(A Worm fanfic)
This fic is rated Mature for possible swearing and violence.
Table of Contents
Mutation
0.a (Prologue - This Post)
Luck
1.1 (This Post)
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Author Notes
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Mutation 0.a
Destination.
Agreement.
Trajectory.
Agreement.
Each sentence a word, each word with a multitude of nuances the entities converse; each signal saying more than their prey could ever hope to say.
They settle on a target, filled with tension and nearing agitation. They had long learned their lesson.
Analysis.
Agreement.
The entities observe the planet and its inhabitants, before settling on the new hosts: bipeds living in societies, capable of waging conflict on a large scale. Millions of realities stack against each other in the space of the planet, finding the perfect is delicate work. But it is needed.
The cycle must go on, and anything short of perfection is a risk better not taken.
As the Thinker analyzes amongst its many shards, fantasizing about how much it could learn, how much it could do in the future, the Warrior surveys the location.
Danger.
Discord.
The Thinker assures it they stand in dimensions not understood by their hosts to be; the hosts pose no threat but the Warrior is still uneasy. It knows not to doubt the Thinker and return its gaze to the planet.
An arrival interrupts the process.
A pair of their own species, as massive as they were but different. Took different paths to get here, acquired different shards. The Warrior tenses and prepares for the worse; the Thinker attempts diplomacy.
Union.
The Thinker says to the pair, lost in how much the four of them could do if they acted together. The wondrous future they could bring to themselves, perhaps even return to a static life, the possibilities were endless.
Discord.
That was the sole answer the Brawler gave before starting its assault. The Warrior jumped to protect the Thinker and counter him but it wasn’t perfect. It took damage and threw him off his stride. The Warrior struggled before realizing that it couldn’t beat the Brawler and live.
The Philosopher wasn’t a threat; the cycle must go on.
Sacrifice.
It signaled to the Thinker before his last effort. The two entities exploded in a cloud of shards, no longer animate; the shards started to be pulled by the planet, no longer bound by the entities’ cores.
Sensing its demise without its Warrior and without the shards it meant, the Thinker followed what its shard said was the only path to survival.
Union.
It asked, uneasily. There was much at stake but this was the only way it could be done.
Agreement.
FUSION
MUTATION
The Thinker and the Philosopher united, their newfound mass pulling the shards toward themselves. Becoming a new entity, they discussed what to do as they reformed.
Each thought happening at unfathomable speeds, each filled with a thousand queries and were promptly answered by a thousand solutions.
The new form burned too much energy to be sustainable, they divided.
FISSION
MUTATION
They set their eyes upon the Earths and found the perfect target.
∞∞∞
May 20th, 1982
An ocean liner crossed from Plymouth to Boston, when a passenger saw them.
The two figures looked like something a sculptor would make to capture the image of femininity, or perhaps to personify night and day.
One was radiant in white as chalk skin with long hair coiled around her, covering her naked form, keeping her chastity, not that the scene could be misconstrued as anything sexual. She was far too perfect and serene on the high skies to be perceived as anything but a virginal force of nature. Her hair pulsed in a thousand bright colors as she smiled warmly towards land.
Her companion, was a woman identical in features if only with colors reversed. Whereas the former radiated in her white skin this one drew light toward her. Her hair was cropped short and her form was covered by dark rainclouds, with the occasional lightning being absorbed by her skin. She sternly looked upon the land.
When the reporters came, they answered only one question. They were called Eden and Hades.
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Luck 1.1
This fic is rated Mature for possible swearing and violence.
Table of Contents
Mutation
0.a (Prologue - This Post)
Luck
1.1 (This Post)
--
Author Notes
I don't own Worm, Wildbow does.
So this is actually my first long serialized piece so I'd really appreciate if you guys gave me any and all pointers you think would help c:
Sorry if my update seems rather short compared to some other works - like Canon, Copacetic, Dominion, etc. - but I'm trying to do this in the pace I think I can do less worse for now?
Hopefully it'll pick up in the future as I gain more experience.
Sorry for any inconveniences, thanks you all for reading so far!
To clear things up, for the moment all 5 of the character options are on the same Earth, even if they weren't originally supposed to be there.
So this is actually my first long serialized piece so I'd really appreciate if you guys gave me any and all pointers you think would help c:
Sorry if my update seems rather short compared to some other works - like Canon, Copacetic, Dominion, etc. - but I'm trying to do this in the pace I think I can do less worse for now?
Hopefully it'll pick up in the future as I gain more experience.
Sorry for any inconveniences, thanks you all for reading so far!
To clear things up, for the moment all 5 of the character options are on the same Earth, even if they weren't originally supposed to be there.
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Mutation 0.a
Destination.
Agreement.
Trajectory.
Agreement.
Each sentence a word, each word with a multitude of nuances the entities converse; each signal saying more than their prey could ever hope to say.
They settle on a target, filled with tension and nearing agitation. They had long learned their lesson.
Analysis.
Agreement.
The entities observe the planet and its inhabitants, before settling on the new hosts: bipeds living in societies, capable of waging conflict on a large scale. Millions of realities stack against each other in the space of the planet, finding the perfect is delicate work. But it is needed.
The cycle must go on, and anything short of perfection is a risk better not taken.
As the Thinker analyzes amongst its many shards, fantasizing about how much it could learn, how much it could do in the future, the Warrior surveys the location.
Danger.
Discord.
The Thinker assures it they stand in dimensions not understood by their hosts to be; the hosts pose no threat but the Warrior is still uneasy. It knows not to doubt the Thinker and return its gaze to the planet.
An arrival interrupts the process.
A pair of their own species, as massive as they were but different. Took different paths to get here, acquired different shards. The Warrior tenses and prepares for the worse; the Thinker attempts diplomacy.
Union.
The Thinker says to the pair, lost in how much the four of them could do if they acted together. The wondrous future they could bring to themselves, perhaps even return to a static life, the possibilities were endless.
Discord.
That was the sole answer the Brawler gave before starting its assault. The Warrior jumped to protect the Thinker and counter him but it wasn’t perfect. It took damage and threw him off his stride. The Warrior struggled before realizing that it couldn’t beat the Brawler and live.
The Philosopher wasn’t a threat; the cycle must go on.
Sacrifice.
It signaled to the Thinker before his last effort. The two entities exploded in a cloud of shards, no longer animate; the shards started to be pulled by the planet, no longer bound by the entities’ cores.
Sensing its demise without its Warrior and without the shards it meant, the Thinker followed what its shard said was the only path to survival.
Union.
It asked, uneasily. There was much at stake but this was the only way it could be done.
Agreement.
FUSION
MUTATION
The Thinker and the Philosopher united, their newfound mass pulling the shards toward themselves. Becoming a new entity, they discussed what to do as they reformed.
Each thought happening at unfathomable speeds, each filled with a thousand queries and were promptly answered by a thousand solutions.
The new form burned too much energy to be sustainable, they divided.
FISSION
MUTATION
They set their eyes upon the Earths and found the perfect target.
∞∞∞
May 20th, 1982
An ocean liner crossed from Plymouth to Boston, when a passenger saw them.
The two figures looked like something a sculptor would make to capture the image of femininity, or perhaps to personify night and day.
One was radiant in white as chalk skin with long hair coiled around her, covering her naked form, keeping her chastity, not that the scene could be misconstrued as anything sexual. She was far too perfect and serene on the high skies to be perceived as anything but a virginal force of nature. Her hair pulsed in a thousand bright colors as she smiled warmly towards land.
Her companion, was a woman identical in features if only with colors reversed. Whereas the former radiated in her white skin this one drew light toward her. Her hair was cropped short and her form was covered by dark rainclouds, with the occasional lightning being absorbed by her skin. She sternly looked upon the land.
When the reporters came, they answered only one question. They were called Eden and Hades.
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Luck 1.1
August 20th, 1988
“Your first class should be on Room 136; just read the schedule for your other classes” said the lady from the “Registry Office” in a rather tired tone; I could tell that if these were better times she’d be much more attentive. But then again, if these were better times I wouldn’t be here either.
With a small smile and a quick thank you, I walked away from the crowded gym towards the classes hoping this would be a manageable situation. My goal was to make at least one friend and to not leave at least until lunch.
Simple goals that can be achievable, I chanted inwardly as I approached the classroom. With a deep breath I entered it.
Only to find not a single friendly person within the class; a hard feat to achieve considering just how many people were there; the room was a mess of people in a cacophony of the overlapping voices. It was obvious the cliques were already made and trying to force my way into any would be near impossible.
With a sigh I found a seat as I waited for the teacher to arrive; with every second passing I started to regret not skipping class more and more.
“Hey,” said a surprisingly deep voice near me.
A quick look revealed the owner to be a scruffy looking boy; I wasn’t really in the mood for small talk but at least he was trying.
“Hi, I’m Fortuna.”
“I’m John.” He said, still smiling. Oddly enough, it seemed sincere even if a bit off-putting.
The teacher arrived before we could continue to talk.
∞∞∞
Not a second too soon lunchtime came, although surprisingly enough lunch didn’t come with it. We were all to meet at the gym for a special lecture, and at this point in time I couldn’t really care less about it – it was probably just another veiled attempt at drafting – but John seemed to be pretty excited about it – but then again, he just had that excitable vibe around him. I still had a lingering suspicion he just hoped one of the heroes would be there.
Getting a seat was hard but feasible; a lot of people signed up for classes but most only did to get the governmental bonus, times were scarce and people were prioritizing working over studying. In the middle of the podium we could see who I assumed was the principal and a few of the teachers talking with a stern man in a nice suit.
“Anyhow,” John said, drawing my attention “like I was saying, I still think Lady Liberty is the best of the Freedom Fighters.”
“I’ve already told you Shot Star is the best” I chided lightly, apparently John could be really stubborn and blind to the truth when he wanted “Lady Liberty is just strong”
“She’s not just strong, she’s a walking tank.”
I started to formulate an answer when I noticed it was getting colder.
It couldn’t be, I prayed to God and every saint I could think that it wasn’t the case.
I started to cry when I felt the first snowflake on my skin.
“Your first class should be on Room 136; just read the schedule for your other classes” said the lady from the “Registry Office” in a rather tired tone; I could tell that if these were better times she’d be much more attentive. But then again, if these were better times I wouldn’t be here either.
With a small smile and a quick thank you, I walked away from the crowded gym towards the classes hoping this would be a manageable situation. My goal was to make at least one friend and to not leave at least until lunch.
Simple goals that can be achievable, I chanted inwardly as I approached the classroom. With a deep breath I entered it.
Only to find not a single friendly person within the class; a hard feat to achieve considering just how many people were there; the room was a mess of people in a cacophony of the overlapping voices. It was obvious the cliques were already made and trying to force my way into any would be near impossible.
With a sigh I found a seat as I waited for the teacher to arrive; with every second passing I started to regret not skipping class more and more.
“Hey,” said a surprisingly deep voice near me.
A quick look revealed the owner to be a scruffy looking boy; I wasn’t really in the mood for small talk but at least he was trying.
“Hi, I’m Fortuna.”
“I’m John.” He said, still smiling. Oddly enough, it seemed sincere even if a bit off-putting.
The teacher arrived before we could continue to talk.
∞∞∞
Not a second too soon lunchtime came, although surprisingly enough lunch didn’t come with it. We were all to meet at the gym for a special lecture, and at this point in time I couldn’t really care less about it – it was probably just another veiled attempt at drafting – but John seemed to be pretty excited about it – but then again, he just had that excitable vibe around him. I still had a lingering suspicion he just hoped one of the heroes would be there.
Getting a seat was hard but feasible; a lot of people signed up for classes but most only did to get the governmental bonus, times were scarce and people were prioritizing working over studying. In the middle of the podium we could see who I assumed was the principal and a few of the teachers talking with a stern man in a nice suit.
“Anyhow,” John said, drawing my attention “like I was saying, I still think Lady Liberty is the best of the Freedom Fighters.”
“I’ve already told you Shot Star is the best” I chided lightly, apparently John could be really stubborn and blind to the truth when he wanted “Lady Liberty is just strong”
“She’s not just strong, she’s a walking tank.”
I started to formulate an answer when I noticed it was getting colder.
It couldn’t be, I prayed to God and every saint I could think that it wasn’t the case.
I started to cry when I felt the first snowflake on my skin.