Worm: Friends From Other Places

The ones that are summoned are from the other stories that I have written. So don't be weirded out by how out of character they are.

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Chapter 1: Trigger

Taylor sighed to herself as she walked down the crowded hallway of Winslow, making herself blend in with the crowd by keeping her head down.

It was almost over, just a couple more minutes before the bell would ring signaling the end of school and she would be free. She just needed to collect her things from her locker and get out as fast as possible.

Today, unlike every other day, was quiet.

Not in the sense of it being boring, but in the sense that nothing bad had happened to her for the entire day. A horrible feeling continued to ail her, twisting her stomach and pounding at her heart. This made it nearly impossible for her to relax.

Emma and her friends were leaving her alone.

They never left her alone.

Something bad was about to happen and it made her pulse race in fear, her body instinctively preparing for a fight or flight situation. She quickened her steps, weaving through the bustling crowd of students in the hallway.

Just as she was about to reach her locker, a heavy hand landed on her shoulder, causing her to startle and whip around.

Emma stood there, cruelly smirking at her with a gleam in her eyes that only spelled trouble.

"Where do you think you're going?" she drawled out sickly sweet.

Emma was surrounded by her normal entourage with Madison and Sophia flanking her from both sides. They all wore matching smug expressions that made Taylor's skin crawl.

Taylor inwardly cursed and shrunk in on herself.

"W-What do you want, Emma?" she asked, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice.

Emma giggled maliciously and looked over Taylor's shoulder to Madison and Sophia, who both chuckled cruelly in response.

"Oh, you know, just wanted to see if you needed some company."

Taylor felt a wave of dread washing over her as she wondered what new torture they would spring on her this time around. But she wouldn't let them see her fear. Instead, she steeled herself for whatever was about to come next.

Keeping the appearance of calm defiance firmly on her face, Taylor squared up to Emma and retorted

"I-I already have something planned, m-maybe later?" She couldn't let them know that their bullying affected her; if they smelled weakness, they would just push harder than ever before.

As the school bell rang marking the end of the school day resounding through the hallways.

Her once best friend's grin only widened at her words, the smile that twisted on her lips sending a shiver down Taylor's spine. It wasn't natural, it was a smile that she never seen before. The mere sight of it chilled Taylor to the bone.

"Really? You're busy? Someone as pathetic as you?" Emma feigned surprise, letting out another cackling laugh with Madison and Sophia joining in as though they were in on some sinister secret.

Suddenly, with a quick flourish, Emma brought forth an object from behind her back, gleaming under the lights of the crowded hallway with more and more people focusing on them.

"The thing is," she drawled luxuriously, stretching out the words for maximum impact, "we were going through your locker to see what dirty little secrets you were hiding, and we stumbled upon something...fascinating."

Taylor's insides froze instantly when she recognized the item she was holding, it was her mother's flute – one that was supposed to be safely tucked away in her locker.

Taylor's heart hammered relentlessly in her chest as she stared at the flute, an invaluable item that stood as the only relic left of her late mother.

"H-How did yo-" She immediately steeled herself, trying to make it look as though she wasn't at all affected.

But it was too late.

The flute shimmered exotically in Emma's hands; its silver surface capturing reflections and casting them off onto the dull locker doors that lined the walls around them. Running her fingers over it mockingly, Emma's smirk grew wider with each passing second.

"Recognize this?" She taunted, holding up the flute for display like a trophy she'd won.

Taylor felt a sudden jolt of anger and grief course through her, spurring her forward towards Emma to get her mother's flute back.

But she was stopped by Sophia who kicked her legs, causing her to tumble to the cold ground.

"Oh look, the idiot can't even stand straight," Sophia sneered, standing tall above Taylor. The onlookers who had been gathering and watching Taylor's humiliation broke into fits of laughter at Sophia's comment.

Taylor gritted her teeth and fought the bitter taste of embarrassment that filled her mouth. She was not going to cry. Not now.

Emma's smirk broadened just the slightest bit, her eyes sparkling with malevolent mischief that sent a wave of cold dread coursing through Taylor's veins.

"What? No comment?" Emma sneered, spinning the flute on her index finger. Her entourage chuckled with a venomous delight that sent a shiver down Taylor's spine.

The whole hallway was watching now, quiet having settled except for the crackle of their laughter.

Gritting her teeth, Taylor pushed herself up to her knees. She could feel the weight of the tentative stares from her peers as they awaited her next move. There was a part of her that wanted nothing more than to shrink away, to hide from the certainty of this incoming humiliation. But there was another part, burning brightly in the pit of her stomach, that refused to back down.

She reached out with a steady hand towards Emma.

"Give it back," she managed to say without stuttering despite the lump that had formed in her throat.

Emma's smirk fell into a flat line, and she quickly tucked the flute under her arm before crossing them over her chest imperiously.

"And why would I do that?" she retorted, cocking an eyebrow at Taylor.

Taylor took a deep breath, steadying herself as she slowly stood up. The burning willful fire inside her spurred her on, drowning out the anxious whispers of other students and focusing solely on retrieving the flute.

"Because it's the last thing I have of my mother, Emma."

Taylor's voice echoed in the high-ceiling corridors, her words bouncing off the cold tile floor. A silence fell over the gathering crowd, each student holding their breath, their anticipations and expectations hanging heavy in the air.

Despite what her best friend had done and become; Taylor knew Emma was just as affected as her when they heard about her mother's death.

During her time on this earth, when everything seemed so much more vibrant, Annette treated her as if she were her own daughter.

Emma's once playful expression faltered, a fleeting flicker of hesitance shooting across her icy blue eyes. She looked down at the flute cradled in her arms, its silver surface glinting under the harsh lights above. For just a moment, it seemed as though she might hand it over; that she might let this souvenir of love and loss return to its rightful owner.

Cruel hope bloomed in Taylor's chest

But then Emma's gaze hardened, that now familiar ugly smile creeping back onto her face like a serpent preparing for an attack.

"Your pathetic sob story doesn't concern me," she countered ruthlessly, her disdainful laughter puncturing Taylor's fragile hope like a well-aimed arrow.

Her words hung painfully in the air, and their laughter crashed down around Taylor like storm waves against a rocky cliff.

"Please, Emma! Just give it back! You can do whatever you want to me just give back my mother's flute!" Taylor desperately begged.

Feeling the shift of energy in the hallway, Sophia quickly stepped in to break the tension.

"Do you hear that, Em? She wants her mommy's stupid flute!"

Despite the biting mockery in Sophia's tone, Taylor did not waver. Her gaze remained locked onto Emma and the flute as if by sheer will she could force them to yield.

Sophia's laughter echoed throughout the hall but was met with silence from Emma. She glanced over at Sophia, a strange look on her face, then back at Taylor.

Emma's icy blue eyes were glassy, and for just a second there was the old Emma, the Emma who had taken care of Taylor when her mother died, the Emma who was her best friend, but then it quickly disappeared.

Emma's icy blue eyes were glassy, and for a second there was the old Emma, the Emma who had taken care of Taylor when her mother died, but then it disappeared.

Taylor felt the fire burning inside her was instantly extinguished. Taylor took another step forward, her expression that of pure despair.

"Emma," she tried again. Her voice held no small trace of desperation now. "pleas-"

"No." Emma's reply was simple. The uncertainty was replaced by cold empty sadism.

Taylor felt her breath hitch in her throat as if an unseen hand had suddenly clenched around it. She stood frozen, watching the precious memento held aloft like a blade, about to deal its deadly blow.

Her mother's flute…her last living connection…about to be annihilated by a choice born out of cruelty.

Emma seized the moment and did just that.

With a swift, aggressive motion she threw the instrument with all her might onto the ground at their feet.

The white-tiled floor echoed a sharp cry as it met with the polished metal. The dreadful sound reverberated around them like a death knell ringing through a silent graveyard.

Moving as if possessed by some supernatural force, Emma crushed her foot down hard onto the injured instrument before Taylor could even register what was happening.

The sound of a splintering instrument punctuated her betrayal like a gunshot echoing off the tiled corridor walls. The beautiful, handcrafted instrument snapped into two under Emma's boot, its hollow sound filling up the silence around them with its death knell.

Taylor felt something snap inside her as well; her heart echoed with the sickening crack that ended her mother's flute's existence. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked fiercely to keep them at bay but was failing miserably.

The hallway remained silent for what felt like an eternity as Emma lifted her foot off the remains of the broken flute, revealing shards scattered across the ground.

Trigger Acquired…

As she fell to her knees, a small fragment of her late mother's most cherished possession rolled towards her.

Booting Up System…

Burning hot tears fell as she clutched the broken piece as she desperately ignored the people laughing around her.

Scanning…

She was breaking down and she couldn't stop herself from breaking, after months of bullying this was what finally broke her. How pathetic

Scanning…

She gazed up at her former best friend, now nothing but a cruelly smirking tormentor. She desperately searched the faces of those around her, hoping for some sign of help or support, but all she saw were blank stares and indifferent expressions. Desperation turned to betrayal as she looked to the teachers, hoping for an ounce of protection, only to find them willfully blind to her suffering.

Scanning…

She stood there, vulnerable and abandoned, with not a single soul to turn to for help. The weight of isolation bore down on her, suffocating and paralyzing. No one stood by her, no one saw her pain. She was completely alone in her struggle.

Scanning complete…

S-She needed someone, anyone to be by her side.

System: Friends on The Other Side Initializing.

Candidates Found…

Summoning Start…

The world around Taylor seemed to blur, the echoes of laughter and cruel jests warped into something distant, sounding like they were underwater.

A strange sensation enveloped her, like a shift in the very core of her being, causing an inexplicable ripple in the fabric of reality. The air around her started to thicken, became almost visible - a shimmering veil enveloping her like a cocoon.

Someone in the crowd noticed something weird happening and voiced their concern.

"Is it just me or is the air suddenly heavy?"

The few who heard them looked at them as if they were a stupid dumbass.

"The fuck you on about? How the hell can air be heav-"

A rush of wind swirled within the corridor, papers flew, and dust particles danced in the air. Light twisted and flickered as though struggling to break free from an invisible chokehold. It was as if time had stopped; everything stood still except for Taylor and the space within that mysterious bubble.

Before she could comprehend what was happening, there was a sudden flash of bright light blinding everyone.

"What the hell?! Was that a fucking flash bang?!" Sophia roared out as she covered her eyes and tensed.

The crowd of people agreed with her as their vision slowly began to recover and what they saw left them in awe.

Four portals flared into existence beside Taylor as if a hole had been ripped into space-time itself, its edges crackling with blue energy. Colors beyond comprehension swirled inside it with an ethereal glow, painting strange reflections on everyone's faces.

And then, one by one, they stepped out.

Four figures emerged out of thin air just as abruptly as the spectacle had begun.

First came a superhero in a patriotic costume.

His presence was commanding and filled with an aura of calm that contradicted his otherworldly charm. The man was built like a Greek god, exuding a significant amount of power, and donned a patriotic red and blue suit and cape.

His pristinely combed blonde hair glowed, and his cold blue eyes seemed to radiate a power all their own. His sturdy posture made him look like he was more than capable of taking care of himself and everyone around him.

His blue eyes scanned the surroundings with an unnerving calm.

Summoning Successful! World's Greatest Hero: Homelander

Next to enter was a dashing figure of a man with distinctive black tribal tattoos.

His sharp features were adorned by his signature smug smirk that could make anyone weak in their knees. The intricacy of the markings on his face only enhanced the allure, which seemed to have been carved and painted by a master artist. His hair was a soft pink but did little to lessen his intimidating aura.

He filled the room with an overwhelming sense of dread and foreboding.

Summoning Successful! The Strongest Sorcerer in History: Sukuna

His gaze met the patriotic hero, and they were locked in a tense stare-down before they ignored each other in favor of the other two portals.

Following the two powerful men entered another, unlike any mortal being.

He was by far the tallest of them.

With a demeanor that screamed 'devil-may-care', he carried an enigmatic personality that could either bring you delight or utter terror. His hair was a significant crown of crimson that danced in the non-existent wind, contouring a demon-like face with pitch-red eyes housing a mesmerizing sharp smile. He was impeccably dressed in a red suit, complete with a bow tie and gloves, further accentuating his eye-catching appearance.

A staff with the head of a microphone swung lazily from his hand, emitting an occasional crackle of static.

The sound of radio static filled the air as the sinner looked around with a look of delight before his eyes met the two others that exited their respective portals. His smile became deadly as he examined the two like an apex predator meeting another apex predator.

Summoning Successful! Radio Overlord of Hell: Alastor

The hero's eyes hardened.

The sorcerer's smirk grew.

The Overlord's staff crackled.

Before chaos could erupt the fourth and final portal closed.

The last figure to emerge from the portal stumbled forth a young boy, conspicuous only due to his plainness amongst such commanding presences.

His hair fell over bright, determined eyes that held onto Taylor's tearful gaze with an intensity that stirred strange emotions within her. Much smaller than the others and seemingly less menacing, leaning towards calming and hopeful.

His curly green hair framed his freckled face and his wide emerald eyes filled with resolve and kindness. He wore a black and green hooded suit adorned with numerous utility pouches and black gloves that appeared armored. Even though he bore an awkward smile on his face, there was something about him that screamed, 'Do not underestimate'.

Summoning Successful! Future Symbol of Hope: Deku

"Everything is going to be alright now." The young boy said, reaching out a glove-clad hand towards Taylor.

His tone wasn't the secure, cocky assurance of someone speaking from a place of power, it was the soft-spoken promise of someone who had seen despair yet never lost hope.

The others were silent, allowing Deku to take the lead.

Even amongst those who exuded sheer power and authority, the young boy with his unyielding spirit commanded their respect.

Homelander smiled a smile but meaningful smile, treating the proceedings with warm yet watchful eyes.

Sukuna leaned against the invisibly cordoned space casually, as if he found this whole spectacle mildly amusing.

While Alastor was still smiling, silently observing every action.

Deku's words hushed the room that was frozen in awe and fear. Taylor looked at him, through her tears, not knowing whether to trust this strange cape and his peculiar companions who have appeared as if by magic.

The other three figures broke their silent acknowledgment of each other's presence, turning their gazes on Taylor, whose sobs turned to hesitant sniffles as she raised her trembling hand to meet Deku's. The moment their fingers touched, an invisible force seemed to envelop them as the room's air shifted. It was as if they were momentarily detached from reality, separated from the world around them.

Homelander stepped forward, his countenance serious but non-threatening.

"There's no need to worry anymore," he stated firmly. "You're safe now, Taylor."

The girl looked up at the rather intimidating hero and looked at him in confusion.

"H-How do you know my name?" She hesitantly asked him, wondering how a cape knew someone as pathetic as her.

Homelander's gaze softened, and a glimmer of comforting warmth radiated from his once icy eyes.

"We've been called to help you, Taylor" he explained, his voice holding a tinge of fondness.

Sukuna, leaning with his arms crossed against an invisible barrier, chuckled at Homelander's statement.

"What our Superman rip-off is trying to say is that we were summoned by your powers," he clarified with a smirk, not in the least intimated by the hero's glare. "It also kind of filled us in on what's happening."

The crowd of people and the bitches three looked around, wondering what the fuck they should do in this situation. Taylor, the most pathetic girl in their entire school, triggered and got the bullshit power of summoning other capes to help her!!! What the FUCK?!?

The ones that were most affected by this were Emma and Sophia.

"I have powers?!" She gasped out in delight, momentarily forgetting about the most horrible moment of her life. "I SUMMONED you?!?"

From the corner, Alastor couldn't help but chuckle at the scene unfolding before him. He waved his microphone staff absently as an air of amusement emanated from him. "A drama of hope and despair—the sweetest radio symphony! How could I not answer its call!"

The broken pieces of her mother's flute began to float into the air much to the ever-growing shock of the long-forgotten crowd. Emma, who was closest to the broken flute, flinched back in fear as she watched the instrument slowly begin to repair itself.

Deku squeezed Taylor's hand with a reassuring smile, drawing her attention back to him.

"What's important now," he earnestly said, "Is that we're here and we're going to help you."

Taylor's tears quieted further as she looked at the boy's genuine smile and eyes. She blinked her teary eyes several times as if struggling to make sense of what was happening.

"You guys... are here to help me?" Her voice still held the echo of tears, but it was tinged with the first signs of relief.

"That's right," Deku confirmed with another warm smile. Releasing Taylor's hand as he gently pulled her up, he stepped back allowing the other three to come forward.

"Indeed," affirmed Alastor, his crimson eyes gleaming mischievously in the dim light. "Though each in our own unique style,"

He added in a sonorous voice that was too sophisticated for its underlying threat.

He grabbed the now repaired flute and gently handed it to her, much to Taylor's utter amazement and gratefulness as she tightly tucked her precious item into her chest.

The smirk on Sukuna's face didn't waver as he crossed his arms over his chest, observing Taylor with hooded eyes. His intimidating aura seemed to grow even more severe as he announced in a voice echoing with power and sheer smugness, "Your torment ends here, now that you got me. Just ignore the other two chumps and you're golden!"

Alastor and Homelander ignored his jab.

Alastor's radio static crackled louder, echoing in the stunned silence of the room. He twirled his staff idly before driving it into the floor with a resounding thud. The crimson eyes flickered unnaturally in amusement as he spoke with a purr that held sinister delight and promised retribution for Taylor's tormenters.

The trio of girls who bullied her were now shaking in fear as the air around them became hard to breathe.

"Oh, this is going to be fun ~"