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VagabondI trust you know where the happy button is?
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Chapter 1
-VB-
Thank f-. No, thank you, God because somehow, I am in a fictional universe relatable to modern Earth and got transported with my truck and half of my stuff.
I knew where I was because I recognized the yellow and black crown logo as well as the name of the Medhall Corporation, an imaginary pharmaceutical corporation headed by a Neo-Nazi.
Oh God, why? Why did I have to get dropped into a world and into a city quarter-filled with racist fascists?
I was about to cry on the wheel when my entire head buzzed in pain and pleasure at the same time as something alerted itself to me.
It … was a mental instruction booklet on how to manage my superpower.
What?
I winced again as something welled up within my mind and opted into existence.
Nonchalant 1.
… oh. So that's what my power was; I received a random power at arbitrarily set times. The very first power I got helped me ignore the world.
It wasn't a great power at all.
I winced again as another power dropped in.
Horrify 1.
I did not expect to get another power so soon, but then again, the instruction booklet did state on page 2 (it had pages?) that I would get random powers at random intervals and that I could combine or sacrifice these individual powers for combined or an upgraded version, respectively.
Hmm.
Horrify allowed me to alter a bit of myself to become horrifying. A Changer power, then.
I didn't need Chalant. [Sacrifice].
It disappeared from my mind with a whoosh, and I focused back onto Horrify. I felt a "charge" to use for upgrading, and saw how I could upgrade Horrify. I could expand its execution method or make it stronger.
The booklet… 'for a power to get stronger, it must be a charge created from the same or higher rank power's sacrifice.'
So if I upgraded the power of Horrify, then I would need to wait for two more powers - one to sacrifice and another to be upgraded again before sacrifice - before I could upgrade it again.
I chose to expand the power's utility.
… oh, I can now induce higher than normal stress levels in a single target.
Interesting…
'I should also stop being awed by my power and start figuring out how I am going to survive in this grimdark deathworld.'
Yes, brain. I very much should. But have you seen this-?
'Shut up and find us a motel.'
-VB-
I found a motel quickly enough in Downtown.
Now, why did I choose Downtown? It was because it was safe and I was weak. The motel I found was expensive, yes, but it was also within an arm's reach of the PRT ENE headquarters.
If my circumstance fell to the point of needing some significant help, then I could quickly ask for it to the PRT and would be able to get it because I would survive getting there, probably.
So. What can I do with [Horrify] right now?
Nothing much. As it was, I could make someone stressed for no reason and become a caricature of a horrifying being. The latter limited me to very "human" changes.
Like temporarily taking on the form of Adolf Hitler.
Then I blinked as inspiration came to me.
Adolf Hitler in his full furred regalia was a horror to me because I saw the result of his actions as horrifying, but it wouldn't be to the Neo-Nazis that lived in Brockton Bay. What would be horrifying to those racists, however…
-VB-
"There was a naked Adolf Hitler riding a bicycle while shouting Mein -beep-. You have to believe me!"
Max Anders, otherwise known as Kaiser in his cape persona, stared at the TV while his white knuckles fist gripped the remote control tightly.
"Seriously, that guy had a fucking tiny -beep-, too!" the man being interviewed anonymously (Pixelmator face and altered voice) said animatedly, pointing to the street where the now infamous event had taken place. "But he could kick some mean ass. I mean, with a beer belly like that, he spun like a ballerina and dodged swinging bats so easily."
The remote control creaked one final time before it snapped in half.
"What was it like to have the front row view of that?" the reporter asked.
"... it was a real 'what the fuck' moment, especially when he was spinning and his -beeepp- was also -beeep- and -beeep-ing. And then he started licking their ears and eyeballs and…." The man shuddered at the end. "It was a show I never needed to see. I'm going to have nightmares about a naked, beer-bellied, and hairy Hitler sweet talking to me like he did them. And touching me. I never wanted to see that, man."
The censors only made it worse. It made a mockery of the Empire Eighty-Eight.
Max pulled out his phone from his pocket with maximum discipline and made a call.
"Krieg. I want a bounty out for the impersonator of the fuhrer." Max didn't care that the Stranger/Changer impersonated the furred, only that it had been a deliberate attack on him and the Empire. "Half a million dollar for his head with proof."
An obviously angered German replied and cut the call. Max let it slide. Krieg had to be angrier than he was.
-VB-
Parahuman Response Team East-North-East branch Director Emily Piggot stared at the lecherously lip-licking and blushing Adolf Hitler's face right before he descended upon painfully writhing E88 gangsters' ears and eyeballs.
Across the table, Assault, despite numerous embarrassed prods and calls from Battery, laughed uproariously on the floor where he'd fallen to from his chair.
Aegis looked disgusted, Armsmaster looked confused, Battery was embarrassed, Triumph looked traumatized, Miss Militia blanked out, Dauntless looked like he was about to join Assault, Velocity gawked stupidly, and Deputy Director John Renick groaned.
"The Empire is going to be on a rampage soon, if they haven't started already, and you lot are laughing?"
Assault couldn't be stopped but Dauntless quickly recovered. "Sorry, ma'am," the former officer apologized.
Emily leveled a glare at Assault but moved on. The man would surely get his punishment from Battery for embarrassing her. "I want double patrol and for all of you to come down hard on any E88 activity you encounter. Call for backup if you must. Wards are not allowed to patrol on their own. Understood?"
The room choruses out. "Yea, ma'am!"
Except for Assault. He was still laughing.
-VB-
I threw up after I snuck back into my motel room.
What I did had been exhilarating and disgusting in equal measure, and borne a deep-seated self-loathing at my own actions.
However, whatever I did must have fulfilled some kind of arbitrary requirement because I received two more powers, one during the locking and one while I made my escape after dropping the Changer form.
Flood 1 and Coach 1 both became sacrifices, and I added Master and Tinker expansions to Horrify 1.
I stood up and away from the toilet, and flushed it. I then made my way to the bed and fell down on it, back first.
So far Horrify 1 had four subsections: Blaster, Changer, Master, and Tinker.
Master part allowed me to summon a horrifying monster that was barely inhuman in both power and form. Tinker part imparted rudimentary knowledge on how to create weapons and devices specifically made to inflict horrifying and debilitating damages like a rusty and shit-smeared blade meant to shatter upon striking flesh to maximize shrapnel damage and infection chance.
Okay, I should go to sleep now-.
I blinked as another power settled onto my mindscape. Explicit 1, huh?
I sacrificed it immediately and, instead of expanding Horrify 1, upgraded it to Horrify 2.
I bolted up from the bed as it grew and became a much more menacing monolith.
The Master aspect that created a monster? The monster was now barely superhuman. The Tinker aspect allowed me to make fast-acting but short-lived bubonic plague from the edge of a blade instead of just imparting whatever disease regular shit might have.
This…
This had potential.
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VagabondI trust you know where the happy button is?
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Chapter 2
-VB-
When I woke up the next day, I noticed a new power in my mindscape and then showered. It was only after I showered, ate breakfast at McDonald's across the street, and came back to the relative safety in anonymity of my motel room that I finally took a look at it.
Economy 1. It let me know how the current economy was operating and why, like an amateur economist without detailed reports from other parts of the nation would summarize. In essence, it was a useless power to me.
I sacrificed it and nodded in acknowledgement at the Weak Charge now stored within me.
But before I did anything else, another power popped into existence within my mind and splashed its existence onto my mindscape.
Splashed because it was Ferry 1. It let me make a tiny rowboat projection that I had to row.
Snorting, I upgraded it to Ferry 2 with the Weak Charge, and then sacrificed it to upgrade Horrify 2 into Horrify 3.
I grinned as all aspects of my power became clearly superhuman. It would also obey me. I knew this for a fact.
If I really wanted to, then I could make a decent imitation of SCP 173, though it wouldn't be as quick, durable, and disgusting as the original. He'll, a Weeping Angel was also something I could make.
Actually, why don't I do just that?
I left the motel and came to an alley. Once I checked there was no window and no one else around us, I made it.
A pale peach statue stood before me, and it was truly a Weeping Angel in front of me. I couldn't sense anything through it. I knew it would be the perfect distraction.
"Go and make the gangsters and villains shit their pants."
And it was gone when I blinked.
-VB-
Jacob stared at the statue of a winged angel with its face covered by its hands.
It stood in the doorway.
"Guys…" he called out without taking his eyes off of the statue that hadn't been there just a few moments ago. "Who ordered a goth statue?"
"What?"
"Who is pranking me right now?!" he asked as he turned around to walk up the stairs.
Grr.
He whirled around at the sound of grinding stone and shrieked.
The statue had moved and stood right behind him.
"Guys, guys, guys! There's a fucking cape! The fucking statue is moving!" he screamed as he backpedaled up the stairs without looking away.
He blinked and it was gone.
He sat at the top of the stairs, continuing to look down… and noticed at the corner made by the first-floor ceiling and the staircase a grey shape.
Daniel was down there.
"Daniel, wake the fuck up!" he shouted. "There's a fucking cape in the house!"
"What?!" Adrian, who had been fucking the drugged-up Winslow girl, shouted as he ran out from the second-floor room. Only half dressed and holding a pistol, he looked at Jacob before rushing downstairs.
Crack.
The grey wing that had been picking out was no longer there, and Adrian was at the bottom of the steps, staring at something in horror.
"Fucking-!" he shouted before he began shooting.
The gunfire flashes briefly blinded Jacob even though he was upstairs, and he blinked while flinching from the deafening crack of the gunfire.
Crack.
And then there was a very different kind of crack.
"NO NO NO NO-!" he shrieked when he saw the angel statue in front of where Adrian used to be.
He blinked as he stood up hurriedly.
And it had turned to face him. Its hands no longer covered the face and it grinned up at him with wide eyes and jagged teeth.
He ran for it.
Grrrrrrrr!
He looked and saw the angel at the top of the stairs, arms reaching towards him.
He opened a door and rushed in, and locked everything.
BAM!
"Ahhh!" he screamed.
The steel door somehow held.
He looked around. This was … oh no.
It was a panic room. There was no way out.
But no way in once the locks were engaged.
He breathed out a sigh of reli-.
BAM!
He jolted and saw the door, and felt his heart drop when he saw the dent.
A huge dent.
BAM!
It got bigger.
There was nothing in this room aside from drugs, money, and … and a phone. His phone.
He quickly opened it and started recording. There was no use calling for help. He was going to fucking die, but he knew a secret.
He pressed record.
"It's an angel. It's a fucking stone statue," he spoke up hoarsely and flinched when the angel slammed into the door again. "It can't move when you're looking at it, but it's fast! It climbed a staircase of Thirty steps in a single second! It can't move while you're looking at it but you can't hurt it! Guns don't work!"
BAM!
"If you see it, then don't blink. Blink and you're dead!"
CRACK.
There was a gap in the door.
And the angel stood on the other side of it, hands on the jagged edges of the broken steel door.
Jacob whimpered as something snapped inside him. Things he didn't know spilled out as if it was from him. He kept his eyes wide open. Tears streamed down and pain wrecked at his eyeballs.
The eyes of the angel.
It could feel it trying to reach into him. Into his mind.
"Don't… don't look at its eyes."
The light above him began to flicker for no reason.
No, there was a reason.
The malevolent angel smiled.
Between one blink of the light and the next, it entered the room.
"God, Jesus, I'm sorry! I repent! I repent! I repent!" he sobbed as he backed up against the wall. "Someone save m-!"
Crack.
Thud.
...
Sergeant Henry stared at the phone, perturbed.
He and his partner Sandt had come to the scene after calls about gunshots had been registered by the BBPD.
"Has anyone seen an angel statue?" he yelled.
"I did," Officer Sandy said from the first floor. "It is out in the -. Hey, where did it go?"
Henry shuddered.
"Are you sure you saw one?" he asked imploringly.
Sandy must have heard it.
"Yeah, why?"
"It might have been a cape. A sick bastard."
Grrr….
He whirled around, gun drawn.
He felt his heart leap into his throat.
On the second floor patio was a stone angel statue with its face covered by its hands.
It hadn't been there just a second ago.
"Sandy! There is a cape! Call the PRT!" he shouted. "Get out of here and if you see a fucking stone angel statue! Keep it in your sight at all times and do not blink!"
He didn't stare at its eyes. The recording said not to. He kept his eyes on its feet and trained his useless gun at it.
He …. He wanted to blink. God, his eyes watered and hurt!
He backed away slowly.
"I called them!" Sandy shouted as she ran up the stairs, the idiot! "What the fuck-?"
"Don't blink! Don't look at its eyes!"
Sandy hurriedly did so, trusting him.
But then they blinked.
The angel was gone.
They hurriedly snapped their eyes from side to side, trying to find it in this second-story corridor.
Nothing.
Henry dropped to his ass and let out a shaky breath. "Fuck…!" he hissed.
"H-hey, Henry. How'd you know?"
He tossed her the dead gangster's phone.
…
"- repent! Somebody save m-!" Crack. Thud.
Armsmaster pressed stop.
"This is the only audio and video evidence of the event."
"A Changer and now this stone statue," Piggot grunted. "I don't believe in coincidences."
"Do you believe it to be the same cape?" Miss Militia asked.
"No evidence for it," Armsmaster hummed. "But possible."
"Put out an arrest warrant. There were four deaths in that drug house, and there will be no more dead if I can help it," Piggot huffed.
Before the meeting adjourned normally, Triumph raised his hand.
"Yes, Triumph?"
"The Seventh Street Cemetery … has a lot of stone angel statues," he muttered with a pale face.
Fuck.
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VagabondI trust you know where the happy button is?
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Chapter 3
-VB-
I was at the motel room, tinkering with a few small cans of paint, a rusty spoon, and a face mask when another round of powers rammed into me.
Ministry 1 and Fragment 1. Fragment was a Striker power that increased my blunt force damage against blunt things, and Ministry let me understand the needs of whomever was directly underneath me or whom I was speaking to.
Immediately, I decided that Fragment was useless and sacrificed it. With its charge, I expanded Ministry's effects. It now also granted my speech weight and trustworthiness…. Wait, this was now a Master power.
It wasn't what I wanted or needed. I sacrificed it for a tier 2 charge.
Grrr…
I blinked and looked up.
"Oh, you're back!" I smiled happily at my current projection. I knew that it wasn't really alive, merely a product of Horrify 3, but I already felt homesick and lonely. In this world where Doctor Who never restarted, this Weeping Angel remained a reminder of my home.
It also had blood on it.
"Did you kill a lot?"
I intentionally blinked rapidly, and saw the angel shake its head.
"Good, good. If you killed too many scum, then their top boss will come out and make a scene. We can't have that yet."
I stood up and stretched before looking back down at my first ever finished Tinkertech.
I grinned.
"Can you deliver this to the Ruby Casino? It should be in the Docks. That's north of here," I asked it - him, her? - while handing the device and closing my eyes.
Grrr…
When I opened my eyes, it was gone.
My eyes widened as two more powers turned up within my mindscape.
Confine 1 and Conventional 1.
I immediately burned Conventional to improve Confine 1 to Confine 2.
Confine 2 existed as a Shaker power, and created at a spot a small space loop. It was like a baby version of Vista's power.
I combined it with the tier 2 charge from earlier, and got Confine 3. This significantly increased the area to cover a small house.
It was still a weaker version of Vista's power, and her power was rated at like Shaker 8, so there was no way I could beat her at her own game for a long time and thus there was no point to it.
Instead, I sacrificed Confine 3 to make a tier 3 charge, and then immediately applied to Horrify 3.
Horrify 4 greeted me with a murderously cold and yet sticky obsession. It was a much more lively thing than the robotic thing from before. I wasn't sure if I liked or disliked that?
I'll settle with ambivalence for now.
Now, what were its expanded powers now?
'Tinkertech got buffed, I can transform into things like Shoggoth now (nice), paralyze people with fear, and create up to five projections.'
Horrify 4 quickly informed me the maximum cumulative quality its projections can take, and I basically understood it as not having enough projections to be stronger than … I wasn't sure what it was trying to show me, but it was a pretty strong thing. It also showed me that while I could summon copies of horrors I knew of (Shoggoths, Forgotten Ones, and etc), they would be weaker than the originals.
That was easy.
Of course, it wasn't creative and Brockton Bay would quickly get used to them, but I wasn't limited only to Weeping Angels.
With a flourish of my hand, a new projection came forth.
I grinned.
-VB-
Dean Stansfield stared at the stone gargoyle at the corner of his father's business headquarters.
He stared because the stone gargoyle had feelings. Its hunger radiated out in a angry hot aura.
And it knew he knew.
He remembered the debriefing again, one where Miss Militia stressed the need to be vigilant.
"...moving stone statute."
"...don't look at its eyes…"
"Don't blink! Blink and you're dead!"
Frozen in terror and unwilling to move a single inch, he stared at it because his life depended on it.
"Dean, what's wrong?" Vicky asked him while stopping.
He almost ignored her, but remembered that she was Victoria Dallon, otherwise known to the public and world as Glory Girl, a local superheroine cape. She was called the "next Alexandria" for a good reason. Not only that, she was the strongest Brute and one of the best fliers in Brockton Bay.
"A villain. Up there. The gargoyle on the left. It has feelings. It's hungry."
Her head snapped up.
"... Are you sure?" she asked him seriously before looking around. "You're not kidding me. I don't see any other statues."
"It'll disappear if no one is looking at it… at the debriefing, we've been told that it's already killed four people."
"Is it a cape-? Where did it go?"
His stomach dropped. He blinked and so did Vicky.
"Shit."
"I'm sorry, but I need to call this in," he apologized before pulling out the non-distinct PRT work phone, glancing around to make sure there were no eavesdroppers, and then made the call.
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Chapter 4
-VB-
Did my power give me more powers every morning? Because it certainly felt that way to me when I found two more powers upon waking up. Classy and Better. Better was a very broad word, and its current effect, Tinker, allowed me to convert an object into tinkertech that does the original object's job but better.
I kept Better and sacrificed Classy to expand its power classification to include Striker. It can now allow me to slowly improve an object.
Oh.
This was a much weaker version of Dauntless's power.
Well, shoot. I just hit the jackpot.
Okay. Okay.
Umm. Well shit, I just gave away the one Tinkertech I made to my projection that I could try my new power on. Actually, what was my projection doing right now?
-VB-
Krrr.
One fucking blink! That's all it fucking took, and this motherfucking dipshit moved halfway into the alley!
"Shit shit shit, hot sauce maggot-dipping cum scum!" Skidmark yelled even as his hands shook.
No, they weren't shaking because they were turning to stone ever since he looked at the eyes of that fucking God's limp-dicking sucking pigeon!
He dared not look away, however. That's what got Mush killed. That's what got Squealer killed. It was only after two of his minions died that he realized how this thing moved and killed.
But he had to blink sometime, and he'd run and run and run and run…!
His grimace flattened to a blank when the back of his shoe struck something very solid.
He looked back reflexively before he realized-!
KrrrRRR!
"URK!" Adam choked as he got lifted up against the brick wall he'd run into and struggled within the grasp of the statue.
His bulging eyes looked down at the angel.
It was serene and blank just a moment ago.
Now, it was snarling up at him with jagged fangs that belonged on a mauling tiger.
He's fucked.
He's fucked.
He's fucked so hard and … and … it held a cellphone with its other hand?
It was ringing and on speaker.
"Ah. Ah. Hello?"
Mush?!
"Mush! Get the fuck over here! I need help, you lucky shit clusterfuck!"
"Ah. Sorry. I don't think I can do that, boss."
Air was running out.
"There's more than one of them, boss."
Skidmark felt his heart drop.
This thing that tanked one of Squealer's explosive tank round wasn't by itself?
"Besides, I don't think I can help you personally, boss."
"Why the bleeding fuck not, Mush?! It's me, Skidmark! Your boss!"
"I know, boss. But… I'm not alive."
"Then how the fuck-?!"
"The angel that's still in our garage. What takes on the image of an angel becomes an angel, boss. You looked into its eyes, didn't you?"
"No no no no no -!"
"Sorry, boss. One of our boys found us and looked into its eyes. I think it was only two minutes or something, boss, before he became one of them."
"Shit, fuck, lemme out! LET ME OUT!" Skidmark screamed for anyone to hear him.
His hands felt heavier every second.
He was going to become one of these dipshits! He was Skidmark! He wasn't-!
"Ah. Just to let you know, boss, I'm not alive."
"YOU SAID THAT!"
His eyes were watering and then … he blinked.
Nothing changed.
"Huh?"
"The garage angel tore out my vocal cord, boss. I'm not alive."
"NOOOOO!!!!"
"And you're turning into one of them. They want that to finish."
Skidmark sobbed like he only ever did once when his nieces died in a hit and run.
"NO!" he sobbed even as his shoulders got heavier.
"Sorry, boss. At least, you'll be alive, right?"
No more than five minutes later, Skidmark ceased to be.
-VB-
United States Department of Parahuman Affairs
Parahuman Response Team
East-North-East Branch
377 5th St, Brockton Bay 03844
File Number ------
Requester ------
Language: English
Source File Information: PRT_AUDIO_FILE_2011.4.13
Participants "Mush" & Agent -----
Abbreviation
MS Mush Impersonator
RA Responding Agent
DL Dauntless
MS Ah. Ah. Hello?
RA Hello, this is PRT ENE Non-Emergency Office. May I have your name?
MS Ah. I think you know this voice as Mush.
RA … Sir, please understand that there is a heavy penalty for impersonating a known parahuman and prank calling any state or federal office.
MS Yeah, that's why I said this voice is Mush. Mush is dead.
RA … May I have your name, sir?
MS Oh. Umm. The angel doesn't have a name. It used to but it doesn't anymore.
RA Angel, sir? [RA contacts Protectorate and shares the call. The responding Protectorate hero, Dauntless, opts to remain silent]
MS Yeah. The police knows us already, right? Our First killed some of our - sorry, not the angel's but the Merchant's - people.
RA … I am unfamiliar, sir. May I ask why you have contacted our office?
MS Ah. Well, the angels. The stone angels. They're happy.
RA Happy?
MS Yes, miss. They're, uh, happy. There's a lot of food in the bay.
RA Something tells me that you don't mean fish…
MS No. The angels, uh, eat humans.
RA [cursing in the background for a moment before she responds] And how does that involve calling us?
MS Because the angels are unhappy with you.
RA Excuse me?
MS The heroes. One of them can really hurt the angels. Clockblocker.
RA …
MS The angels want to kill him.
RA You are threate-
MS Miss. I'm not threatening. The angels are.
RA And how are the angels using Mush's voice?
MS Ah. They ripped my throat out and took my vocal cord. A bit of my brain, too.
RA [There is a minute of silence as the RA digests the information]
MS The angels think that this is funny. [Noises of groaning and shrieking metals fill the phone call.] That's the angels. They're laughing.
[RA is too shaken to answer, and Dauntless takes over the call]
DL Hello, Mush. This is Dauntless.
MS Ah. Um, hi, Dauntless. I guess it's good to hear from you.
DL Is it?
MS It is. Maybe you can get the angels to stop using my brain and vocal cord. I can feel the insects biting. Oh, by the way, Skid is dead. Squeals, too.
DL … The Merchants are gone?
MS Yeah. The angels killed them for a lack of a better term. Can't tell you how they did that. They won't let me.
DL Mush, I'll just call you Mush, I need you to tell me what they are planning to do.
MS Oh. I can do that. They didn't think about that, and pigeons are staring at us. The angel using me and the phone is here in the Docks but the other two? They're making their way towards your headquarter. I wish you good l-.
[Call terminates]
-VB-
I was just about to take a bite into my lunch sandwich (Subway existed even here) when two things happened.
First, I got more powers! Four of them at once, in fact: Environmental, Understanding, Rehabilitation, and Responsibility.
I yeeted Responsibility, Understanding, and Rehabilitation like tough-on-crime politicians always did with theirs.
Now, I wasn't sure about Environmental, though. While it was a very good term, it already came as a Shaker power that didn't let me control the environment around me. It just gave me data on how to balance it. Fantastic power for an environmental scientist and activist but horrible for someone who wanted to fuck around with superpowers. I dumped it, too.
Those four tier-1 charges became two tier-2 charges, and I applied both of them into Better 2 to expand its power classifications. It showed me how to improve any kind of process, though limited to normal things (Thinker), and improved my biology (Brute)? Nice.
The second thing that happened was my projection returning to me.
"Oh hey!" I greeted the Weeping Angel with a smile and closed eyes. "How have you been?"
I felt its hands give me an up and down pat along the shoulders as if my projection was my nanny trying to figure out if I needed something before it gently brought one of my hands up and wrote letters on my palm with its bare finger.
"Hmm? You want my help with something."
I felt the air shake from its nod. My projection was a very fast and heavy boy.
"Sure! I'll help. What are you even doing, anyway?" I paused to let it explain itself on my palm again. "Ooh, you're hitting the bad guys, huh? Maybe we can become the only bad guys in Brockton Bay? Maybe even become the big bad horror?" I chuckled as my projection paused. "Well-. Hmm? You think Clockblocker can hurt you? I mean, well, he does stop time. He might be able to mess with you, huh? Even if you are a projection, you are based on the actual Weeping Angel, so stopping time would … starve you, maybe? That's bad." I hummed after saying that before snapping my fingers in realization. "I mean, we're baddies anyway, but killing a Ward is a bit too much. Why not find his dad in this hospital and threaten him? I mean, can you imagine what kind of terror will run through their minds when they find you standing over his nearly comatose dad?" I chuckled. "... I mean it's better than killing the kid, right?"
The angel gave me a "yes" written out on my palm before it bade me goodbye and left my dingy motel room.
… Right, what was I doing again?
Oh yeah! Let's test out a combination of Better 2's passive Brute upgrade with Horrify 4's Changer!
…
How about …
Hmm. I'll need some room to do it, but what kind of change would it have on a horror?
I chuckled giddily.
Ah, playing with powers was the best!
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