Signing Off! Laters Gators!
