SC-Please leave me alone

by Fanfic_Rater_1_to_5

Summary:

Taylor triggers in the locker as per usual, but what if she only saw monsters in the trio, and thus QA gave her all the monsters she could ever want.

Notes:

This is a quick one shot of a fic idea where Taylor can summon SCP's much like the wiki warrior fics and a stupidly good Magic the Gathering fic I read but can't find

Edit: I just found the MTG fic in question. It's in my bookmarks, sort by recommended

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ATTENTION ALL: Incase you don't read most notes, or just quit at the first paragraph, I KNOW IT'S SHIT! I'm working on this. It was, for all intents and purposes, a PLACEHOLDER. The actual first chapter is in progress and depending on what people say and how I feel, I'm going to delete this one or just move it to a different fic.

Chapter 1: (Non canon Omake) Please go to the next chapter

Piggot looked up from her desk, saw Armsmaster standing there and once again wished she could drink.

"Armsmaster report. What's the situation."

"Early in the morning, we had gotten reports of a parahuman disturbance at Winslow High. I attempted to contact Shadow Stalker, but she did not report."

"Was it negligence or did she choose not to?"

"We belive she was physically unable to to as she had her neck snapped and was later found in multiple peices with the lower half of her torso gone, as well as several limbs seemingly torn off."

Piggot rose "Fucking hell Armsmaster! I may like her as much as the next person, but we have a fucking WARD dead!"

She smashed her hand against her desk, ignoring the pain before continuing 

"Who did it, Hookwolf? Alabaster? Victor? Kaiser himself?"

"We belive it was a fresh trigger ma'am"

She collapsed back into her chair pointedly ignoring the groan of protest it gave.

If a normal Parahuman was bad enough, a fresh trigger is even worse. They were somehow even more reckless with power use, and depending on what happened at that time, they could easily be a new villain which is what this case was shaping up to be. And THEN if that wasn't bad enough they were treated with goddamn kiddy gloves and not responsible most of the time. She let out a sigh before bracing herself for what's to come.

"Well what's the damage, do we have a Jack slash, a Kaiser, a Hookwolf, a Marquis? What's the range they can use those blades? I shouldn't need to tell you this but even a small Brute package with blade control or projection can spell disaster."

Armsmaster looked almost afraid at her words, causing her to truly worry.

"Armsmaster. What. Range. Do. They. Have."

"That's the thing ma'am, it's not a Brute with blade projection"

"Then what is it."

"The new trigger is a Master ma'am"

She reached under her desk, activating the eavesdropping countermeasures in her office before rounding on him.

"How." There was no questioning what she meant by that. How the hell did a Master do this? Was it a projection? Was it a human master that just so happened to have a knife around? Was it an animal master that summoned a bear?

Armsmaster straightened up even more if that was somehow possible

"The Master in question is Taylor Hebert. 15, daughter of Danny Hebert and Annette Hebert. Annette Hebert is Deaseased at this time. It was an extremely public trigger so the normal rules do not apply. She was locked in her own locker that is now warded off as a Biohazard zone, or at least it would have been under normal circumstances. She summoned several case 53's or projections that are listed as follows."

He reached into his armor and pulled out a trio of folders that she snached up and started to read through.

"First off we have Statue. It seems to be made out of concrete and rebar and is at the moment a Brute 7 and mover 4. Its impervious to all damage and can move faster than anyone can see. When it is not being looked at it snaps the neck of anyone and everyone in range.

Next we have Ghost. It's taller than most and is again rated a Brute 7 and Mover 4. This one is different, as whenever its face is looked at, it goes into a rage state and turns anyone who looked at it to a pool of blood."

She threw those two folders down and placed her hands against her head, a headache violently begining. "And the last one?"

"Crawler."

She looked up at him in alarm

"Do you mean to tell me she summoned CRAWLER?!?!"

He backed down, before a female voice spoke from his helmet.

"No director, he misspoke. He means that this last one, codenamed Komodo, is almost exactly like Crawler. It adapts to anything and everything, and has a hatred for all life. It's rated a Brute 9 and trump 2, as it was shown to use different abilities depending on the situation."

She relaxed somewhat at Dragons voice speaking through the helmet. 

"What countermeasures have been taken. We have a disaster case on her hands if it's not taken care of IMMEDIATELY."

Armsmaster starting inching near the door

"Brockton Bay is currently under harsh quarantine until further notice."

She looked him in the eye

"And WHY is that?"

He spoke only one word before dashing out of the door, but it was a word that haunted her to this day, and arguably one of the worst things that could have happened in this situation.

"Elisburg."

 

Notes:

And Done. Now a few things

1. I am not a worm expert. This is all going by what I have read from the fandom.

2. This is a ONE SHOT. Hell, it's not even that, this is just something I can use until I actually write the fic I'm thinking of

3. I don't know how to spell some things, and I don't know how classifications work, nor do I know if the classifications are correct. This might be the first chapter after undergoing HEAVY editing, but it's most likely going to be thrown away and this will just be an omake.

4. The SCP's I used are as follows

173 - https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-173

096 - https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-096

682 - https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-682

354 - https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-354

5. I am on a phone so any computer users, I apologize if it's a mess

6. clarifying on [2], This was what I had originally come up with, before I got the idea for a random number generator to make it more like the wiki warior fics. When I either add more chapters to this, or post the actual fic on Space Battles (I'm just waiting to get verified) I'll post the ACTUAL chapter 1. You can think of this as a non-canon Omake or what would happen if I had rolled/draw/gotten the BIG SCP's

Chapter 2: Worm, START

Summary:

I. am. Impatient. So, I'm gonna cross post. I'll start writing the fic on here, and if I get verified, I'll post it there. But for now? Let the monster mash (I'm not sorry) begin.

Notes:

Ok, wow. This chapter got away from me. I don't DO worldbuilding. I dont LIKE worldbuilding, and expecily not reading about it. SO WHY THE HELL IS 90% OF THIS CHAPTER BACKROUND INFORMATION?!?!?!?
I don't know, but I wish I did. All I wanted was to explain how she was found, and how they realized she had triggered. I was GOING to have random ass SCP's rampage through Winslow (which is what the first thing was) but that was a bit too similar to the MTG fic I had read before and didn't want to be TOO blatant with my stealing.

TLDR: The chapter got away from me, and there are no SCP's :(

Screaming. Pleading. Begging. Wishing. Taylor was trapped in her locker dying. She had been locked in by someone, she didn't know who but it had to have been Sophia. She always was the more physical one.

Emma. She had been her friend once upon a time, but then she turned into her worst tormentor. Mocking, insulting, tearing into both her and her own self worth with savage intent until something snapped. No doubt this was her idea, Sophia was a fan of pushing, shoving, and tripping, while Madison was a stupid fucking AIRHEAD who's only roll was to act cute.

It was too much. The locker, the bullying, the fucking administration who did NOTHING, the whole damn school, her absent father, something needed to give.

And something did. Something in that locker, weather it be Taylor, her sanity, or the laws of the universe snapped, and something else was let in. 

****[Sophia Hess/Shadow Stalker]****

Sophia was feeling good. She had taken down a few more Nazi gangsters last night, and even stuck a bolt inside Grue. Gritting her teeth at the memory of the bastard, she could only hope that he bled out slowly. It was the least he deserved having the nerve to disrupt HER, a predator, while she was cleaning the damn streets. And it had nothing to do with the fact he messed with her shadow state, shut up.

Shaking her head, she refocused on the teacher currently droning on, having to go to class in order to make sure nobody could connect her with pranking Hebert earlier in the day. That brought another smile back at the thought of finally teaching that stubborn prey her place.

Poor Emma, thinking that she was strong when the only prey she ever hunted never actually fought back. All Hebert had to do was stand up, push back, show she had a spine, but no. She always wilted down, ran and hid, and this just confirmed what she always thought. Hebert. Was. Weak.

When Emma had brought up the locker plan, she had her doubts at first. Forget a bit of bullying, that would be considered a Biological attack and possibly attempted murder. Now Sophia would gladly put Hebert in her place as much as the next person, but she had some close calls with Piggy and the rest of the PRT. There were some things even the toughest Predator couldn't touch and the government was one of them.

Sure, she was already breaking her perole but that was different, she was taking out gang members left and right and making the city better. Even if she was caught, they would only praise her for her efforts. Hebert was different. If the PRT got wind that the ward they claimed was being reformed was caught bullying someone, then bye bye Sophia, back to juvie.

But Emma had brought up a good point. If Hebert fought back, they would leave her alone and help her find whoever put that disgusting mess in her locker. They would be the GOOD guys, and they would help make her stronger than she ever was before.

If Hebert was her same meek self, then she would be pushed inside and either die, or trigger. When Emma brought up THAT part she nearly put a bolt through her neck. You don't fuck around with triggers, even the worst type of person knew that. Sophia included.

Poor stupid Emma though, couldn't figure out why that was a bad idea, and it took Sophia threatening to send a crossbow bolt through her eye if she ever brought up the intent to force someone to trigger again, for her to drop the idea.

Emma didn't drop the locker idea though, she just brought up that Taylor COULDN'T trigger as she was too damn weak. Sophia wasn't a damn idiot though, despite what the other Wards said, and she knew the manipulation attempt for what it was. She shut it down with a firm NO, but Emma just. kept. ASKING.

This went on for a few weeks, before she finally sat Emma down and asked why the hell she wanted to push the locker plan so bad. Emma just looked at her and claimed that it was right of the strong to push the weak.

Sophia couldn't argue with that, and after weeks of near begging on Emma's part, she conceded and they put it into motion once winter break began. 

And it went. Down. PERFECTLY. She had snuck up behind Hebert, waited until the pussy was bent over vomiting, and shoved her right inside. There was a moment when she pushed back, when Sophia thought Taylor might actually have what it took to survive, but no. She went limp a moment later, and got shoved into that place.

They hadn't told anyone about that plan, leaving it up to speculation who actually did it. The crowd surrounding Hebert was large enough that she was able to do it without anyone being the wiser, and nobody even suspected them. Everything was going fucking perfect.

That was, until she passed out at her desk seemingly at random.

"Miss Hess? Miss Hess!" She lifted her head up, blinking her eyes, trying to get the blurry picture in focus. Let's see, she was in a class, she was listening to a teacher droning on, and then what?

The teacher spoke again "Miss Hess are you alright? You just passed out?" It took her a few moments for it to register what she meant. She passed out? Why? How? She was in perfect health thank you very fucking much, she just had a mandatory "check up" from Panacea for fucks sake, and the only other reason she would possibly pass out and not anyone else was if-

She bolted to her feet, ignoring how the teacher stumbled back. "Miss Hess are you-"

" No, I'm not ok, I'm gonna go to the nurse." Ignoring the strange looks she got from everyone, she quickly navigated to her locker and got out the earpiece she had so quickly ridiculed when they were given out. 

Why would she ever need to call for backup? She was Shadow goddamn Stalker, she didn't need help from the proctorate that just liked to sit on their ass more than do anything.

Going to the place she kept her costume and spare bolts, she turned the earpiece on.

"Console this is Shadow Stalker, reporting in."

She barely had to wait a second before hearing quite possibly the worst voice she could ever hear at the moment.

"Stalker this is Console, why the early call? You miss me?" Clockblocker. The worst ward she possibly could have had pick up this damn call. For all the time she liked to mock the pipsqueak, she could certainly be serious when it counted. Clock on the other hand, was a constant wanna be joker and prankster who only got serious when it was his own damn father.

Not feeling like putting up with him even more than usual she quickly got back on the coms.

"Clock. Shut up and put me through to Armsmaster or Miss Militia."

"Ouch, you don't want to talk to little of me? Why I'd almost be offended if-"

"Dennis, shut the fuck up and put someone important on the line, there's a fresh trigger at Winslow."

The line went dead and for a split second Sophia worried that he had hung up out of surprise. The next moment a familiar voice started speaking and she forced herself to remain calm.

"Shadow Stalker, this is Armsmaster. Report."

"I was in class when I just passed out. Everyone else seemed to be fine, and I knew I was in perfect health since Panacea had visited us just last yesterday." She quickly changed into her costume, equipping her non-lethal darts before making her way down the halls to the locker.

"I'm currently sweeping the school, I'll let you know what I find." 

"Rodger that Shadow Stalker. I'm making my way there now" 

She turned the corner to the hall where Hebert's locker was, but she couldn't see anything wrong with it on the outside. No dents, noises, nothing. The smell was still god awful, but other than that there was no sign of a Parahuman. 

Bracing herself for what was to come, she flung the door open and Taylor Hebert dropped down in front of her. Sophia was used to messes. Hell, she had caused a few herself, but NOTHING prepared her for what happened when she opened the locker. Hebert was bleeding, bruised, and turning FUCKING GREEN with bugs covering every inch that wasn't bloody or infected.

"Oh fucking hell Hebert, you should have fought back" Not even realizing it was her voice that spoke she put her hand to her ear.

"Armsmaster this is Stalker. I think I found the trigger."

His voice came through quick and clear

"You think?"

"Yeah, and even if she isn't, it's still good to call someone. Fucking hell it's bad, looks like she was shut in her own locker filled with biological waste. She's turning fucking green here."

"Medical is on the way. Tell the principal to order a lockdown. Nobody gets in or out except PRT workers."

"Rodger that"

"Oh and shadow Stalker?"

"Yes sir?"

"No swearing."

Not bothering to reply, she made her way to Blackwell's office where she waited for Armsmaster to arrive.

****[Colin Wallace/Armsmaster]****

Colin was driving his Armscycle down the road as fast as he could. When Sophia had called from the middle of the day, he was concerned.

Shadow Stalker was difficult on a good day, and downright hostile on her worst. Having her call in when it wasn't mandatory was unnerving. She had quite vocally mentioned how much she hated the Wards, the Proctorate, and although she didn't mention it aloud, being leashed.

Seeing how much she resented the entire idea of being watched, he expected her to only call in if the Slaughterhouse 9 was in town, and even then she might not.

Thus, when she asked to be directed to a superior, that was alarming. The program he used to monitor the calls would trigger whenever a few keywords would be detected. Things like "Wards, Armsmaster, Backup, Winslow, Shadow Stalker," anything that would mean sensitive information was involved.

When the program in question went off, he quickly tapped into the channel the Wards used, and listened in.

When she had mentioned a new trigger, he dropped whatever he was doing at the time (internally cringing at the memory of his halberd hitting the floor) and raced towards Winslow.

He had kept in contact the entire time despite what she might think, and consequently heard her exclamation of asking someone named Hebert why they didn't fight back.

This brought up some extremely concerning implications for Sophia and he wasn't sure which one was worse.

The one he came to right away was that she had stood by and watched the bullying take place, only intending to help if the victim, "Hebert", fought back.

This was a leftover from her Vigilante days, and something he was trying to iron out before it became a real problem.

Although, he thought, it might be too late for that. 

This was because of the disturbing possibility that Sophia had participated in the bullying and might have even had something to do with the locker, or even was the CAUSE of it, which if that was the case...

A Ward bullying people was bad enough on its own, but a Ward causing someone to trigger? The PRT would get ripped too fucking shreds.

Making it worse was that Sophia was black, and so gave the Empire a perfect excuse to announce that they were right, and blacks were animals.

Shaking his head at the thought of Nazis having a point, he pulled up to Winslow and marched through the door where Shadow Stalker and Principal Blackwell were waiting.

"Ambulances are 5 minutes out. How did this happen."

Blackwell shifted on her feet, visibly nervous. 

"Well, the student in question, Taylor Hebert has always been an attention seeker and a trouble maker. It's quite possible that she locked herself inside to-"

She didn't get far before he cut her off and turned to Shadow Stalker.

"Stalker, what's your side?"

"Hebert has always been meek, just going to her classes, keeping her head down, standard pre- student behavior. It's plausible that she was shoved in, I just don't know who."

God he wished his Lie Detector was working. Knowing how much bullshit he was being fed would be appreciated, but he simply made a note to go through every goddamn record Winslow had until he found the truth.

Turning to Blackwell once again, he looked her in the eye and spoke.

"When the Ambulance and Police gets here, you WILL cooperate. You WILL give them all the information they ask for, and you WILL NOT say anything about me being here, or PRT troopers."

Turning back outside, he made a call to both Dragon and Director Piggot, letting them know he had both a possible new trigger, and a reason to believe one of their wards was a criminal.

Notes:

So... Sophia. She is, to me, OOC here. But, I can still see it happening. Belive it or not, she was worse, I spent most of this time trying to make her believable, but Hopefully this explains my thought process.

While she is a sociopath, and one that has no hesitation about doing what's "right," i.e. pinning a gangster like a butterfly, she's no idiot. It wouldn't make sense for her to NOT try and cover her tracks, and what's the best way to do that then to self report. Parahumans as a whole seem to respect or at least acknowledge how bad a trigger event is so I figure Sophia wouldnt want to intentionaly cause someone to trigger. That said, she is very much "Might makes right" at the end of the day. Also, Emma is fucked in the head. The fandom agrees, the cannon semi-agrees (from what I saw on the wiki), and it just makes sense that she would continually bother Sophia until one of them gave in, and I don't know about you, but I don't think Sophia has the patience for that. She can't kill or threaten Emma either because while they are "friends" it also would bring the PRT down either way.

Chapter 3: Amy Dallon is both bored, and pissed off

Summary:

Taylor wakes up in the hospital and summons her first SCP. Nobody is happy

Notes:

Holy shit- I got 1,000 hits. I- I don't- How. I somehow got 1,000 hits and 40 Kudos. Thank you, and I'll try to live up to it.

In other news, this fic is now on SpaceBattles! Spacebattles is where I can reply sooner, and also is where I post first. The fic has the same title and my username is "Insertcatchyusername"

****[Amy Dallon/Panacea]****

Amy didn't usually have interesting days. Sure, she might heal someone who somehow managed to get a screwdriver inside their arm, but that was par for the course in the ER.

As much as it shamed her to admit, she liked when Parahumans attacked as that meant she would deal with interesting injuries. Run into Hookwolf? Your intestines get blended.

Get caught in one of Uber and L33t's streams when they are doing some type of zombie game? Great! You get treated for some biological toxin that can't actually infect people.

Deal with Vicky? You somehow get your bones not just turned into powder, but put into shards and get them caught in your lungs. She didn't know how Vicky had managed to keep that guy alive long enough for Amy to get there at 2 in the goddamn morning, but that wasn't her problem.

The things you deal with for love am I right? No, she wasn't, because most people aren't in love with their sister, and they don't help them to not commit murder.

With that bit of self loathing out of the way, she turned her focus back to the Merchant with a broken spine they never actually say the people she heals are merchants but she can always tell and him know he was free to go

She pointedly didn't remove his addiction just for a bit of fun, as she usually cured them of everything when they were brought in. It was always fun watching the idiots throw out their drug stash and then freak out 3 days later when the shakes got so bad that they dug through the very same dumpster they trashed it in.

Did that make her a bad person? No. It's just merchants, and besides, she heals 24/7. She deserves some payment not that she could ever say that to Carol, after all only Villains would charge for healing, Hell even the literal Nazis don't do that.

Shaking her head, she decided that now would be a good time for her smoke break and turned on PHO:

Welcome to the Parahumans Online message boards.
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♦ Topic: Hospital Heads Up (Forced to change the name from "Panacea Watch" because it sounded like a stalker board)
In: Boards ► Places ► America ► Brockton Bay
Wambulance (Original Poster) (First Responder)
Posted On Jun 23rd 2009:
Hello Brockton BAY! Today is a REALLY good day for us, why? BECAUSE WE GOT A NEW HEALING CAPE BABY! Her name is Panacea {link to her thread found HERE} and this is primarily used for letting anyone who's curious know where the ambulances are, which ambulance is going where, and if Panacea will be at that hospital. I have asked and gotten permission from both New Wave and the mods, so BEHAVE.

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►Fireballers
Replied On Feb 12th 2011:
Heads up! got an Ambulance being escorted by Armsmaster to the central Hospital, look alive Panacea

►Aloha
Replied On Feb 12th 2011:
Wait what, why would he be escorting someone? I didn't see or hear of any cape fights

►Ekul
Replied On Feb 12th 2011:
Dunno, maybe a Ward got injured in a training incident

►Coyote-C
Replied On Feb 12th 2011:
They would be in school dumbass.

[MOD WARNING: Don't insult people, and keep it ON TOPIC. This is a necessary board, and I will ban you to make sure its kept CLEAN. FROM. DISTURBANCES.

►XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied On Feb 12th 2011:
[BANNED. MOD NOTE: WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY VOID?!?!? WHAT DID I JUST. FUCKING. SAY!]
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Sighing once again at having her break interrupted by an emergency, and Void's continued stupidity, she made her way down off of the roof and into the halls.

Getting the attention of one of the doctors in charge, she motioned to her phone and mouthed Urgent delivery on PHO. She didn't actually think the doctor could read lips, but he was one of the few in the hospital that knew she watched that thread so he got the message.

Making her way to the ER, she waited for the inevitably boring patient that would arrive in "Critical Condition"

****[Taylor Hebert/{Error}={Cape_Name}={False} {Designation=Queen_Administrator}]****

The very first words Taylor heard when she came to were "HOLY FUCK HOW ARE YOU ALIVE!" Opening her eyes a crack, she glanced at the disturbance. Said disturbance was caused by a brown haired girl in a white robe that she vaguely remembered seeing somewhere, before said girl whirled around and looked her in the eye.

The next very loud words she heard were "HOW ARE YOU FUCKING AWAKE!" Quickly followed by "Oh fuck, can you stop what's coming?"

It was a testament to how completely out of it she was that her first thought was That's what she said but soon after, she realized no. She couldn't stop whatever was about to happen.

***SCP FILE***

Item #: SCP-2507

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-2507 are to be contained in Wildlife Observation Chambers located within Site-77. These chambers have been painted pink, and outfitted with a number of toys, such as dolls, dollhouses, makeup, and glitter. At least one hairbrush per SCP-2507 instance is to be provided, to facilitate cooperation.

One live pig is to be introduced to the chamber every twelve hours for feeding purposes. Staff are required to communicate with SCP-2507 via the intercom once per day; however no staff are permitted to enter the containment chamber. In the event that SCP-2507 must be moved, they are to be incapacitated and moved while unconscious.

Description: SCP-2507 designates eleven organisms of the class Arachnida, with an average height of 3 meters and a mass of 54 kilograms. All instances of SCP-2507 are capable of vocalizing in American English, and speak in voices resembling young female children.1​

When left to their own devices, SCP-2507 instances will move around the chamber, interacting with the various objects left within. The most common behavior is brushing hair, with each SCP-2507 spending at least four hours per day grooming itself and others. While doing this, SCP-2507 instances will communicate with each other, about the events taking place within a non-existent "Brachypelma Elementary School."

All instances of SCP-2507 adhere to a loose social hierarchy, with an SCP-2507 instance identified as "Kemberly" being socially dominant. "Kemberly" frequently discusses rumors with other SCP-2507 instances, and when questioned, claims to have come across the rumors on the "World Wide Web". Further questioning was ignored by all SCP-2507 instances.

If not provided with entertainment, SCP-2507 will become restless, and begin attempting to exit containment. Phrases such as 'I'm bored', 'when will mom pick us up', 'can we watch cartoons?' and 'you look tasty.' are common. Researchers have noted that when in this agitated state, SCP-2507 instances become much more aggressive towards one another, sharply criticizing the appearance, behaviors, and cephalothorax of the instances lower on the social hierarchy.

Addendum: On 4/18/1987, the eldest instance of SCP-2507 began to display previously unknown biological functions. It shed its exoskeleton, and began to produce massive amounts of webbing. It did not appear to have any control over these functions, and body language indicated a great deal of stress. Researchers were not able to induce vocal communications.

The other instances of SCP-2507 refused to move near it, and for six days they forced the SCP-2507 instance into one corner of the containment chamber. On 4/25/1987, the SCP-2507 instance was ripped apart and killed by the other instances of SCP-2507, who placed the remains within the shed husk. It was then removed for sanitation purposes.

Interviews with the remaining SCP-2507 instances has provided no clear motive for why the killing occurred, and they have been reluctant to speak due to fear. Current plans of action to gain additional information about the killing involve interviewing individual instances of SCP-2507 in a setting apart from the "Kemberly" instance.

****[Amy Dallon/Panacea]****
The new trigger was a fucking master. A MASTER. When the ambulance arrived, the last thing she was expecting was a corpse that was still alive. When she had laid her hand on the mass of rot and bugs, she had just managed to keep herself from drooling in anticipation.

At long last she had found something of a challenge for her power, or at least something that kept her from knowing how to fix it immediately. She could not, however keep herself from yelling out in shock that the girl was still alive.

This somehow backfired as it woke up the girl, and that just so happened to be when she noticed the VERY active Corona Pollentia and Gemma that was about to, and pardon the unintentional pun, trigger.

Glancing at her, she decided to go out on a limb and see if she couldn't avoid whatever beam or shaker effect that was about to hit. Turns out however, it wasn't an area of effect blast, or a laser hot enough to melt the sun, or even a blackhole. Oh no, she had to deal with a blonde spider like creature FLINGING ITSELF AT HER FUCKING FACE!

Thankfully, Armsmaster had good reflexes and sliced the damn thing before it made eggs in her brain or something equally horrible, but that didn't stop the rest of them lunging at her as well.

While Amy was trying to keep the ungrateful fresh trigger alive, she had to dodge around the spiders that were SOMEHOW continuously coming back and mocking everything about her appearance.

To be frank, she wasn't sure if she was more pissed at the fact that the projections were trying to EAT HER or that they would. not. Shut. UP! One of those things had mocked her hair, another her robe, one even mocked her body type, and worse still, they kept coming up with new ones.

Like one of the stereotypical mean girl Cliques, they repeatedly bounced insults off of both her and each other, increasing in both juvenile wording, volume, and genuinely mean comments.

When Amy had finally kept the girl out of the danger zone, she woke her up, and as she suspected, the spiders went away. It wasn't pleasant by any means, but they just spat out webbing until they seemingly vanished.

Turning to the armored hero, and picking a strand of web out of her hair, that she 100% NEEDS to study later she looked him in the eye and gave him a deadpan glare.

"Get her into a private room and keep. her. sedated. Only let PRT approved troopers and medical officers approach, as well as her father. If she wakes up, let me know IMMIDIETLY, so I can get in there and finish healing her. I only did the bare minimum to keep her alive so that she could dismiss her summons."

Armsmaster nodded, and turned to go bring the girl to her own room. After he wheeled the girl out, Amy Collapsed, waiting for the inevitable call from some helpless nurse that needed her to heal a papercut on a E88 gangster.

 

 

Chapter 4: Hospitalization is never fun, especially when you find out your a superhero

Summary:

Taylor wakes up, digests her situation and heads home

Notes:

Wow, I am SO SORRY it took so long to port the chapter to here

****[Taylor Hebert/{Temporary_Designation=Queen_Administrator}]****
Taylor woke up to whitewashed walls, a beeping monitor and her dad by her bed. It took a moment for her to remember why she was there, but when she did, it was enough for the heartbeat monitor to start going crazy.

Her dad jerked awake, quickly looking around for the source of the disturbance before realizing what it meant. "Taylor... Oh thank god you're alright" Before she could say anything, she was gently pulled into a hug by her father.

It was... nice. She couldn't remember the last time he had hugged her like this, or even when he had hugged her at all. When he had pulled away, he just became a hollow shell of the man he once was and it hurt her to see. She didn't reach out either, because how was she supposed to approach her own father?

Her father was always the strong one, whenever something needed to get done he was always the first one someone asked. It was part of the reason he was the head of the Dockworkers Association, but all that meant nothing after her mothers death. They had both shut themselves off, so she couldn't force herself to hate him, and she didn't want to. No matter how much it hurt that he wasn't there.

Pulling away, he explained that she was found in the locker by Shadow Stalker and that Armsmaster had launched a full scale investigation on Winslow afterwards. Apparently Shadow Stalker was undercover in Winslow, looking for gang movements, and keeping anyone from attacking the school in the first place.

It admittedly stung that a Ward was in Winslow and did nothing to help her, but it did make sense. Nobody would go out of their way to help her, and a Ward couldn't endanger themselves like that, but she had been saved by Shadow Stalker in the end so she guessed someone cared. Standing up, he mentioned that he was supposed to inform the PRT the moment she woke up which took her by surprise.

Then again, a Ward was the one to find me, and Armsmaster is investigating Winslow. That's not even mentioning how I summoned... something to attack Panacea. The PRT would want to talk to a new cape. Oh my god, I'm a cape.

All of a sudden, the events of the day(?) crashed into her. I'm a cape. I got powers in the locker. I can summon some weird spider things and they attacked Panacea. The Trio gave me powers. Leaning back, and letting her head crash into the pillow, she thought about what would happen next.

The PRT knows, obviously. It's literally their JOB to know this. The hospital would know, they had to put me in a room. Dad knows. He has to. Even if nobody told him, he would be able to figure it out considering all of the PRT presence. And Panacea DEFENETLY knows, on account of my summons/projections or whatever they are, attacking her when she was healing me. I need to apologize for that at some point.
At that moment the cape in question hurried in, and shot her a look that said 'shut up, stop talking, let me do my goddamn job.' Taylor obligingly shut up, saying nothing until Panacea pulled away. "The good news is, you'll live. I went through, healed everything wrong with you, so you should be good to leave." She glanced down, a flash of pity and guilt going across her face for a moment. "You are aware you triggered right?"

This time Taylor was the one to look guilty. "Yeah. I'm sorry for whatever I created attacking you." Panacea waved her off, looking almost dismissive. "It's alright. Fresh triggers are always messy, and I can't blame you for something that you obviously couldn't control." She looked over her shoulder, then back, and lowered her voice. "But there is something you do need to know, Armsmaster was with me. He was the one to defend me from those spiders." She held up a hand, cutting off another round of apologies. "I already said it was fine, but that's not important. He's going to try and gang press you into the Wards, they do for all fresh triggers, ESPECIALY Masters. But I want to let you know that no matter what, they can't force you into joining the PRT if you don't want to. Not only are you underage, so they need your parents permission, but you can also choose to be an Independent. Power testing is non-negotiable, but I think it would be necessary in any case."

"When your father and him return, he'll ask about your trigger event, but I want you to know that you do NOT have to tell him about it. It's known as the worst day of your life for a reason, and it's a very traumatic experience." She stood, raising her voice once again. "I think that's everything Miss Hebert, I'll let your father know he can come in to see you again."

She left without another word.

****[Director Piggot]****
This was a fucking mess. Winslow was bad, everyone knew that, but apparently only a few people knew just how bad it really was. After having someone trigger in the very school a Ward was stationed at, which was bad enough, Armsmaster launched an investigation so as to figure out how it happened.

Turns out, they might have been better off not looking into it at all, because what they found complicated EVERYTHING. Corruption, incompetence, and one of their Wards participating in a year long bullying campaign that caused the fucking trigger in the first place. The teachers were being arrested, Blackwell was about to be Lynched, and Sophia's handler and youth guard representative were both being placed on the chopping block.

As for the actual Ward? Nothing. Piggot would be the first to admit she had issues with Parahumans. However, she would also be the first to admit that the incompetence of normal humans were often just as bad if not worse. She had gotten a phone call from the Director-Costa-Brown saying that under no circumstance would Sophia be confronted, or Taylor Hebert be informed that one of their wards was one of the bitches that caused her to trigger.

When she had questioned the director, the answer she got just pissed her off more. Apparently, Taylor Hebert caused all of WEDGDG to quote "Cry and ask for forgiveness from any and all higher powers." and that she was to be recruited at any cost. The only reason Emily hadn't said "Fuck that" and sent an entire squad to capture her, was because the Director said that once Hebert was under their wing, Sophia would be in the hypothetical equivalent of the Birdcage.

Hitting a button on her desk, the Director sent for Sophia to be sent to her office immediately where she could give the good news.

Shadow Stalker had taken it surprisingly well. That is to say, she didn't immediately attempt to strangle her, and just started yelling that "They had no proof" that she "Wanted both a lawyer and youth guard representative" and that she was "Their most effective Ward, and it would be a waste to bench her like that."

Emily wasn't impressed, and mentioned that not only had she been bullying a girl for years, she had caused her to trigger, and thus she had caused one of the most powerful capes since Eidolon to be in the hospital. If the cape in question ever found out, there would be no telling what she would do, and the PRT would let her.

This was of course, a lie, but a very effective one, as it had gotten the girl to finally shut up and stop her posturing. And accept her punishment easily. Sending Sophia out, Emily put her head in her hands and wished her Liver wasn't completely fucked so she could have a stiff drink to try and ward off the impending headache. She then realized the unintentional pun and contemplated a bullet instead.

****[Taylor Hebert/{Temporary_Designation=Queen_Administrator}]****
After explaining herself to both her father, who was furious that she had both kept the bullying a secret, and that Emma had turned on her like that, and Armsmaster, who sat in stoic silence until she had named the Trio, she was taken for once last check by Panacea. After thanking her one last time, Panacea (Call me Amy) had her asked to check in if she needed healing to which Taylor asked if she could check in to just hangout.

Amy looked stunned for a moment, before nodding and handing over her phone number. Heading out of the door, she was asked by Armsmaster if she wanted to go to her home, and come in for power testing the next day, or if she wanted to head straight there. Glancing up at her dad, she could see how tired he was, and replied that she'd come in the next day.

The drive home was quiet, but the conversation they had once they were in their own house was anything but. It had started with her father asking why she never told him. She had replied that she wanted to, but he just had so much on his plate she didn't want to bother him. He had then said she should always come to him with her problems which was when she blew up. She countered that he couldn't do anything in the first place, not that he would want to after mom died. He said that while he loved Annette, she always came first, and nothing would stop or change that. She mentioned those words apparently didn't mean shit when he had a bottle in front of him, and he angrily said he was mourning. She asked if mourning took years, or if that was just him being an alcoholic deadbeat who didn't give a shit if she came home hurt and beaten. He was shocked and asked what she meant, when she mentioned all the times she came home hurt, bruised, bullied, and all the times he did absolutely nothing. She had started lying because the bullying just made him drink more, and her having fallen down was apparently enough to make him concerned but not drink.

He said that she never said a thing about where those came from, and she had constantly given the excuse that she fell, but he was waiting for her to reach out to him. She had just stood there motionless, until she rushed forwards, crying into his arms. They stayed there for a while, apologizing and crying, until she mentioned that she was hungry. He gave a wet chuckle, and asked if she wanted Lasagna like her mom used to make. (AN: While researching, it turns out this is Fanon. I did not know that, but quite frankly, I don't know what else to make, so Lasagna it is!)

She went to bed content, and awaited the next day to come around, where she could finally be a hero.