Chapter 16
A/N – So trying to write a gamer Fanfiction went nowhere. Not because I lost inspiration, no no. It's because my fucking brain wanders too much, and now I have ten outlines for six different Kamen Rider related Gamer Type Fanfics and four Gamer Fanfics of a different manner. And then my mind remembered Inkheart was a thing, and my interest in Worm went "Wasn't Taylor's mother an English professor or something?" Which led me to having Taylor be a Silvertongue, and this oneshot. I say oneshot, but my dumbass brain already has ideas of writing out a Inkheart Fanfiction that will be buried under the piles of outlines and plot ideas that burrow deeper into the depths of my mind.
Made this a oneshot to try and get it out faster than all the other bullshit in my head, and don't expect it to be good because I just wrote this thing to get it out of my head. If it feels rushed at the end, that's because it is. My head ran out of ideas and was struggling to finish writing it out. Not meant to be a serious chapter, just meant to get ideas out. Why are you still reading this? Go down there. Read the short story. Or not.
Disclaimer: This is a useless disclaimer and you are reading a Fanfiction. Of course I don't own shit other than my characters and my imagination. This is also a gamer fanfic with a bunch of crossovers thrown in just because I wanted to mess around.
Chapter 16: Silvertongued Worm
Story start.
"Path to Finding a Powerful Asset" spoke a young woman to herself in a mirror, as dozens of results appeared in her mind. Yet, her mind arched and latched onto one probability. One very promising outcome, involving a mother on the phone, and her daughter who was talking to her. And dozens of books she would need to acquire from Earth Aleph. Why yes, this was a most promising, and seemingly the best way to defeat Zion. It would require the death of the mother, who would not use her power to save this world out of fear, and the manipulation of the daughter, who inherited the gift and would be much easier to utilize. Oh how grand of a path this was.
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It had been a week since the funeral. Her father was still silent, cold, sad, uncaring of what went on around him. She was still sad too. It was her fault that her mother got into that car accident. If only she wasn't on the phone with her at that time. But. That is the past. And nothing she can do to fix that now, but still she wishes she could. She wished that something or someone would come and help her and her father through this, like a real hero. But, real heroes were busy fighting the very real villains.
And so, Young Taylor Hebert sat in her bed, hugging a large book tight to her chest. Not just any book either, but one her mother had bought for her before the accident. That little thing, had made it all the more important to her, as the last gift her mother gave to her. She sat there, silent and quiet as she heard her father pass by her doorway to his own room, closing the door behind him. She sighed with sadness as she looked down at the book in her hands.
It seemed he wasn't going to read her a bedtime story tonight either. It was customary for her father and mother to sit in her room and read her to sleep. She and her mother loved to read, and her father truly enjoyed making various voices for the storybook characters. Mostly it was her father who read to her, while her mother held her close or sat on the bed beside her. She never understood why, but it was nice.
Now, with her mother gone, it seemed like everything that once gave their family joy, had simply gone up and vanished. Taylor still loved to read, but her mother always warned her not to read stories aloud near other people. She never told her why, when her father could read perfectly fine aloud. But now, with nobody to read her to sleep, Taylor felt it was now up to her to read a bedtime story.
And so, with her bedside lamp on, and her two goldfish still swimming in their fishbowl next to it, Taylor opened her book, and read aloud to herself in quiet whispers.
"The Trouble with Tink. Chapter 1. ONE SUNNY BREEZY afternoon in Pixie Hollow, Tinker Bell sat in her workshop, frowning at a copper pot".
As she read aloud, she could feel as though the book was whispering her words back at her. Like she could hear the voices of the characters as she read their lines aloud. She felt like she could hear her mother's voice, her father's, as she read to herself and her goldfish.
""I must finish Violet's pot before dinner," Tink told Terence. "Thank you for telling me about the game.""
It was then that Taylor felt a shift around her. Something seemed to flicker in her vision, the whispers in her head growing louder, as the light around her seemed to flutter and chime. She hid in her blanket as the voices seemed to grow, the world around her feeling changed. Then, she heard it. The sound of chiming bells from her bedside desk, and a female shadow cast against her wall, with a pair of fluttery transparent wings behind it.
"It can't be" Taylor whispered as she looked over the covers of her blanket towards the lamp. Standing on the wood of her bedside table, next to an large fish bowl with a single fish, was a small blonde haired girl, wearing a short green dress and a pair beautiful glittering wings alight on her back as she hovered in front of the lamp, looking at her surroundings. A Fairy. "Are you Tinker Bell?"
The fairy turned to the small girl in surprise, before flying off towards a pile of clothes.
"Wait! I won't hurt you" Taylor whispered, pulling the blanket down as she watched the trail of glittering pixie dust soar across her room. "I just want to know where you came from".
The sound of chiming bells came in response, as a small head peaked up from behind a shirt. Slowly, Tinker Bell moved out from behind the clothes, before flying over to the young girl.
"Fairies are real!" Taylor exclaimed loudly, before clamping her mouth shut. She listened for a moment, but didn't hear any movement from her father's room. The chiming of bells returned her attention to the little fairy standing on her bed, who was looking down in interest at the cover of her book. "Do you like it? It's a book about you, and your friends at Pixie Hollow".
Tinker Bell looked up at the young girl with shock on her face, before looking back down at the book, which had a painting of her in her workshop on the cover. The chiming of her voice did little to get Taylor to understand her, though it seemed the fairy understood Taylor perfectly fine. Taylor began to tell the little fairy about how sad she was, how sad her father was, and that she missed her mommy a lot. The fairy sat on her bed, patting her knee as the little girl cried in her bed. Soon, Taylor began to feel better about herself as she opened up to the little fairy. As they continued to talk to each other, Taylor remembered her mothers words. To never read aloud in the presence of others.
"Tinker Bell, I think I read you out of the book" Taylor whispered, looking down at the little fairy who was tinkering with a broken toy while listening to her. The fairy looked up to her, interested in the potential to see if the little girl whose room she found herself in really did read her out of a story. "Let me try with another book".
Taylor slipped out of bed, walking over to her bookshelf as quietly as she could. Reaching up, she tried to reach for another book, with a picture of a hero on top of it, but it was too high up on the shelf. Tinker Bell hovered next to her head encouraging her to do her best when suddenly, they heard the sound of fluttering paper behind them. Turning around, they saw nothing different at first. The lamp was still on. The goldfish was still swimming around, though Taylor wondered where the second one went. Looking on her bed, she saw a different kind of book, and a note on the top written in a familiar scrawl. Next to her bed was a box filled with comics of sorts, with various colorful heroes adorning their covers. But what was important to Taylor, was the note.
"Mommy?" she said as she looked at the familiar handwriting. It asked her to read a certain page aloud, and that she loved her and always would love her. It said reading it would get someone who could help her with her sadness. Someone who could save the world. Looking at the book below the note, she read the title, which was bright colors like a sunset against a black background.
"Superman. Under a Yellow Sun. A Novel by Clark Kent." She read from the cover, before turning the pages to the one written on the note. As she flipped the pages, she noticed that it was a comic book of some kind, about a hero named Superman and a man named Clark Kent. She could hear the book whispering its words to her as she flipped the pages, intrigued at a hero from a book she knew nothing about. Eventually, she reached the page from the note, and began to read aloud, Tinkerbell sitting beside her on the bed. "Your persistent interference in LexCorp Business ends now Superman. This is the Conner-9000, Two generations beyond the obsolete models we supplied the Griffins. Make no Mistake, this will end you". The whispers grew louder, and the world seemed to flicker and dim around her as she read. Tinkerbell looked around in awe as she felt the magic in the very air, coming from the words spoken by such a young girl. She could smell the garbage from the panels, the scent of the sea, the sound and smell of burning flames from the weapon being fired.
"That claim's been made before. I hope you kept the receipt".
With those words, the world seemed to shift around her, and a goldfish disappeared. An in its place, standing at the foot of her bed, was a tall, muscular man in red and blue, with a red cape on his back and a large S in red and yellow emblazoned on his chest for the world to see.
"I do have a superpower!" She exclaimed, catching the attention of the confused hero. "A real superhero in my room!"
"Excuse me young miss, but what exactly worked?" He spoke, his voice sounding just like the whispers in the book. "Where am I? How did I get here?"
"I read you out of this book!" Taylor exclaimed in excitement. "My mommy said the hero in this book could help me, and that he can save the world. Oh! My name is Taylor!
"She did huh?" Superman spoke, looking down at a novel he had yet to write, with pictures of him capturing the lexcorp employee. "Could I talk to your mommy Taylor?"
The moment he spoke those words, he saw the look of sadness come across her face, and knew he said the wrong words. He was a bit more surprised when the fairy he assumed was a doll flew into his face and began to angrily chime at him with a very red face.
"My mommy died a while ago. It's just me and my daddy now" Taylor said sadly, "but this note and book appeared on my bed after I read Tinker Bell out of her book, and it's written like my mommy's handwriting".
Superman hugged the young girl close, trying to comfort her for her loss.
"I'm sorry for what happened Taylor, but now that I'm here I will do what I can to help make your life better, once I figure out what exactly is going on" he spoke, before the sounds of an explosion in the distance caught his attention. Taylor and Superman looked towards the window, seeing a large fire out in the distance.
"You're a superhero right?" Taylor asked, looking at Superman closely. "Could you save our city from the villains?"
Another explosion rocketed in the distance, followed by pillars of flame and a loud roar.
"Of course Taylor, and I will be right back to help you figure out what is going on, and how you read me out of this book. But first, this looks like a job for Superman" he said, before opening the window and flying off towards the flames.
"Wow! A Real Superhero from a comic book was in my room!" She whispered, watching as the symbol of Truth and Justice flew off into the distance. "Maybe if I read out more heroes, our city will be happier Tinker Bell".
The fairy chimed in response as the duo turned to the box on the floor. And together, they began to read, unknowing that many animals, people, and bugs around them began to disappear, as dozens of comic book superheroes began to fill the streets of Brockton Bay, heading off to save the day.
In the coming months, the Empire 88 would find itself disbanded by Captain America and the Avengers. The Teeth would be taken down by the teamwork of Spider-Man and the X-Men. Even the ABB would find themselves disbanded, as Superman, The Comic Book Superhero, took down their leader as the Justice League disbanded their assets. Many would be confused, and some excited, that their once fictional heroes were suddenly very real. The heroes that existed were wary, wondering where these projections came from at first, and if they would turn on them. The comic heroes themselves worried about their own lives in return, as it seemed that everyone knew their secret identities due to the comic books about their lives.
It wasn't until the fictional heroes took out the Endbringers, that everyone celebrated. The world would find itself in a golden age of heroes, and together they would save the world from the clutches of an evil, childlike alien, convincing him that doing good was far better than doing bad. All because of a young girl who lost her mother, and the manipulations of a woman in a fedora, masquerading as her mother in the shadows to read out heroes to save this world from the dangers it faced. Eventually, the heroes would find Cauldron, but by then, Contessa had adopted the little girl with the silver tongue after her father disappeared, raising her to be the hero this world needed, by bringing the heroes it deserved into reality, no longer requiring the shadowy deals and villainous acts. She was content, to keep her daughter safe, and her daughter was content with the good she had brought. All in all, a happy ending, for a world so terrible.
The End
A/N – There we go. Slightly rushed at the end, but I just wanted to get this out of my head so I can try to focus on other things. Like other ideas like this that are festering and broiling in my insanity. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, even though it's probably shit. Probably going to be posting more chapters from random ideas in the following days.
