Disclaimer: This is strictly a nonprofit work of fan based parody. Worm is the intellectual property of web-serialist, Wilbow, and all characters referenced from other intellectual works also belong to their respective owners. OCs belong to me however.

AN: I had a bunch of one-shots in the progress of being written, but I just could decide which one to finish and post. Finally, I just ended up plopping down and letting my fingers spew this short little thing out over the course of about four hours.

Just a little background for one of the future antagonists.

Outed: ?.?

March 16, 2010

Round Rock, Texas, was burning to the ground, and she could unfortunately only find one word to describe the city's now diseased inhabitants.

Disappointing.

Yuno sighed, as she leaned against the railing lining the rooftops of one of the few buildings still standing. To her right, Jacob flicked a pocket knife open and closed in silent musing, as he stared with her at the orange horizon. Mimi had really gone to town with her power... on the town.

Heh.

By all of the nonexistent gods above, she was bored!

She pursed her lips and resisted the urge to glare down at the mutilated and desecrated corpses lining the charred, cracked streets. It wasn't their fault their defending Capes had failed so utterly... or that whatever was in the water of this city apparently encouraged genetic idiocy. This whole venture this past week had just been one long, sad, trudging disappointment, occupied by hundreds of blabbering morons with the idea that they were in any way qualified to take on one of the most dangerous parahuman groups in the world without a united front, some of which weren't actually parahumans at all! Not even several dozen retries managed to get the moronic supers living here to scrounge up the decency to at least pull their thumbs out of their asses -if not make this even slightly fun.

The villains had stubbornly refused to work with the heroes, oh so arrogantly confident in their personal abilities. The heroes had stupidly refused to even consider allying with the villains for even a day, so self righteous were they. And the civilians had actually had the gall to riot in the middle of an S-Class crisis. Well, they were all dead now, so it didn't matter anymore.

Jacob sighed beside her. His pocket knife clicked closed with a flick of the wrist. He was just as disappointed.

"Boring, boring, boring," she muttered quietly, brow pinched in irritation. He made a noise of mild agreement.

"Yes, this whole city has been something of a wash, hasn't it?" Jacob mused, glancing over at her. A low growl of frustration issued from her throat to his amusement, not that he wasn't sympathetic to her plight.

Yuno's teeth ground against each other, hands fisting themselves tightly against he railing. "They were just so... so stupid!" she snapped finally, before sucking in a calming breath. "It wasn't even half a challenge. It's like they just let themselves be picked off. Spineless worms, the entire lot of them. Pathetic. Honestly, maybe I've just been spoiled by a large streak of good luck in competent opponents, but these people this past week have all been almost too dumb to live!"

Jacob nodded empathetically. The immaculately short-bearded man turned his gaze back towards their handiwork, the coil of disappointment in their own failure to force things to actually be interesting roiled unpleasantly in his gut. The discontent felt by Yuno and himself was shared by the rest of their little family to some degree or another, he knew, but he also knew they'd have to lay low for a while after making such a big splash in the population pool. Granted, it was a rather disappointing section of said pool that he would never personally miss, but the point remained. It would be a spot of trouble finding something to occupy his precious little group of psychos for the better part of a month.

"Makes me wonder sometimes why you're so determined to save anyone at all if this is who most of them are at their core," he mused aloud.

Yuno didn't stiffen or deny his accusation; that would be pointless, and she knew he was right, besides. Despite the wonderful way she'd fit right into their family, providing someone else for their invincible mama bear to pamper and an excellent big sister for Riley, her joining them had always been a personal means to an end to some degree or another. She'd never outright said it, but she'd also never denied it.

The oriental girl with black hair currently dyed a pastel pink hummed in response.

"Do you know that little cult classic video game about the kid with power over time? You know, the one with the monsters?" she hedged.

Jacob raised a brow at her. "Can't say I have. Care to share?"

She nodded. "The kid, who the player controls, at some point meets another time traveller, who explains his motivations based on what choices the player makes. In the timeline where you choose to kill everyone, he admits to wishing to help end the world for good, thanks partially to his sheer boredom. 'I've played every game; I've lost every game. I've read every book; I've burned every book. I've saved everyone, and I've killed them all.' That's what he says -or something to the effect of such."

She paused for a bit, allowing herself to relax to the pervading smell of smoke wafting through the air, till Jacob motioned for her to continue on.

"Really, it's the same for me in a way. I've never managed to save everyone. Killed everything, yes, done it several times over in increasingly inventive ways, sure, but I've never saved everyone, not even once. It's something of a black mark on my pride. After all, I'm supposed to be the girl who can't lose; my victory is only ever simply delayed."

"But that's not why you're doing it," Jacob stated after a beat. And it was a statement; that sneaky little secondary power of his made sure his intuition was never really completely wrong in regards to people like her. "Pride has very little to do with it."

"No," she agreed, "I guess not."

Jacob flicked his pocket knife open again, the clicking of its opening and closing slowly sounded out a small staccato in the silence of the deserted rooftop of the relatively intact building of a dead city. Humming in thought, Jacob grinned. "So, how many times have we had this conversation?"

Yuno's blue eyes flicked to him, blinking rapidly, before a small, wry grin pushed up the side of her mouth closest to him. Her gaze turned back to the flickering, crackling devastation, as she sighed. "I always did dislike this particular moment of my life, despite its necessity. I've lost count of how many times I've had to say goodbye," she admitted. "You were all the greatest, really. There are few things that make me quite as happy as remembering the times spent together with you guys in our own special, twisted little family, but I can't stop now, not when I'm so close. I'm getting so close to succeeding, to finally saving the world. I can practically taste it."

Jacob didn't say anything in support, but he didn't decry her ambition either.

Yuno shook her head and motion towards the burning ruins laid out before them. "Honestly, if you think this is boring, just imagine how I feel. There's only so many ways you can exterminate the Protectorate before it becomes dull. The world is coming to an end, whether in two years or ten, but it doesn't matter, not yet, not really. Because I can't even end with it. I can't even be afforded that mercy. No, I'm forced to live again the same twelve years over and over into infinity. You can not imagine my suffering, the crushing despair, the feeling of utter uselessness, despite all my supposed power. Either I find a way to save the world, or someone manages to finally permanently kill me, and we're all basically fucked. Nothing is more boring or soul-crushing than knowing you have nothing to look forward to."

They were both silent for a bit, as her rant wound down, sharing a companionable silence. In the distance, melted metal girders screeched in the quiet, scalding air, as a small skyscraper collapsed at an angle, taking out two other buildings with it.

Eventually, the older man chuckled. "Well, at least tell me you have a plan, my little paper cut. Or are you perhaps winging it like your dearest role model?"

"Hah. Hah. You give yourself too much credit, Jiji," she snarked dryly with the faintest of amused tilts to her expression. "Of course I have a plan. I've been following a lead on a guy who might be able to kill Endbringers in straight combat. Naturally, someone that powerful doesn't operate alone. He's got quite the gifted group of Capes working with him, so I'll be needing my own little troupe to take them on. Honestly though, I'm not even sure that'll be enough. The public profile for him on the PRT database was pretty clear that he's a sociopath, powerful enough to end the world, and might even do it too out of spite if he's sufficiently offended. If nothing else, recruiting him to the cause promises to be a challenge."

"Sounds like someone Ned would like to meet," Jacob grinned.

Yuno laughed. "He would, wouldn't he?" She shook her head. "Honestly though, I know you're not stupid, just adventurous. Going after him yourself will never end well. Seriously, Jiji, stay as far away from Brockton Bay as possible if you can at all help it. Treat the whole thing like them having the entire Triumvirate available 24/7." She scoffed. "The Triumvirate would be easier to deal with in all honesty."

At his grin, she glared slightly.

"Don't challenge him; I won't forgive you if you get Riley killed. I've seen the futures where you tried for this guy, and, well... Let's just say he managed to actually kill Mama Bear and leave it up in the air as just how the hell he did so. Ned wouldn't last a minute, if even that."

"Alright, alright," he raised his hands in mock surrender, before drawing a hand across his chest. "I won't go after the scary, genocidal Cape, cross my heart."

After analyzing him with a sharp look for a few more seconds, she finally huffed and nodded in satisfaction. "Don't fret too much, Jiji; I'll be back just as soon as the world is out of danger. After all, someone has to help me develop functional immortality to keep my wonderfully dumb power from "saving" me and involuntarily reversing all my progress upon my death."

Jacob grinned. "I'll hold you to that."

They stared out into the city's ruins in silence once more.

"Irony at its finest. To save the world, I have to kill its strongest hero, to slay a being equivalent to a literal god in comparison to humans."

"The greatest challenge, the most impossible task," Jacob muttered. "I can respect that kind of ambition, no matter the reason." He gave her a lopsided grin, and scratched at the neatly trimmed, sawtooth goatee carpeting his chin. "You have my full blessing to engage in this grand quest of yours."

"Thanks," Yuno smiled. "That means a lot coming from you, not that I was unaware you'd approve anyway."

He shrugged off her gratitude.

After a moment of thought, she pushed off the railing. "No sense in putting it off much longer. If Riley gives me those puppy dog eyes of hers, I might just be forced to change my mind." She turned to go. "Take care, will you? You'll not have me there to prophesy your potential messy ends for a while yet."

Jacob laughed and waved her off. "Go slay God, little paper cut." He grinned wider. "And don't forget to enjoy yourself on the road to doing it."

Her smile was beaming.

Jacob turned back to watch the city burn.

To his left, the world briefly wArpeD, as casualty was offhandedly violated, and then he was alone on the rooftop. Not even a displacement of air signaled Yuno's departure.

He flicked his knife open and closed a few more times, before straightening up as well and turned to stride towards the stairwell.

Riley would be rather distraught, he concluded. He'd admit to having also grown just as attached as the rest of the family to the teenage girl, who people were calling the next him. More practically, without Yuno about, they'd have to tread a bit more lightly than they'd grown used to in the past year that had subsequently lacked a single casualty among their number thanks to her.

Looked like they would be going on vacation for a while. It was already bad enough that they were in the same state as Eidolon and his Houston Protectorate. Best not to rock the boat much further for the time being. Upon reflection, Florida's sparkling, inviting beaches were suddenly starting to sound particularly nice right about now. They could even see about passing through that Six-Flags amusement park Riley had been begging to visit!

He nodded to himself; that would work out just fine.

In the meantime, however, he couldn't wait to watch his protege bring together a special family of her very own.

AN:

Ah, Yandere. Truly, the most stupidly unfairly powerful villain my mind could could conjure. Time travel is the ultimate bullshit when one is given actual control over it. Also, it really is not the best recipe for staying sane when you keep getting killed by Zion a hundred times over. Yeah, Yuno hasn't been all there mentally for a while, besides being bored and more than a little depressed at the seeming pointlessness of everything she does.

Name: Yuno [Last name pending]
Codename: Yandere
Rating: Shaker(sub Breaker, Thinker, Mover, Stranger, Trump)
Disposition: Neutral Villain. Kill Order Designee.
Location: Brockton Bay, Massachusetts, USA.
General Information: An Oriental, teenage girl of around sixteen years old. Blue eyes. Wears her black hair in a high ponytail with long bangs left to frame her face. Often dyes her hair a pastel pink color. Almost always seen wearing a black on white, generic, Japanese school-girl outfit. Carries a pair of large military combat knives with one strapped to each of her thighs. Currently involuntarily attends Winslow High as a student under the watch of Kosuke Hiragana[see Lucifer], senior member and enforcer of the 'anti-gang' group for young parahumans, Moonlight [see Moonlight Organization]. Formerly a member of the Slaughterhouse 9, who left to apparently start her own offshoot, which she called the Seven Deadly Sins, before they were destroyed almost entirely by Moonlight.
Personality: Incredibly unstable and murderously violent, due to the insanity inflicted by her power's involuntary ability to save her from death, even likely from old age [see Assessment], forcing her to relive her life over and over again pointlessly. She best described her own mindset with an offshoot reference to the video game, Undertale: "I've played every game; I've lost every game. I've read every book; I've burned every book. I've saved everyone; and I have killed them all just as easily. It's always the same damn thing day-after-tedious-day, year-after-endless-year, and I'm so completely tired of this world. It's boring."
Completely unrepentant in regards to her heinous crimes against humanity, she often takes gleeful joy in what she does. Has a casual disregard for human life, and treats every action as a means to an end. Seemingly has a reason for everything she has done up to the present, but she has refused to reveal it to PRT affiliated individuals.
Despite -and in part because of- her relative age in total, thanks to decades and possibly centuries of time loops [see Assessment], her power keeping her perpetually stuck in young body has prevented her from overtly maturing or moving past her obvious mental issues to any appreciable degree.

Assessment:

Shaker 12+:
[Can jump forwards and backwards into her own timeline indiscriminately. 'Jumps' are made in distances of exactly one 24 hour week. Essentially has the ability to retry any given moment as many times as she desires till the optimal outcome is achieved if she is determined enough. Can continue to 'jump' even after 'jumping' as far into future as she wishes, but can only 'jump' as far back as her Trigger event.]

Breaker 0+:
[[see Shaker rating]. Power automatically causes her to 'jump' backwards and 'reset' to a week prior upon death, no matter the method. [Redacted] even reported her power automatically 'jumped' her back in response to Glastig Undine's mere presence in proximity closer than a meter.]

Thinker 7+:
[Thanks to her 'jumping' Yandere has what amounts to perfect precognition and reassessment of any threat or obstruction leveled against her. She is privy through this to likely untold amounts of sensitive government and personal information regarding each member of her opposition. Furthermore, she notably possesses an eidetic memory and can remember every individual step of a battle, each upon which she can then act as is required for the situation.]

Mover 7:
[Can teleport via reverse casualty by jumping forward into her own timeline, moving elsewhere, and then jumping back. In this way, because she was no longer at the "first place" in the future and instead in the "second place" and because there was no 'her' in the 'middle' between 'jumps' to enforce otherwise, she was therefore actually in the "second place" in the present. However, she can only return to the present in a spot unoccupied by anything denser than gas.]

Stranger 7:
[Is able to 'jump' backwards in time as far as her Trigger event and thus far back enough that no-one but Protectorate ENE Ward, [Redacted], or Moonlight member, Deja Vu, can remember her. Functionally able to infiltrate any institution without being caught in any way.]

Trump 4:
[[see Breaker rating]. Power reportedly trumped Glastig Undine's previously undefeated one in order to escape. Automatically teleported millimeters before she could be struck by Protectorate Ward, Fletchette's power. It is safe to assume she will in practice always be aware of every detail and weakness of each parahuman power pitted against her.]

Notes: Seemingly remains cooperative with Moonlight -if certainly disgruntled. However, Lucifer's power allows them to keep her safely contained without risk of killing her or enabling an escape.

Reccomended Strategies:
Verified S-Class Threat: FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY DO NOT DELIBERATELY PROVOKE, especially if she is not currently outright killing people! No one short of Moonlight member, Kosuke [see Lucifer], or the Triumvirate will be able to save you, and maybe not even then!
If a fight is unavoidable, trapping her is the only option. If she is killed, she escapes and can try again. Trumps that disable or weaken powers should be brought in. Shakers with powers that can raise long lasting obstructions are recommended to keep the battle mostly contained to a single area. Powers that can slow down mental processes are recommended. Powers that can be used to occupy large swathes of space with material more solid than gas should be highly utilized to hamper her movement and prevent teleportation. As of yet, there is no evidence that it is even possible to kill her for good. Best case scenario is that she is driven off, by forcing her to submit to boredom and deciding to head elsewhere. As such, strategies should revolve around this, unless it becomes clear that a power can circumvent her power's automatic evasion and permanently end her. If such an opportunity arises, it should be taken without hesitation.

Chief Director's Eyes Only:
[Clearance Level S6]
In lieu with the standard procedure for all information reported by Protectorate ENE Ward, [Redacted], from S-Class Threat, Yandere's dropped timelines, this will be a report of the highest security.
Yandere is fully aware of the truth behind the powers of Capes, their distributer, and his motivations, and at least half the reason for nearly everything she does is a twisted attempt to discover some way to destroy him, to discover someone who can. No sacrifice is too great; no crime is too heinous. She will do absolutely anything to see a future beyond the end of The Cycle. And the only way anyone else will see that future is if she also survives to see it or is killed permanently prior.
The only beings thought likely to be able to achieve her death are Scion and the Moonlight Organization's Lucifer and Lancer. If at all possible, her permanent death should be delayed at least until the conclusion of The Cycle has been definitively prevented.
With Moonlight member, Deja-Vu's, power allowing herself and other members of the organization to remember Yandere's timelines, it is believed that with time Yandere may slowly be crafted back into a productive member of society with the benefit of company in her loneliness. As it is, however, this is not something that should be counted on.