DISCLAIMER:

I am not the author of this story, I am the story director. This story is written by the ChatGPT Open AI with my direction.

ChatGPT is limited to writing the equivalent of one scene at a time.

The story includes characters, concepts, and elements inspired by various source materials from different universes.

The rights to these source materials, including but not limited to

"Worm" by John C. "Wildbow" McCrae,

"Harry Potter" by J.K. Rowling,

and other properties, belong to their respective creators, authors, publishers, and copyright holders.

This story is a creative work of fiction that integrates elements from these sources for storytelling purposes.

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A/N:

A constructive review from Draco0905 pointed out a few issues that I also picked up in re-reading it.

I an changing the ChatGPT instruction prompts to try and address these issues, starting with the continuity.

Because of this Chapter 1 may be updated multiple times. Sorry for the inconvenience.

On a side note, I agree with Draco0905 that I am impressed with the bot, since it is obviously not up to a professional standard, but much better than I expected when I started this experiment.

Chapter 1: Finding yourself

Taylor Herbert found herself trapped within the claustrophobic confines of her locker, surrounded by the stench of toxic waste. Exhaustion gnawed at her, her body on the brink of succumbing to a catatonic state after enduring one torment too many. The echoing laughter of Sophia Hess, Emma Barnes, and Madison Clements resonated in her ears, a relentless reminder of the cruelty she had been subjected to.

Amid the haze of her desperation, something extraordinary happened. A shimmering, holographic interface materialized before her, its presence juxtaposed against the grim reality of her surroundings. As her wide eyes locked onto the enigmatic display, a voice, gentle and otherworldly, resonated in her mind.

"Greetings, Taylor Herbert," the voice intoned. "You've reached a turning point, a moment of awakening. Your resilience, your will to fight against injustice, has unlocked a greater potential within you."

Taylor's confusion wrestled with her weariness. She instinctively reached out toward the holographic projection, her fingers passing through it as if it were made of air. The voice, now identified as Turiel, continued, "You had the capacity to command insects, to bend them to your will. But the threads of fate have woven something different for you, a power beyond the ordinary. You have been chosen to wield the Nexus Interface."

The words hung in the air, both baffling and strangely comforting. Taylor's mind struggled to grasp the enormity of the situation. Turiel's explanation came with an air of understanding, as if this was a path she was meant to tread.

And then, the world shifted. The locker dissolved, replaced by an expansive white void that stretched in all directions. Taylor felt weightless, untethered from the physical realm. Turiel's presence remained, a reassuring constant in the sea of uncertainty.

"Welcome to the Nexus Interface," Turiel's voice echoed. "Your world has merged with this interface due to your trigger event. Here, you can access abilities, skills, and knowledge from various realms."

Taylor blinked, her gaze fixed on the holographic overlay that now adorned her field of view. Icons and labels hovered before her, each representing a world of possibilities she had yet to comprehend.

Turiel's guidance continued, explaining gestures that could manipulate the interface and the functions of various icons. It was a surreal lesson, one that blurred the line between the physical and the digital. And then, an icon labeled "Library" emerged, catching Taylor's attention.

"The Library," Turiel elucidated. "A repository of your abilities, your skills, and your potential. As you unlock them, their details will be stored here for your reference."

Taylor swiped at the Library icon, opening it to find emptiness. Turiel's voice softened with reassurance, "The Library will fill with knowledge as you acquire it, just as your abilities will develop over time."

Guided by Turiel's instructions, Taylor completed the holographic tutorial, her gestures growing more confident as she navigated the interface's functions. Her initial state of confusion transformed into a sense of empowerment, a newfound purpose ignited by the limitless potential before her.

As the tutorial concluded, Taylor hesitated for a moment before making a decision. The weight of her past, the torment she had endured, and the strength she had found converged in that instant. "I choose the name Jinx," she declared, her voice steady. "A name that speaks to the injustice that has plagued me, a name that will become a force against the darkness."

With her new identity embraced, Jinx found herself back in the confines of the locker. The holographic interface remained, a constant companion in her reality, her link to the Nexus Interface.

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Amid the confinement of the locker, with the Nexus Interface's holographic menu before her, Jinx's thoughts were a tumultuous mix of curiosity and uncertainty. She couldn't shake the awareness that she should have possessed control over bugs as her power, yet destiny had bestowed upon her the enigmatic Nexus Interface. The weight of her past and the possibilities of her newfound abilities pressed upon her mind.

Then, as if in response to her thoughts, a new pop-up emerged before her eyes, its text bold and captivating:

NEW ABILITY: Queen Administrator FROM Worm RELATED TO Control over Insects and Microorganisms

Jinx's heart quickened as she absorbed the words. The familiarity of the ability's name from the Worm universe resonated within her, a power she should have wielded but now possessed in a form unlike any she had expected.

Turiel's voice filled her mind, explanatory and reassuring. "With Queen Administrator, you wield dominion over microorganisms, insects, anthropoids, arachnoids, and invertebrates of all kinds. You have the ability to command them, manipulate their actions, and utilize them to an extent that exceeds what you might have had with conventional insect control."

Jinx's awe was palpable as she comprehended the scope of her newfound dominion. This wasn't just control over bugs; it was control over entire ecosystems of creatures, an authority that extended far beyond her previous limits.

Before her, the white expanse of the Nexus Interface transformed into a lush, vibrant environment. Trees sprouted, insects hummed, and creatures of all shapes and sizes moved about. A tutorial environment had materialized, offering a space for her to explore and practice her abilities.

As Turiel's guidance continued, Jinx experimented with her control over the creatures around her. Insects swarmed and scattered at her command, moving in unison like extensions of her will. Microorganisms formed intricate patterns, shifting and reforming in response to her thoughts.

The tutorial eventually came to an end, leaving Jinx standing alone once more. Turiel's voice echoed within her mind, soothing and reassuring. "Similar tutorials will appear in your dreams for any further abilities you receive. The Nexus Interface is here to guide you on this journey, to help you realize your potential."

Jinx gazed around the now-fading environment, her heart pounding with a mixture of exhilaration and trepidation. She was left standing in the confines of the locker once again, the holographic menu before her, her life forever transformed by the Nexus Interface's intervention.

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Standing within the transformed locker, Taylor found herself surrounded by a symphony of holographic projections. Icons, gestures, and possibilities filled her view, each one offering a tantalizing glimpse into the boundless potential of the Nexus Interface. Among them was the familiar icon for the Queen Administrator ability, its allure irresistible.

With a touch, the icon expanded, revealing a detailed pop-up description:

Queen Administrator: Origin: Worm Ability Description: Complete dominion over microorganisms, insects, anthropoids, arachnoids, and invertebrates. Command, manipulate, and utilize them to an extent surpassing conventional insect control.

Taylor's mind absorbed the information, a sense of purpose blossoming within her. She gestured, her intentions seamlessly translated into the virtual world. The environment around her transformed once more, manifesting as a simulation of an urban setting. Insects and creatures materialized, forming a virtual swarm that responded to her every whim.

Experimenting with her new dominion, Taylor marveled as the swarm shifted and moved as one entity. She honed her control, manipulating the swarm's movement and structure with precision. As the swarm transitioned from insects to dominion, she marveled at the potential she held.

With newfound confidence, Taylor engaged in a simulated battle. The swarm became a formidable force, its movements synchronized with her thoughts. The air buzzed with the intensity of her control, as the swarm executed intricate maneuvers and unleashed deadly attacks upon virtual foes.

Turiel's voice resonated within her mind, guiding her through each step of the training. "Your dominion reaches deeper than mere command. It is an extension of your will, a reflection of your intent. Through dominion, you shape worlds, you weave destinies. Your potential for change is boundless."

As the training continued, Taylor's perspective shifted. The locker that once represented her confinement now symbolized a crucible of empowerment. She realized that through the Nexus Interface, she held the keys to her own liberation, a liberation that extended beyond the physical realm.

With the training completed, Taylor turned her attention to the library icon. As she touched it, a flood of information and insights surged into her mind. She grasped the essence of her abilities, understanding that they were not static, but would evolve and adapt across realities.

Amidst the holographic projections, Taylor felt a profound sense of connection—to herself, to her abilities, and to the boundless universe of potential before her. She had embarked on a journey of discovery, one that would reshape her existence in ways she could not yet fathom.

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With the holographic projections shimmering around her, Taylor's gaze fell upon the library icon once more. She hesitated briefly before selecting it, her thoughts reaching out to Turiel.

"Turiel," she thought, directing her inquiry to the enigmatic presence that guided her. "How can I use my abilities to escape this locker?"

Turiel's voice responded, gentle and reassuring. "To escape your current confines, leverage your dominion. Connect with the life that surrounds you, and shape it to create a pathway."

Taylor's mind focused on the micro-organisms that filled the locker, an intricate web of life that thrived even in such a place. Her dominion surged to life, the swarm responding to her intent. With precision, she manipulated the micro-organisms, weaving them into a living bridge that spanned the gap.

With the bridge in place, Taylor stepped onto it, her weight supported by the myriad creatures beneath her feet. The bridge stretched and adapted as she moved, responding to her every step. As she walked, she emerged from the confines of the locker into a hidden chamber transformed by holographic projections.

The chamber was a marvel of possibility, a testament to the Nexus Interface's potential. Taylor's attention was captured by a new pop-up notification:

NEW ABILITY: Living Bridge, invented through Queen Administrator exploration.

Curiosity ignited, Taylor accessed the ability's details:

Living Bridge: Origin: Queen Administrator Exploration Ability Description: Manipulate micro-organisms to create bridges that span gaps and connect surfaces. Bridge's structure can be flexible, sturdy, or camouflaged, adapting to terrains and supporting weight.

Taylor's mind raced with possibilities. She realized that through this power, she could shape the world around her in profound ways. The chamber itself became a canvas for her experiments. Her dominion was not just about control; it was about creation, about molding the fabric of reality itself.

With newfound determination, Taylor envisioned the potential applications of the Living Bridge. From constructing intricate traps to protecting others in dire situations, the possibilities were as vast as her imagination. Testing her theory, she manipulated the micro-organisms once more, this time focusing on creating a sturdy bridge that spanned a gap within the chamber.

The living bridge materialized before her, its structure solid and reliable. Taylor's heart raced with exhilaration as she realized the extent of her capabilities. With her next step, she would fully step onto the bridge, carrying her across the gap and deeper into the realm of her newfound powers.

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Stepping onto the living bridge she had woven, Jinx marveled at the sensation beneath her feet. The swarm of micro-organisms responded seamlessly to her will, creating a pathway that was as much a reflection of her intent as it was an extension of her power. She walked along the bridge with a mix of awe and determination, the sense of empowerment surging through her veins.

As her journey continued, her thoughts turned to the countless ways she could wield her newfound dominion in her mission to challenge wrongdoing. She envisioned swarms of creatures acting in unison to dismantle structures of oppression, to disrupt the plans of those who would harm others. Her power was a weapon, but it was also a tool, a force for change that transcended the limitations of her past.

At the chamber's far end, a massive door beckoned, its presence commanding her attention. Jinx's curiosity piqued, she approached the door, her heart pounding with anticipation. With a steady hand, she pushed it open, and what lay beyond took her breath away.

Before her, bathed in the warm glow of lamplight, was her own room. The familiarity of her surroundings enveloped her, offering a stark contrast to the darkness and isolation she had endured. The room was a haven of comfort, a refuge that had eluded her for far too long.

Unshaken in her resolve, Jinx stepped into the room, the door closing softly behind her. As she stood there, her gaze swept over the familiar details—the softness of her bed, the familiar scent of her belongings. She realized that even as she ventured into uncharted territories of power and potential, she could still find solace and sanctuary within the spaces she knew.

With her hand resting on the doorknob, the significance of her journey settled within her. The Nexus Interface had granted her abilities that reached beyond the ordinary, merging worlds and realities into a tapestry of potential. And yet, at the heart of it all, she was still Taylor Herbert, a young woman determined to bring justice to a world that sorely needed it.

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Jinx stood in her room, the comforting familiarity of her surroundings wrapping around her like a protective cocoon. Her dad hadn't returned home yet, likely caught up in his work as a negotiator for the dock workers union. The events of the day had taken their toll on her, leaving her feeling dirty and exhausted. A hot shower sounded like a small blessing, a way to wash away the lingering traces of the toxic waste.

She headed to the bathroom, stripping off her ruined clothes and stepping under the warm spray. The water was a soothing balm, cleansing her body and soothing her frayed nerves. Once she was done, she bundled up the ruined clothes in a plastic shopping bag, sealing away the evidence of her ordeal.

In the kitchen, she prepared a simple meal, the act of cooking grounding her in the present moment. As she stirred the pot on the stove, her thoughts turned to her strained relationship with her father. The loss of her mom had created a distance between them, a barrier that they struggled to breach. She missed her mom's presence, the way she used to mediate their interactions and provide a bridge between them.

Sitting at the table, she considered her options. The exhaustion was catching up with her, tugging at her eyelids. With a sigh, she decided to call it a night. She crawled into her bed, pulling the covers tight around her. As her eyes closed, she slipped into the realm of dreams.

In her dream, she found herself standing in the expanse of the Nexus Interface, surrounded by swirling lights and symbols. Turiel's presence materialized before her, a calming presence in the sea of possibility.

"Turiel," she greeted, her voice carrying a mix of uncertainty and longing.

Turiel's form shimmered, his voice a gentle echo in her mind. "Taylor, the rift between you and your father can be mended. The past doesn't have to dictate the future."

She felt a pang of emotion at his words, the weight of unresolved feelings bearing down on her. Turiel's guidance was a beacon of hope, a reminder that change was possible even in the face of adversity.

As the dream faded, she felt a sense of warmth and resolution settle within her. When she awoke the next morning, the sunlight streaming through her window, she carried with her a renewed determination to mend the rift between her and her father.

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Saturday morning cast a warm glow over the Herbert household. Taylor emerged from her room, heading to the kitchen where her dad was preparing breakfast. The clatter of dishes and the inviting aroma of food filled the air, offering a sense of normalcy amidst the storm of recent events.

"Morning, kiddo," her dad greeted, offering her a tired smile.

"Morning, Dad," Taylor replied, her voice carrying a mix of weariness and determination.

As they sat down to eat, Taylor felt the weight of the past two years press upon her. She took a deep breath, her resolve hardening. "Dad, I need to talk to you about something. It's about what's been happening at school, the bullying, and... everything."

Her dad's expression turned serious, concern etched into his features. "You can tell me anything, Taylor. I'm here for you."

So she began, recounting the relentless campaign of bullying she had endured for the past two years, the isolation and cruelty she had faced at the hands of her peers. She described the locker incident in vivid detail, the toxic waste, and her subsequent trigger event that had led to her acquiring the Nexus Interface.

"It's like my world has changed, Dad," Taylor concluded, her voice tinged with a mixture of awe and uncertainty. "I've been granted these abilities, and I want to use them to make things right."

Her dad's brow furrowed, his concern deepening. "Taylor, this is... a lot to take in."

"I know," Taylor agreed. "But I think there's more to this than meets the eye. The school ignored my complaints, and I can't think of any reason for them to do so unless there's some involvement from the PRT."

Her dad's gaze hardened at the mention of the PRT, a shadowy organization that had a complex relationship with parahumans like Taylor. "If they're involved, we need to be careful."

"I left the ruined clothes in a bag in the bathroom," Taylor said, providing a crucial detail.

Her dad nodded, his mind clearly processing the information. "And did you document any of this? The bullying, the complaints?"

Taylor's eyes brightened as she responded, "Yes, I kept copies of my complaint emails."

He seemed relieved by her preparedness. "That's good, Taylor. We can use that as evidence if we need to."

He leaned forward, his concern evident in his gaze. "You know, Carol Dallon is a lawyer. She could provide legal advice, help us navigate this situation."

Carol Dallon's name was familiar to Taylor. She was a family friend and a formidable lawyer, known for her commitment to justice. "I'd appreciate that, Dad."

He reached across the table, resting his hand on hers. "I promise you, Taylor, you won't have to return to Winslow. We'll figure this out, and if homeschooling is what you want, I'll make sure it happens."

A swell of gratitude filled Taylor's heart. Her dad's unwavering support was a lifeline amidst the chaos. "Thank you, Dad."

After their conversation, Taylor returned to her room, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. She sat at her desk, her fingers tapping lightly against the holographic menu of the Nexus Interface. Her determination was unshaken, her resolve fortified by the promise of change and the support of her father.

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Jinx's room had transformed into a realm of possibilities, filled with holographic projections, icons, and gestures that responded to her touch. She marveled at the visual symphony before her, her fingers itching with curiosity. With a determined spark in her eyes, she reached out and selected the library icon, eager to delve deeper into her newfound abilities.

As the holographic interface enveloped her senses, Jinx's understanding expanded. She discovered a new icon nestled among the familiar ones, a shimmering representation of the Living Bridge ability. With a sense of anticipation, she tapped the icon, her mind craving knowledge.

Living Bridge: Ability Description: Manipulate micro-organisms to create bridges that span gaps and connect surfaces. Bridge's structure can be flexible, sturdy, or camouflaged, adapting to terrains and supporting weight. The bridge leads to your hidden chamber's space. Change the end-point of the bridge by concentrating on the desired location.

The details unfolded in her mind, unveiling the full scope of her power. She imagined the countless scenarios in which the Living Bridge could be wielded, from crossing treacherous terrain to confounding her enemies. The concept of altering the end-point of the bridge fascinated her—the ability to change the destination with a mere thought was a testament to her evolving mastery.

With a determined smile, Jinx focused her thoughts on her chamber's hidden space, her mind a beacon guiding her dominion. The micro-organisms responded, weaving a bridge that spanned across her room. The bridge took form, sturdy and flexible, its surface responding to her intent. She took a few steps onto it, the sensation of walking on the bridge both surreal and empowering.

As her excitement simmered, a new pop-up notification appeared:

NEW ABILITY: Alohomora FROM Harry Potter

Intrigued, Jinx accessed the new icon, eager to understand her latest gift.

Alohomora: Origin: Harry Potter Ability Description: Manipulate locks and barriers with a gesture, unlocking doors and barriers.

A sense of wonder filled Jinx as she considered the applications of her new ability. With a simple gesture, she could unlock barriers that stood in her way, turning obstacles into opportunities. Testing her power, she pointed at a drawer in her room and performed the gesture. To her amazement, the drawer's lock clicked open, revealing its contents.

As she closed the drawer once more, a surge of determination coursed through her. The Nexus Interface had granted her the means to challenge injustice, to reshape her world in ways she had never imagined. With her dominion at her fingertips, she was ready to take her first steps on a path of empowerment and change.