User blog:GodOfNerds/Worm Fanon

World
Two beings spiral through the void, past stars, and worlds. They dance through realities, shifting through other times, other dimensions. Countless facets that fuse, part, and shift as they journey. Approaching a worl they shatter. Shards falling into millions of alternate worlds to roots. Reaching out across the boundaries of dimensions they bond, empowering those they find. Those at their lowest. People who will fight, suffer, and strive, and in doing so drive the entities own evolution. But unlike the cycles before this something has gone wrong. a single mistake leads to the death of one of these entities. Only it's shards remaining as it's mate is left behind, shocked and insensate in it's mourning. As things stand now the worlds within the reach of these beings are now set on a painful and destructive course that will reap untold costs in human lives and suffering. No matter the choices and powers you possess in this world, no matter how strong or feared you are. Remember. Conflict is inevitable.

History
Hello. My name, is William King. And this is the story of how my life got turned upside down. In a good way. Maybe.

It all started when I was a kid, or rather that's how "I" started, the person that'd one day become "me". I was always angry when I was little, a little too violent, a little too quick witted for my own good. For everytime I tried to do a good thing, or a thing that seemed right, it seemed as if the universe said "Stop it. Don't do that.", because for every time I helped a lady with the purse she dropped, for every time I tried to stop a fight, I always made things worse. I'd get called a thief and then chased by cops, I'd make the two more angry than they were at each other and then have to fight them both, you could say this put me on a path of "No good deed goes unpunished".

Our entire lives we hear about them, we see them, we're told we should fear them, respect them, be like them. The fucking capes. The parahumans, the ones who experience something so traumatic, such a low point that something inside of them snaps, and that something made them grow a new part in their brain that helps them control the... Powers. From the few things I actually paid attention to in class, depending on the trauma, depends on the power you get. 12 categories or something, Blaster (long range), Striker (touch based), Master (controls), Breaker (shifts states or break the natural laws of the universe), Changer (change your form), Brute (strength or endurance), Thinker (mental capacity or some shit), Shaker (Has a power with an area of effect), Stranger (stealth or infiltration stuff), Mover (enhanced mobility, flight for example) and Trump are powers that relate to powers. Wait... That's 11... What's the last one? Eh fuck it, I'll mention it once I remember it. When they first appeared... When "he", Scion. A golden man flying around the earth 24/7 saving lives and fighting monsters. He seemed like a god. An actual god, not like the dude in the bible who just makes things happen, but rather the ones who seem all-powerful by their very presence. Everyone thought the "capes" were gonna be gods, the pinnacle of existance, then one idiot was killed with a bat when he tried to rob a store with telekinesis. And then it all pops into place. They're just like us but with powers.

I've fought them though. Capes. It all depends on the power, how fresh they are, and how... How do I put it without insulting them too much... How smart they are. Even an idiot can take on an army with the right power, I've of course lost too such... Idiots. I wish I was a cape, I hate them, but I want their power. I put myself in dangerous situations because I wanna trigger. I once fought a fat guy, who I thought was gonna be easy, but... IT turns out the fucker had Pyrokinesis, and of course immunity to it. He lit himself on fire and procceded to pound me with flaming fists, hurts way more than you can imagine, but not even that triggered me. I still have the burn marks on my neck from where he tried to strangle me.

My dad passed away in cancer during this time, mom called me a dissapointment, a delinquent who favoured violence over talking and learning. She made it sound like I don't learn, I do. So. My parents think I'm a dissapointment, my mom has run into money problems, I'm a violent self-endangering lunatic who wants to experience the so called "Lowest point of their life", to become something more.

So, school sucks because people fear me and the few who don't are simply acquaintances. Home sucks because mom yells at me, pesters me about the smallest things like not helping her with the laundry or such, which I admit is something that other people get yelled at for, doesn't mean that I deserve a bat to the door because of it. I could feel it all slowly build up on my psyche, as if my psyche is just the base of a jenga tower, but every single thing just makes it more and more unstable. My goal was long forgotten, it seemed as more of a subconsciouss thing driving me now. I was walking home when I got jumped by a old group of "delinquents" that I used to fight with, idk what they were thinking honestly I didn't care, still don't.

I open my eyes a see a vision of two great Entities circling aroun each other. A shard breaks off from one of them and reaches out to me. Before I can even understand what is happening, I find myself standing on an unfamiliar street in the docks of Brockton Bay, my hometown. I can feel it. "Welcome to the world of capes"