As I have decided to rewrite this story, I have decided it needs a new title. Officially, it will simply remain Levels. Unofficially, the rewrite will be called Level Up.

And with a new title comes a new disclaimer.

I do not own Worm, or any other anime, videogame, comic, book, movie, or cursive urine snow signatures that may appear.

Now, there were several questions asked when I posted the first chapter of this reincarnation of Levels. Allow me to answer them all, right now, in sequence:

Yes.

Chapter Two: Sequential Extension of Existential Examination

The next morning, just after breakfast, Danny Hebert was just getting up from the dining room table to go to work when Taylor spoke.

"Can we do that again?"

"What?" the man asked, stopping to look at her, "Do what again, Kiddo?"

"Watch cartoons together," she said, looking him in the eye with a nervous smile, "I really liked it, yesterday, watching Dragon Ball with you. Can we do it again?"

For a moment, Danny didn't know how to react for a moment, looking at the nervous, hopeful smile of his daughter. Last night aside, this was the first time he'd seen his daughter smiling in months. Maybe more than a year.

"Well, yes, I guess so," he nodded with a small smile of his own, "I can't watch it every night, though. We might only be able to do so on the weekends."

"That's okay, it was just… it was just a lot of fun," her smile had gone from nervous to bright.

"Right then, I'm home all day tomorrow. Would you like to watch Dragon Ball and a couple others, then?"

"Sure," she nodded with a big grin, "What others?"

"Well," his smiled dropped in a small way, something that indicated something about Annette, "One was Her favorite, the other I used to enjoy as a younger man."

"Oh," the teen nodded, agreeing silently, "That sounds good. I'll get my homework out of the way today so we can do that."

"Alright, Kiddo," the man smiled, "It's a plan." He ruffled her hair as he passed, earning a groan, but a genuine smile, from Taylor.

Taylor was as good as her word, finishing her homework before noon. All except for one that was currently in pieces at the bottom of her book bag.

Doing the schoolwork was a mindless activity, and quite quickly, the skinny girl's thoughts wandered away into a more explorative territory.

Being able to see, intimately understand and replicate every motion she was anatomically capable of was interesting. Useless so far, but interesting. The really interesting part was the fact that her ability had worked on the cartoon last night. She was able to break down each of the character's movements. She couldn't do any of it. Her ability told her, in great detail, about how she wasn't strong enough, quick enough to do any of the awesome, extreme stunts that were seen in the show.

But she could be.

It would take a lot strength and agility training, but she could do those things. Well, most of them. Throwing cars? Not so much. Kick hard enough to knock down a mountainous tiger man? Apparently not outside the scope of possibility.

None of it was really all that interesting though. Pushing rocks, taking hard hits with little damage, nothing the average Brute couldn't do.

In other words, things she could never achieve. Maybe there would be some real martial arts stuff in some of the later episodes.

Because Taylor had made a decision. Her power had no immediate benefit in a fight against a really strong and fast cape, let alone something like the Endbringers. That didn't mean that there was nothing she could do with her ability to see and copy motion.

Her first thought, as one might have noticed, had been copying signatures. That was, of course, illegal, and she'd prefer not to be labeled a villain. A secondary Use she thought of was perhaps using her ability to master martial arts simply by watching videos, get her physical fitness up to level, then run about, stopping street crime.

That one was a really close second to her eventual goal. The path she had decided on, eventually, was martial arts instructor to the PRT. That would allow her to do the most good and gave her years of preparation before she signed up with them.

Taylor figured that, honestly, her ability would allow her to have an enhanced teaching ability, what with being able to intimately see what they were doing wrong and being able to instruct them accordingly on how to do it better.

The start, however, would be getting herself in shape so she could use the techniques she saw. So, with that in mind, she finished up her homework and headed out to the library. Time to look up fitness techniques and start gathering styles.

It would amaze you to find out that it takes more than a couple videos on a media site to master any single martial art. Even for Taylor that was a little outside of the ball park. It took three hours to learn one style, called Wing Chun, from beginner to master level. That was back to back with only bathroom breaks.

As she had guessed, even with her ability this would take a long, long time. Good thing she planned on getting better over the course of years, not days, or even weeks.

The only other thing she looked up while at the library was a series of Body Weight fitness regimes.

Taylor Anne Hebert wasn't horribly out of shape, not really. But she did have a bit of pudge around the middle. She was also kind of weak when it came to her physical strength. Both of those were, while not easy, simple to remedy.

After memorising the appropriate movements, the girl went home and began her new fitness routine with slow sit ups. This was immediately followed by push ups, squats and several other techniques. She had barely been doing it for twenty minutes and already it felt like her body was tied to lead weights and achey all over.

She kept at it until the routine was over, though, dedicated to improving herself so that she could, in some small way, help the world.

When her father got home, she was starving and could hardly wait to eat, even if her movements were a little shaky and sluggish.

"You okay there, Kiddo?" Danny asked of his darling girl.

"Yeah," Taylor nodded, "I started working out today. Tough stuff."

"Oh," he nodded, going back to eating.

The silence was not as oppressive this time, the sound of the radio drifting lightly over their meal. It also was not as cold as usual between the two of them. The day before, watching Dragon Ball, had changed the dynamic of their relationship. Improved it.

They weren't talking then, not because they didn't know what to say to one another, but instead because they were comfortable with each other.

That night they watched a few more episodes of Dragon Ball. Her ability tried to kick on for a moment when Old Master Roshi used the Kamehameha Wave, but it must have been lacking the details necessary for it to activate and teach her how to use it.

Too bad, she mourned the missed chance silently, Would have been cool to use that on the bad guys out there.

The two of them were only able to watch a few more episodes before her father recognized that he was too tired to continue. Danny bid Taylor goodnight and shuffled off to his bedroom, yawning as he ascended the stairs.

Taylor put the dvds away and went to bed herself, soon after, only taking the time to sketch out how long it would take her to get into the proper shape to use her martial skills. She figured that, if she continued to work out diligently, she would attain an acceptable level somewhere around March.

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The next morning, Danny had already loaded up another anime dvd, this box set saying POKE`MON on the side in blue outlined yellow lettering.

It wasn't eight minutes in before Taylor said to her dad, "That little electric rat is an asshole."

"Language," the man warned her, then, "Yes. But he grows up by episode two."

The girl shrugged, watching the cartoon, content to spend this time with her dad.

Taylor laughed at Team Rocket's antics, really laughed at Ash's… unique imagination, and almost cried when the boy nearly gave up his Pikachu to the forest dwelling pack of the critters.

It wasn't until the episode where Brock beat Ash the first time using ground type Pokemon, and the boy in turn tried to supercharge his Pikachu, that her jaw dropped.

Ash, idiot that he was, figured that it would be perfectly acceptable to fight ground type Pokemon, which were completely one hundred percent immune to electrical effects, with an electric type Pokemon.

Rather than listen to the advice of his peer, a water type master aspirant named Misty, whom offered to let him borrow one of her critters, the boy sought a way to improve the power of his Pikachu so that it would work.

Despite the idiocy of this plan, a man agreed to help the mentally challenged trainer by hooking his Pikachu up to a water powered generator. Just as this was happening, the animators had the brilliant idea to show the inner workings of the electric sacks in the creatures cheeks. More than that, her power dilated time. It analyzed every motion, frame by frame, and informed her, in no uncertain terms, that Taylor was equally capable of using electricity.

"Taylor?" Danny inquire when his daughter suddenly sat up, ramrod straight.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," she said, looking away from the screen and down at her hands.

"Language," the man warned, a little more stern than earlier, "What's wrong?"

"Dad," she hit the pause button and turned to face her father, "I'm a Parahuman."

"Taylor, wha-"

"Pikachu!" she shouted, not quite at the top of her lungs, but projecting quite loudly. On the third syllable, yellow tinged electricity arched out of Taylor's left hand, into her right.

Danny, understandably, was left speechless.

"Like I said," she grinned, her too wide mouth giving her a beautifully large smile, "I'm a Parahuman."

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Yup.

Power Levels!

Taylor- 15

Danny- 12