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[NSFW] - Amazo-n Prime (DCAU/JLU Amazo SI)

We flew until we landed somewhere in the woods that was suspiciously close to my house.
Scratch that, it was right in front of it! With the rest of the Justice League there as well! Then again, I shouldn't be too surprised that they're there. I did say it was where Luthor died so they'd want to investigate, and since Ivo was an employee of Luthor, Batman should be more than able to find out where he lived.
They're still standing at the front of the house but turn to us once they notice our descent to the ground. Superman, Batman, Flash, Green Lantern, and… an absent Wonder Woman and Martian Manhunter. Strange, I wonder where those two are at.
"Here it is, the Android." Hawkgirl introduced.
Immediately their eyes are on the body in my hands. The most intense of the stares were from Batman and Superman.
And while their eyes are focused on it, but likely ready to act against me should I try something, my eyes are just as focused on them. My first target is Superman, and an analysis of him flashed through my mind. Next was the Flash, followed by Green Lantern.
The godlike strength of a Kryptonian, access to the Speed Force, and the constructs powered by Will through the Emotional Spectrum. I was now most of the Justice League and greater than them, with the only missing elements being the Martian Manhunter and Wonder Woman but they should be showing up soon enough. Or failing that it shouldn't be too hard to find them now.
If I would've had a devilish grin from scanning Hawkgirl, I would've laughed manically from scanning the most versatile powers in the League, which of course might've set them off enough to be wary or attack me. Which would be no threat to me, the speed of the Flash and the range/versatility of a Power Ring would help in fending off and escaping should I see fit, turning myself completely into Nth metal and using Superman's strength along with the aforementioned powers would make a fight more than winnable for me. The only thing to be wary of is the Kryptonite that Batman has on him, it's still important for me to know that with the strengths comes the weaknesses of those I mimic. But it's also important to know that I'll adapt and overcome them until I become immune.
But again, I don't see a reason to need to resort to such actions in the first place when I don't need to. Especially when I don't have Wonder Woman or Martin Manhunter yet so I can stand to wait for them to arrive. The sheer giddiness of the power that I have access to far outweighs any annoyance I could feel at having to wait for them.
And once I finally get all of their powers, I'm due for an evil laugh after I get far away from them. Now with my main goal mostly achieved, I paid attention to the heroes again rather than just analyzing them.
Flash is disturbed by the snapped neck but is otherwise apathetic to Luthor's death, and the same could be said for everyone else regarding their feelings for the man. Not to say that they would let the man die without trying to save him, they were still heroes, but that didn't mean that they would mourn him should he go. Except for one person that is.
Batman is hard to get a read on other than some sense of displeasure, the only thing that mask of his, cowl and face, gives is a sharp narrowing of his eyes with a frown. Of course, the man wasn't upset over the idea of Luthor dying but the idea of someone killing him, and thus a person who must be brought to justice in his eyes.
Superman is much more open with feelings while being much more complicated as well. There's sadness, relief, and disappointment flashing through him. It was often a lament of his that Lex Luthor misused his gifts when he could've done more to help humanity than he could for all of his world-ending power. Now that potential for good is gone forever.
He walks over to me and gestures that he'd like to see the body. I allowed him to and handed it over. All he did was gently close his eyelids. He was surprisingly gentle with the body of one of his greatest enemies.
"So, you're the one who killed Luthor?" Superman asked neutrally.
At that blunt greeting by Superman, I turned to Hawkgirl who was still next to me and gave her a glare. "You didn't tell them?!" I asked, more annoyed than offended but playing it up a bit.
She at least had the nerve to be sheepish, "It was ridiculous enough that they'd assume that I was trying to pull a joke worse than the ones Flash makes. And I needed them to take this news seriously at the moment."
"What did you leave out?" Batman demanded.
"Hey! I doubt that anything you could come up with would be as good as mine." Flash said, not really offended but still curious.
Hawkgirl still wasn't used to the explanation but gave it anyway. "Well then, according to the Android, Luthor died from tripping and falling down some stairs. Hence the broken neck."
"Huh, I was wrong. That is a pretty good joke." Flash chuckled before a glare from Batman and Hawkgirl shut him up. Batman then aimed that bat-glare straight at me.
"Really? That's the best you can come up with?" Batman said, mildly annoyed. Honestly, I expected him to likely catch me on my bullshit, but for him to be annoyed about it was a surprise. The guy's a stickler when it comes to killing people.
"I explained in great detail how he died and how I had no part in it. That she didn't tell you ain't my fault." I said in my defense.
"You'll have to forgive me if I'm not too keen on believing the second most commonly used excuse in Gotham. If a person is injured, they fell down some stairs. If a person is killed, they also fell down some stairs. Simply saying that does not and will not explain away this dead body." He ended with a bit of heat. Ah, as a detective he likely had to deal with a whole bunch of excuses and whatnots from the criminal underbelly of Gotham, be it the insane, genius, or more often the dumb and desperate.
"Hey, at least I didn't say that 'I didn't see nothing'," Which prompted an angry scowl at my uttering of the phrase. Looks like I found what the most commonly used one is. "Technically, I did see nothing until the aftermath. And that may be the case in Gotham, sure, but I am neither from nor in Gotham, and this is not that shithole of a city. I was made in this here country, in this here city, in this here house. So when I said that this guy fell down some stairs, he fell down some stairs."
"Alright," Superman said as he got between me and an even more glaring Batman, then asked, "if Luthor really did… trip and fall from the stairs, how did it happen?" His face scrunched up in confusion at entertaining the idea that the human who caused him so much trouble would go out in such a way.
"I already told Hawkgirl this, so feel free to check with her for any discrepancies. He was injured and wanted Professor Ivo's help in fixing his damaged armor. So he barged in and started calling out for him, but since dead men couldn't answer he was met with silence."
"And why didn't you respond? You're clearly not happy with him intruding on your home." Batman asked.
"Because I was busy and didn't notice at the beginning of this," I explained.
"And what could an Android with a dead creator be busy with?"
"A classic American pastime, lounging around and watching TV all day," I answered. Well, Ivo did have a pretty killer flat-screen TV so it'd certainly be something I'm going to use later on.
"Really? Just watching television?" Green Lantern asked, echoing the surprise of his colleagues.
"I mean, Ivo's dead and the last thing he was doing was watching his favorite re-runs of some canceled show. And he never really gave me a purpose beyond keeping him safe as a bodyguard, so I just guarded his body and watched along. But he's dead now so that whole point is moot." I elaborated, before raising/arching a brow and asked, "What, did you expect me to start running around on a rampage, chugging a ton of booze, and shout 'kill all humans'?"
"...to be fair, it happened a depressing amount of times with Androids like yourself to be a concern. Except for the chugging booze part, that's new," The Flash said. "Happy to be chatting with you rather than the alternative though."
"Continue," Batman ordered.
"So I didn't really notice anything until I heard a racket coming from the stairs. I heard some mad rambling, some loud stomping, power armor tends to do that, a cry of pain, and then he fell down the stairs. By the time I got to him, he was at the bottom and already dead."
"It matches up with what he told me, though he did mention some new details from the questions that you asked," Hawkgirl said, backing me up.
"There is one more detail that I didn't mention," I added, causing her to glare at me. To which I just winked back causing her to scowl as well. Green Lantern didn't look too happy from that either.
"And why hadn't you?" Batman asked, not happy as per most of this conversation.
"...because this is a bit unbelievable," I admit. Well, it wasn't that hard to believe since I saw it happen but I shouldn't be able to, so I'll have to bullshit my way through an explanation. But this should earn me some points with the League for pointing this out.
"Coming from the Android who just told us that Lex Luthor broke his neck from falling down some stairs?" Flash asked incredulously, fueled by everything he just mentioned.
"Yes, coming from an Android with a name still pending I'll have you know. Anyway, being a product of nanotechnology, I tend to notice when others like it appear before me. Like in this guy's body. And it's been there for a while, a few years give or take, which is weird considering that this is pretty advanced beyond most of today's stuff. Barring yours truly."
"Wait a second, nanotech? As far as I'm aware that kind of technology has only been seen a while ago with-" Superman said.
"Brainiac," Batman concluded.
"That's impossible! He was destroyed with Darkseid and we have the only piece that remained in lock-up. There's no possible way for Luthor to have gotten his hands on it!" Superman argued in disbelief.
"I have a way of proving it, you're just gonna have to hand the body back," I said, gesturing with my hand for Superman to hand it over.
He didn't seem too keen on it as he looked at Luthor's body warily. "And how do we know that he won't just take control of you?"
I countered with a simple reason. "The fact that I was holding it long enough that if he could've, he would've done it already." Plus I'm fairly certain that if Brainiac could, he wouldn't have needed Lex to build a machine that would've transferred his program to an A.M.A.Z.O. copy.
"...that's a pretty good point." He admitted and handed it over to me, still careful and gentle in his handling of the body while also able to pull it back should he need to.
I held the body by the shoulder with one hand, which was even easier to do than before with my new strength, and ripped away the armor like it was made of tin foil and then the skin on the stomach area.
The League was surprised by my sudden action and speed but soon became more alarmed and stunned at the lack of human blood pouring out but the skull-like face of a machine along with the emblem carried by Brainiac. Especially when its blank eyes soon began to emit a flickering yet faded light.
"That is messed up," The Flash said, summing up everyone's thoughts. " ...is it weird that I find this less surprising than the idea of Luthor dying from a fall down the stairs?"
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I can't help but feel that this might be the weakest chapter yet while also being the longest. This is coming out a bit raw so tons of things I may need to fix or change. So this is definitely something I'll look over tomorrow, so tell me what you think.
Still, I consider this to be a somewhat eventful chapter. Amazo got to meet with the League and got most of their powers. He's already one of the most powerful beings on the planet with the four powers he has already but he plans on getting the whole set and more. And the cliffhanger, what will or won't happen with Brainiac is kinda simple so I don't think it's too bad, though do feel free to disagree with me in the comments if you do.
And to answer why Wonder Woman and Martian Manhunter are absent, in the episode where these events are taking place, MM tried to find Luthor before he died via a mass brain scan of the city. To no one's surprise, that left him depressed with how much people sucked in their thoughts so he flew off to mope (he destroyed his earpiece before leaving so he's out of the loop). Wonder Woman is busy trying to find him. He should be fine and found in the next chapter soon enough.View This ThreadUnread Watched Threads
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[NSFW] - Hope You Keep The Same Energy When It's Crunch Time [Naruto SI]

… Ok, that came out a bit on the harsh side.
Regardless, something within me resonates with the statement, so I accept it. Strength isn't a bad thing to have, especially in a world as fucked up as this one. I had every reason to become strong, considering the hundreds, if not thousands of people who would run a train on me to get shot at me.
Yeah, not gonna let that happen.
I stare down at my hands, and the pen and paper on my lap. Y'know, the original plan was to write out my thoughts on the paper that the nurse had given me, until I realized it's almost guaranteed that there'd be guards watching over me, so now I'm sat here with a pen and paper that I absolutely cannot use.
Sometimes, my lack of foresight surprises even myself. Oh well, I uncap the pen and let my hand trace random designs on the paper.
I briefly toy with the idea of bringing firearms into the equation, before shelving it for now. Aside from the part where I would have to trial and error my way into making something usable, who was to say ninja weren't faster than a bullet? My only frame of reference had been Itachi, and while he did put on quite a showing, it was during a massacre of innocent civilians, and little kids that didn't deserve it. Fuck, I can see it, I can see the fear in their eyes practically manifesting themselves in a physical form as they stare into my very soul -
I shake my head in an attempt to clear my mind, and when that fails I try to concentrate on different thoughts regardless of the memories running through my mind. Deep down I know that this is more than likely a futile
scratching arms, wide eyes, leathered face with a distinct lack of spinning tomoe - FUCK!
Focus dipshit. I really need to put together a proper training plan. If memory serves correctly there's a library
blood blood so much blood - shut it.
Library. Center. Of. Compound. Look. Learn. Wor-
Small kid, probably 12, reading a scroll on fireball jutsu. A misstep alerts him to my presence, a sloppy mistake on my part, but the night is dragging on and my mind is slowly getting worn down. His eyes flick over to me, a look of reverence in them before it instantly turns to confusion as he sees the glint of light from his desk lamp reflecting off my kunai. He dies with that surprised look on his face, cross eyed as he's staring at the kunai now embedded -
I scream in frustration until a medic nin shunshins into my room and forcibly subdues me, vision red and eyes burning all the while.
My nightmares are haunted by more scenes from the massacre.
This is horrendous.
Fuck you Itachi.
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After mutely nodding along to the hospital doctor's bastardized Japanese for what feels like hours, I finally get released from the hospital with a ninja food stamp(?) and keys to an apartment building… somewhere.
Instead of bothering with any of that business I head towards where I think the Uchiha compound is. I had no idea where it was prior to the whole Tsukuyomi business, but thankfully Itachi actually caught solid chunks of the village in his field of view a couple of times, so by constantly cross referencing those mental images with my surroundings I eventually find myself in front of the Uchiha clan compound.
That journey takes much longer than strictly necessary because of my incessant fucking flashbacks getting triggered at literally anything happening, but I'm sure I'll circle back and figure it out at some point. I've more or less given up fighting against them at this point, they live in my head rent free and I've given up on any hopes of eviction.
The Uchiha district being so empty feels eerie. Both in the sense that it's in heavy contrast to the busy streets of Konoha, and because there is a distinct lack of dead bodies littering the streets, no blood pooling on the side of the road, no... I can only imagine how vibrant these streets used to be, before - stab stab throw - the massacre. On a whim, I choose a random house and walk into it. The walls are lined with photographs of the family smiling.
I can't help but feel their judgemental stares burning into my back.
I remember the inhabitants of this house, the same way I remember every life I took. No names, no background, just faces and slit throats. Quietly, I realize that that's… something that I can fix. Making my way upstairs I start rifling through documents - the cleanup teams took care of the blood and bodies but everything else remains - and eventually I find a version of their names that isn't written in moon runes.
Genryusai and Yuki Uchiha, as well as their son, Hiroki Uchiha.
Hmm, I only killed Genryusai and Yuki. Someone else got to Hiroki.
In their wardrobe I find one jounin and two chunin jackets, and despite my general illiteracy I slowly piece together as much as I can about these three by referencing the circumstantial evidence, photographs, and the few characters I do know, spreading them all over the floor to help my thinking.
Yuki lost a leg, presumably during the third war. She was on a litany of meds to treat her… to treat something, and had a modest, but very high quality set of silver jewelry.
I'm able to find even less on Genryusai, but I'm led to assume that he was the owner of the jounin jacket. My fight against him was brief and very underwhelming - by the time he was awake he was already choking on his blood, but in his final moments he tried to put me under a genjutsu. I don't think I'll ever get to know what the genjutsu consisted of, since it washed over me like water off a duck's back.
Opening a box buried deep within their wardrobe, I unwrap a package of worn children's clothes, presumably Hiroki's. Given the fully burnt stick of incense and wilted flowers I found inside the boys room, it's likely he died before the massacre. One less name to feel guilty about, I guess.
I take a look at all the documents spread across the room before sitting down in the middle of them. I take a deep breath, and try to imagine what life was like for this family.
I can see Hiroki coming back home crying, knee bleeding and clothes dirty. Yuki, prosthetic leg clicking slightly on the way down, cleaning the scrape and applying a bandage. Then, with a kiss and a change of clothes Hiroki is off again, while Yuki cleans the grass stains out of his shorts.
Genryusai looks like the stern type in the photos, so that's how he appears in my thoughts. Cold during dinner, maybe a little distant. Not necessarily his fault; war has a profound effect on everyone touched by it, and he was raised in a family that saw all three of 'em. The generational trauma coupled with stiff tradition must've crippled his emotional development. After Yuki finishes putting Hiroki to bed and Genryusai puts the dishes in the sink for Yuki to clean later, they curl up together on the mats, Yuki gently tracing the scars on Genryusai's chest while he sips his sake…
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A big part of me feels empty. Drained. From what I've read, the thoughts and feelings you go through when confronted with immense amounts of evil are incredibly tiring. After enough exposure detachment is inevitable, and from there you just feel… cold. Dead to the horrors that you've witnessed. I never immersed myself in the learning of past genocides, but this afternoon dive into one Uchiha family gives me a small taste of the experience.
At the same time, I feel strangely liberated. It's like I'm mourning their deaths, since no one else will. And maybe mourning the deaths of my victims lets me mourn my current situation without feeling like a chump? Maybe it's because feeling emotionally exhausted sets my mind at ease?
…
Whatever the reason, it soothes me. For the first time since I've been Tsukuyomi'd, my mind allows itself to sit idle.
The silence is deafening.
[hr][/hr]
The first thought that jumps to mind as I enter through the massive double doors of the Uchiha Library is that I'm more likely than not going to be one of, if not the last Uchiha ever to see this place.
Actually, Danzo has eyes doesn't he? Do the eyes make the Uchiha, or does the Uchiha make the eyes? Does Sharingan memory stay stored inside the brain? Maybe the eyes? Fuck this is Naruto, why can't it be dank and in the soul of the Uchiha?
I push away my stray thoughts as I enter the library. There is a front foyer area with a couple couches and a help desk, but I find it hard to believe that anyone ever used them. The only hallway is one that leads further into the library. It's a wide hallway that angles slightly downwards, and is lined with portraits of famous Uchiha from one year or another.
If I had to guess, I'd say that the whole structure serves as a way to block the library from the prying eyes of the village, and especially the Byakugan. Regardless of its potential practical use, walking down such a stylized hallway also inspires a feeling of… I'll call it reverence.
Finally, after quite the lengthy walk, the hallway suddenly opens up to reveal a massive central atrium, where a pristine looking formation of rocks allows water to flow downward in a series of waterfalls. Surrounding it are trees and assorted greenery, and above it all is an open roof, allowing fresh air and sunlight to stream in.
I dip my hand inside the water and find it to be especially clear, without even a hit of algae on the surface. The fact that the water is still moving around as it should is either a testament to Uchiha engineering, or perhaps is a product of continuous maintenance.
The trees look a little duller than how my eyes remember them, their luster slightly diminished and their leaves drooping lower than normal, but in broad strokes it's just as I remember it.
My gaze is drawn upwards to the open roof, not quite believing that the Uchiha would install an open roof, until I realize there's a barrier of some sort under the open space that's causing a slight rippling effect to appear in the gap. My Sharingan reveal to me that there is indeed active chakra flowing around the ceiling of the building. A seal matrix?
Standing back up, I turn to my left, content to survey the library with my own two eyes. Itachi's visions were calm but also tinged with a frantic panic, and when faced with such a relaxing place all I want to do is take it slow.
Surrounding the centerpiece of the library is a ring of wooden walkways, leading to 3 equally spaced, pizza slice shaped sections. The lack of walls between these wings and the central area makes the building feel a lot larger than it actually is.
Honestly, calling this building the Uchiha Library is kinda disingenuous given how large the building is. Calling it the Uchiha Complex would be more accurate… and thus is going to be how I'm going to refer to it now. The library part of the Uchiha Complex can stay as the "Uchiha Library" though.
Taking a left towards the rightmost pizza slice, I enter the newly named Uchiha Library. Rows and rows of shelves are there, ranging the gamut from weathered scrolls to right proper hardcover books. There's obviously some sort of sorting system present, but honestly I can't be assed to figure it out while I can't read anything. Fuck you Itachi, can't Sharingan me some instructions on how to read?
Shit, I'm a six year old aren't I? Obviously I can't read. On the brightside, I can learn how to read and write without looking like an absolute loon. Although that also implies that I have to go to the academy…
I quietly decide to shove those problems onto future me, and continue my tour of the library.
The tip of this pizza slice library is reserved for a series of chairs and desks facing towards the greenery in the center. At the back of the library section is a staircase that leads down to multiple sealed meeting rooms, outfitted with a curious lack of all writing tools.
Climbing back up the stairway, I move to the next slice to the right. This one is quite apparently the physical training area of the building, what with the training field smack dab in the center of the thing, and the basement training center / weight room under it.
Finally, taking up the majority of the rightmost pizza slice, I find the children's area. Its greatest feature is what I can only describe as a ninja playground. It's not colorful, and I assume it was designed to help develop core and upper body strength rather than any real desire to let kids have fun, but it's a comforting little thing.
Tour done, I wander back towards the center atrium, and sit beside the waterfalls.
Running through these halls hundreds, if not thousands of times via Tsukuyomi is one thing. Being able to walk in the Complex, taking in the sights with my very own two eyes and seeing so clearly what could've - should've - been…
It's similar to what I felt in the house I visited earlier, but on a different scale. I don't know for sure why I feel the way I do, but… This deep… Longing? Melancholy? Nostalgia? For something that never was mine to begin with… Maybe it lives beyond my immediate understanding, but it speaks to me on an intimate level nonetheless.
Maybe it's because I have parts of Sasuke's brain in me, maybe it's because of some stupid soul meld shenanigans, maybe it's because of a completely random combination of tiny ass factors that built to a climax in my head… but I can't deny the way it makes me feel.
It hurts.
It hurts something fierce. It hurts… odd comparison, but it hurts the same way I feel as an outsider looking into America. There's something beautiful in there, covered in blood and unfortunate context, but at its core there's a genuine goodness. On a downright instinctual level, this building makes me feel safe. It feels like a home away from home.
My wanderings take me to a sizable room packed with desks and paperworkof some sort?
After sifting through file after file I stumble across names (or at least, what I assume to be names. They contain many of the same formatting conventions I've seen other population recordscensus' on Earth utilize).
I give myself a moment to appreciate the sheer scale of this document. Jesus christ, how many names are on here? How many A and S rank ninja lost their lives that night? So much concentrated strength, so much power..
And yet…
Everything the Uchiha had, would've and could've been was still was still wiped out at the snap of a finger.
I stare at the list. I stare and stare and stare, and as I stare a rising tide builds within me. Before I know it I'm chuckling, and that chuckling grows into completely unleashed, manic laughter.
I have been placed into hell. I come from a lineage of reality benders thousands in number, and they got wiped out in the space of one night. One night! Just like that, gone.
…
That leaves me with one uncomfortable thought.
I stare down at my hands, and take a deep breath.
How am I different?
The degree to which I am truly, utterly fucked sets in at this point. Of course I consciously knew what I was getting myself into, but it's only here in this dingy fucking room that I can feel its implications deep in my soul, and the feeling of despair builds until I'm crumpled on the ground laughing so hard I see spots.
I'm just a little kid in a world full of monsters! Who am I, to be so arrogant to say that I'm anything different? That I'm anything new? What good did these eyes do for Fugaku? For Shisui? For Genryusai or Yuki or Hiroki?
The only thing standing between me and the terrors of the world is the village around me. The same village that murdered my family.
I choke back my laughter and wipe the tears out of my eyes. Awful thoughts and awful words, but they were said, and I let them stay said. I think the followup is pretty obvious.
Without conscious effort my vision snaps red.
I absolutely refuse to accept this reality. If my survival hinges on arrogance levels of confidence, then I guess I'll have to build up my ego.
Maybe I will forever have to rely on my allies. That's fine. Such is the way of the world. But above all else I refuse to be helpless. For the rest of my time here I will always have influence over my life. I will always have options. I will always have agency. And that's a fucking promise to myself.
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A/N
Would you look at that! Early chapter! Now don't get too excited, the third chapter is still scheduled to come out around mid November.
Also, need a name to refer to SI me in the A/N. Until I get a better idea, it's gonna be NotSasuke.
Did I spend 3k words just for NotSasuke to come to the same conclusion as chapter 1? Sort of. If you ask me, the statement in this chapter is a lot more… real. It's adapted more for the reality of the situation with the power of perspective. Good usage of time me thinks.
Idea. In the next rewrite the first two chapters get condensed into one and so the message gets further streamlined / solidified.
Other idea, we give NotSasuke literacy so he doesn't go through the reframing of his central MO until later on in the story (if he could read, he'd be training rn instead of thinking about life).
Alright getting back on track - I want this story to be as close to a real SI story as I can. How would I react to this situation? Obviously I'll never be able to know for sure, but I can try to approximate something close.
To rephrase, I want NotSasuke to feel real. He will do dumb shit, his thoughts will be unrefined, and maybe it won't work for the greatest narrative experience overall, but it'll be authentic. For the purposes of this story, I don't think anything else is more valuable.
Shout out to Kaleidoscope and World Full of Monsters. Love 'em to bits, despite their flaws.
Thank you for reading! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated <3
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[NSFW] - Power Crafting SI in Worm

Chapter 3: Surprise Guests
Physically getting into contact with the PRT was surprisingly easy. All you had to do was call the New Parahuman Hotline. Allegedly it was anonymous, but I sincerely doubted that.
Actually calling it was a rather nerve racking affair. Evidenced by the fact that I had the number keyed into my phone for the past 30 or so minutes, but hadn't dialed it.
I was convinced that joining them at the moment was the correct move. I had no interest in jockeying for territory in the Bay. Joining them would let me build both my reputation and power in relative safety.
There were a number of capes that I could challenge and defeat without drawing any heat working for the PRT itself. At the very least it would net me half a dozen new charges pretty quickly.
Even the shady activities that they pursued didn't bother me too much. Worst case scenario I could publicly 'Resign in disgust after having a falling out with PRT higher ups' a few months after joining them. Neatly sidestepping the fall in grace they would experience, and come out smelling like roses. Maybe even establish my own Team with the clout and reputation I would have gained by being a former member.
I didn't even care about exposing my identity. It wasn't like I had any friends or family on this Earth or any of the ones I would canonically have access to.
Coil was scary, but not impossible to defeat. It would take some thinking but I knew his identity. Worst case scenario, I could just glomp him while he slept. Actually, that was probably a good idea.
Unless he slept at different times in different timelines, that should neutralize his thinker ability. It would completely derail the plot, but it wasn't like the plot provided a happy ending anyway. Besides, I'd already interfered with Taylor. Who's to say that my actions hadn't already deleted Khepri from existence.
Contessa may know, now that I think about it. She was the most powerful thinker in…
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Suddenly I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. There was no way that was her right?
I stood frozen for what felt like hours, but were in fact seconds. Taking a deep breath I took a step towards the door. If it was her, then it was her. Not that there was anything I could do about it other than exactly what she had planned.
Opening the door, it was as I feared. She was there. Beautiful, with pale skin and wavy black hair. Dressed in an exquisitely tailored black suit with a white button down shirt and a thin black tie. A small black fedora sitting mockingly atop her head.
"May I come in?" She asked, her voice steady, and a mischievous smile playing across her lips.
"I suppose. Do I really have a choice?" I asked her.
"Of course you do! I'm not a master afterall. I only control my own actions, and others respond to them of their own will, in a manner that they think is appropriate." She replied, as she brushed past me and entered my apartment. "Yesterday was some clean work by the way. Especially considering you're an amateur. Taylor has no idea who you are, and suspects that you're some kind of thinker acting out a convoluted plan. She thinks that you're someone like me."
I followed after her as she spoke, and watched her carefully as she looked around my apartment.
"I don't think there's quite anyone like you." I replied evenly.
"There could be. I just walked in here after all. Defenseless. You could defeat me no? Your own abilities allow you to create a power of equal strength to mine. Nothing says you can't make exactly the same power." She turned to face me, and looked at me expectantly.
I stared back at her impassively. A moment later, I had a telekinetic grip on her throat, and her feet stuck to the ground. Not that I needed to restrain her, other than for intimidation purposes. So long as she was within my radius, I could snap her neck with just a thought.
"Doormaker and Clairvoyant can probably get you out of here, or have Eidolon busting down my door any second. I'm not sure that counts." I explained.
"I guess it's lucky that as we speak Eidolon and most of the others are fighting the Simurgh in Canberra. Especially considering that Doormaker is unconscious, and will be for another day after him and the Clairvoyant broke physical contact. As it stands, my life is yours to decide."
"Why do this?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"It's what the Path demands. I won't be able to predict your actions for much longer. Whatever mechanism gives you your abilities, it will soon be too complex for my Shard to model. Much like Eidolon is out of my purview. As such, it's necessary that there be trust between us."
"Trust?"
"Yes. There are two choices. Either you kill me here and now, and copy my ability. Take my role and orchestrate Scion's defeat. Or, you let me go, and I will continue working as I have." She said, and as if to prove her words, another Charge manifested inside of my soul. Easily 10 times bigger than the one I received from defeating Taylor.
"Why those two options? Why not work together?" I asked more out of curiosity than anything else. I had already made my decision. I didn't want to do what she did. I honestly had no clue how I would go about defeating him with less casualties, other than by getting strong as fuck. What I did know was that I wasn't willing to live the way she had since she stumbled onto Eden as a child.
Committing atrocity after atrocity until she felt undeserving of the name given to her by her family. Killing her consciousness, and walking unflinchingly towards her goal. She had power for sure. Power that meant jack shit.
She joked earlier that she only controlled her own actions, and everyone responded to them the way she wanted. Wasn't that just a fancy way of saying that she had no control over her own will. She had made herself a slave to her Shard in exchange for a chance at ending the Cycle.
Could I do the same? With the Charge, I could lead the world in the same direction Contessa did. Better even, as with every Parahuman that I defeated I would get stronger and stronger.
Or… or I could leave the burden with Contessa. Get stronger at my pace. Pick whatever powers I think would be cool. Wake up every morning, and choose to do what I want.
Tattletale couldn't even get into a romantic partnership, as her power fed her too much information for it to be comfortable or even enjoyable for her. Did I really want that for myself? The powers I gained, especially those of the thinker variety, would change me. Maybe I could be okay with that, but I was happy with who I was.
Besides, the worst that could happen is that I die again. Which isn't great, but it is what it is.
"If we get in each other's way, then the Cycle continues. You've already seen a world where I maneuvered the Parahumas into an acceptable outcome. With you here, I can get an even better one. There's no doubt about that. However, there's only one Path to Victory. That doesn't mean there aren't different ways to go about it. Just that with the resources that exist, only a single one is viable. The Path I've chosen is what I think is best. The Path you will choose will not be the same. It will pull us in different directions. Too many cooks spoil the broth, as it were."
"So you're giving me the chance. To decide right now. My way or yours?" I asked, my tone even.
"That is correct." She affirmed. Taking the hat off her head, she dropped it on the floor. "Heavy is the head that wears the crown. Will it be mine or yours?" She said, looking me straight in my eyes.
"What if I don't kill you, but choose to give myself your power anyway?
"Then I kill myself. Scion must be defeated. I cannot deviate from my Path. I've sacrificed too much for it. Either you take my place entirely, or trust that whatever I do, I do to stop the Cycle."
I sighed as I telekinetically lifted her fedora from the ground and placed it atop her head.
"You knew what I would do from the start didn't you?"
"Just because I knew, doesn't mean you didn't choose this." She said wryly. "I'm glad we're on the same page though."
"I just hope it's the right decision."
"It's one of the right decisions. If you had killed me, your own Path would have defeated Scion as well. I wouldn't risk coming here otherwise. This also needed to be sorted out too."
"You really would have let me kill you?" I asked incredulously.
"Like I said, I don't control your will. My Path also can't model you with complete accuracy. I didn't think you would, but it also wasn't impossible for you to decide otherwise. You still could if you wanted to, but the risk of that had decreased substantially."
Taking a deep breath I asked. "So what now?"
"I'll continue with my mission, and you can do whatever you want, as soon as you release me from your hold."
"My bad! Umm. It was nice meeting you I guess?" I said, as she calmly walked out of the door.
The second she was gone, I sank blissfully into my couch. What a shit show of a day this turned out to be. Glancing at the clock, it was barely 2 pm.
It is what it is, I thought. Before changing into the comfiest clothes I had. Not at all how I planned for it to go, but at least I had gotten a new, and powerful Charge out of it.
A Charge I knew just how to spend. When I was crafting my Telekinetic power yesterday, one of the parameters I had tried to put into it was the capacity for growth. Something I had opted not to do.
Doing so, reduced the short term strength of the ability significantly. Strength I felt that I desperately needed. I needed power, not the potential for it. Especially when I could add that functionality at a later date with another Charge.
A Charge that had just dropped into my lap.
Closing my eyes, I dropped into my soul and observed what I had gained. It was so much bigger and brighter than Taylor's. Who herself had one of the more powerful Shards in the world. Unfortunately, my ability wasn't based on the strength of the shards, and was instead based on the strength of their power.
Between the two abilities, well one was clearly much stronger. A Path to Victory, no matter what your odds or Bugs. A difference I could appreciate fully at the moment.
I steadily molded my power. Unlike my telekinesis, I didn't need extreme precision. All I was doing was adding the potential for growth and improvement to both my current and future powers.
Not even 5 minutes later the Charge Crystallized, and I observed in excitement as my Telekinetic Power started orbiting the much larger Growth and Improvement Power.
Withdrawing from my soul, the change was small but clear. What had just this morning been a hard and immutable limit was now notably softer. The boundaries of my power were mutable and full of promise.
Turning on the TV for the first time today, I watched enraptured as footage from Canberra was covered on nearly every large news channel.
The Protectorate would be fine without me for a couple days, I told myself.
AN:
Chapter 3 is here. Let me know what you guys think in the comments.
I felt that Contessa was like a sword of democles hanging over the neck of this story. So I wanted her role resolved as soon as possible, hence the suprise visit, along with her with her future plans.
She'll be in the background, doing what she does. I may write an interlude at some point for her, if I think that it might become nessesairy.
As for Eric's new power. I did it partly so I didn't have to give his powers hard limits, and so that they can grow organically, powered by perhaps the single strongest ability in the universe.View This ThreadUnread Watched Threads
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