ABB plus1 (Worm CYOA v6) Chapter 1: Beginning, a worm fanfic

Decided to try my hand at a story. Here's the build. It utilizes PixelGMS's V6 build found here: .

Other (Unaware) |

+10 SP -20 CP | +1 SP -2 CP |

Mover | Tinker | Thinker | Blaster

(Tinker) Hero

Earth Bet

Cosmetic Shapeshift: Looks like Shirou Emiya but with black hair.

Conscious Geas: Join ABB.

Unconscious Geas: Help Oni Lee.

Aight, let's start the story.

Beginning 1.0

A man materialized in mid air on a street in Brockton Bay, as he fell, he twirled his body in the correct angle, rolling as soon as he hit the ground, dispersing energy.

(? PoV)

As I dispersed my energy, I immediately thought that was impossible.

I couldn't do that. I wasn't able to do that before, this I know, I didn't even know how to do parkour. Where even am I?

And that question brought me up short. I froze, searching for memories. There were none. I had no memories of anything before now, so why was I capable of understanding all this language?

I could easily read Latin, Greek, and even Hieroglyphs with no effort... But I didn't know who my parents were, what type of life I lived... As that depressing thought came to me, I looked down at myself.

I couldn't even remember what I looked like.

As I looked around my surroundings, I was able to pinpoint colors painted on the walls. Red and green. Curious, I was about to walk before I stopped, instantly feeling a headache building. Designs loaded into my head, designs of all types of ranged weapons.

I forcefully shut that off and started walking away. It was currently night and no one was walking around except, curiously, a bunch of Asian people in green & red. Was this a gang?

One of them looked my way and nodded at me, for some reason. They were talking to their friends in traditional Chinese, which was curious. I picked up a few words, "Lung, the Boss," before they exited my hearing range.

I wondered who this Lung was. Feeling no importance, aside from obviously being quite well known, I continued on. Before too long, I felt something... Connect.

It was weird, I could imagine a dial with a sign above it, "Bomb Specialization".

I shrugged it off, thinking back to the guns I could make. Curiously, I couldn't affect them.

As I moved on the streets, more of those people with green & red were roaming around. Some were lounging around and smoking. Some were by storefronts with the owner in front. It was obviously a gang, but I don't know which one.

As I looked more, I noticed that the connection to the Bomb Specializations power was closer. In fact, it was only a few buildings away. There was also another connection, something known as "Draconic Escalation", curiously enough.

I got closer to the building, some members of the gang looking my way, curious, before shrugging it off. Some looked like they were expecting me to get killed.

In fact, they were looking at me as if I'm stupid or not worth they're time. Curious. Looking back at the building, I noticed a few symbols that indicated this was probably the leader's house. Going off the information, yes, Lung was probably here.

I'd figure Lung is the one with the ramping power as despite what the bombing power does, the ramping one is more experienced, older. I don't know how I knew that, but I did. A few annoyed curses sounded out as the door in front of me opened.

What came out was a masked man, barechested, with tattoos of dragons. This was obviously the man with the Draconic Escalation.

"What are you doing here?"

His voice was very deep and menacing. Honestly, something I could respect. I merely answered in honesty.

"I felt two connections to interesting abilities. Something called Bomb Specialization and Draconic Escalation." I then felt another connection, turning my head just the right way to see someone suddenly appear.

The connection I felt from this one was called "Duplicative Teleportation", oddly enough.

The man I was seeing, though, seemed to be an automoton. Barely moving, barely interacting. I turned back to who was obviously Lung, as it was Dragon in Chinese. He was studying me, I could tell from his body language.

He turned to the man with Duplicative Teleportation, "Lee, go supervise Bakuda. This might be interesting."

His voice echoed. It appeared I was in the heart of this gang's territory as more members of the gang looked over at me. As I turned to look at Lee, I saw Lee turn to ash. Curious.

Lung turned around, walking into the building with a motion of the hand. He was expecting me to follow and follow I did.

As I walked through the obvious mad scientist lab, I saw bombs all around. I felt something in me stirring, an excitement to analyze them and recreate them but better. Before I knew what I was doing, I was fiddling with one of thme.

I saw Lung stop right next to Lee and a girl with a gas mask on her face.

As Lung turned around, he saw me fiddling with a bomb.

"What are you doing?"

His voice took a dangerous edge as I merely responded, "This is a curious bomb. Cryofreeze. It will affect an entire radius of 20 meters, causing 5 meters to be absolute zero... Amazing. Who designed this?"

There was some sort of cough before the person in the gas mask arrogantly replied, "Me, of course!"

I looked at her, "Bakuda, I presume? You're the Bomb Specialization."

Lung's eyes narrowed at me as I ignored his presence before wrapping his hand on my shoulder, "Tell me your abilities."

It was a demand. I pondered for a moment, realizing that while Lung was touching me, I could give him a single power out of a list of 48 powers... Granted, all of them were pretty weak, but I could give him the ability to make powerful swords and even copy the powers of everyone nearby in a 150 meter radius, but only at half effectiveness.

His hand started to squeeze down and I stopped thinking about that. "I have a specialization in making guns with special effects. Similar to Bakuda, I presume, except instead of explosives, I just make ranged weaponry. I can also gift 12 people, if I estimate correctly, 1 power out of 48. Of course, none of these 48 can make you a true god, but some are really good."

As I spoke, Lung's eyes narrowed and Bakuda was glaring. Lee was indifferent. "I also have the ability to improve other parahumans powers if this dial thing I'm thinking of is correct... By about 250%... Overclocking, I'll call it."

I mused to myself, "I believe the last powers I have are the ability to make tech that utilizes others' powers as long as they are not like Bakuda's in nature and one that allows me to reproduce tech that Bakuda makes."

I nodded at my assessment, but I didn't notice when Lung's hand was off my shoulder and instead pondering.

"We will test your powers soon."

There was no room for arguing with his tone, and frankly I was alright with that.

"I want you to give Lee a power of the 48 you think will fit him."

With that, Lung left. Bakuda was glaring but started going back to making bombs. I went over to Lee and touched him.

A power that'd fit him of the 48? I could only think of three. A power that made him really elastic, a bag with infinite space that can launch projectiles, and a power that allows him absolute awareness of everything near him in 5 meters with teleportation.

Thinking of it, I decided the teleportation power would fit best.

Instantly, Lee noticed a new effect. He looked over to me and nodded. He then disappeared, teleporting around. Given that he didn't turn to ash, I'd say he used the new teleportation power.

I decided to look at Bakuda and see what she's doing.

"Hey, what's the day?"

As I asked that, she stiffened, looking at me, and spat, "April 8th, you happy?"

Curious, I studied her. I could see why she was hating me now. She has a sort of delusion causing her to think she's the greatest tinker in the world. Going off the bombs I can see, I can tell she's plenty powerful, but not Armsmaster Tinker strong.

I decided to respond to her, "No. You are just too limiting with your specialization. How about I give you another?"

She looked at me, furious. "YOU THINK I NEED ANOTHER?!"

She was all but yelling, but I shook my head. "You do."

She grabbed a bomb in a threatening manner as I explained my reasoning.

"You're far too limited, you can make grenades and explosives, but that's about it. How about a power that grants you my powerset yet weaker or an entire specialization in swords?"

She grated her teeth and her ego made me realize it was a fool's bet. "Fine, but I will ask you later. Now, what can you tell me about the ABB? I am looking to join this organization."

She scoffed, "We're the All-Asian Inclusivity group run by the guy who fought the entire Protectorate here and nearly won. We're the strongest. I'm the genius, Lee's the flunky, and Lung's the big bad wolf."

As she spat those lines, I raised my eyebrow. She was focused on tinkering and not really caring, it was like she didn't even know what she was creating. Going by that, she must not truly be in control of what she makes...

I decided to raise her dial to 200%. Immediately, the effects were noticeable. The bomb she was making started turning out better at an increased rate. She even went back to focusing on said bomb and started muttering something... "Going to make a grey boy..." was all I heard.

Shrugging, I turned around and walked over to another bench with a bunch of garbage. Picking it up, I planted it on the table and went to work. Before I realized it, I had a red gun in my hands.

Bakuda was looking at it and tilting her head, for some reason.

I heard her mutter, "Black Ops Zombies?"

I raised my eyebrow, "Explain what that is, please?"

She shrugged, "It's the newest call of duty, real dope. Earth Aleph import. Played it at a College party a few months ago."

That was... surprisingly informative. I shrugged as details of the ray gun filled my mind. It shot a green ray that had a splash effect and was incredibly deadly. It had a dial to increase its effectiveness enough to completely vaporize human limbs.

"Also, what's your name?"

It was said casually and I knew I should have one. But I don't, for some reason. I can't think of a name. "I don't have one."

I replied honestly, not seeing the reason to lie.
Bakuda too kit in stride, "No cape name, eh? New?"

I shook and nodded my head, "I mean I have no name or cape name whatsoever."

She seemed taken aback at that.
"Wait, you don't have a name?"

I shrugged, "I've only been able to recall everything from my arrival, which was just me in a street of this city, whatever it's called, up to this conversation."

Wanted to change the conversation, I looked over at her, "So, why are you watching me?"

She yawned, stretching, "Just woke up. You've been tinkering all night."

Wait, what?

The date is now April 9th, 2011. Two days until Taylor Hebert fights Lung.

Our MC, still yet to be named, has joined The Azn Bad Boys.

Due to his plot armor and Peaceful Vibes, he didn't die because Lung & Bakuda are of the same alignment.