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In this game Worm CYOA v3 by EruptingFist00
X-overs & Worm Xover Rated: T, English, Supernatural & Sci-Fi, Skitter, OC, Words: 183k+, Favs: 465, Follows: 524, Published: Jul 23, 2016 Updated: Sep 30, 2019
136Chapter 4
Chapter 4
'Jesus, is it just me, or is this world starting to suck all of a sudden?' I thought to myself as I was given a brief rundown of what a 'Trigger' was. Which essentially when one individual is having the 'worst day', or as I simply say 'traumatizing', in which it then leads to said person coming out of the deal with superpowers after all is said and done. When I had asked if the power is related to the situation, she had responded with saying that it happens less than others expect.
Personally I have more than a few questions as to why that happens to begin with, but I can tell that now's not the time to investigate any further into the subject.
I had simply been sitting in the same position in the chair for the past five minutes. Still stuck in a sack, and Peacock is still up and about. I had only been in thought as she explained the nature of powers to one who has no idea of them. But that in itself doesn't make sense either, because I knew I didn't experience a 'trigger' obviously. But the big question is whether or not they have any means of proving that I did.
'Man, how did this place get more technical than comic book reasoning for getting powers?' I thought in irritation thinking deeply about the subject.
"-iss Hebert!" I heard someone raising their voice. It turned out to be Miss Militia again when she noticed that my attention was elsewhere.
"Hmm? Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to doze off on ya' there. Now what were you saying?" I politely asked her with a tilt of my head.
She seemed to take a breath before replying "I was asking if you knew who was responisible for what happened to you here. As I already explained, triggers are no laughing matter." she said in all seriousness.
I managed to put one of my hands through the top of the bag to cup my chin in thought "Mmmm, sorry. Wish I had names to work with, but I believe two girls of which I saw were either involved or the cause of it. Not much I can tell you about them except one's a redhead and the other was an African American skinnned girl." I told her unhelpfully.
It was after I had said this that Kid Win had added "Actually, there were three that were involved that were called up not too long before you. They should be in here about any minute."
I turned my head to him and asked "Wait, you mean the one or two that called you here in the first place?" at his nod I continued "Well if it's the same two girls that I'm thinking of, then we're gonna have words." I added sadistically at the end which creeped a good few minus Peacock, who's been asleep and snoring up a storm.
You don't simply shove someone in a locker full of shit and say, "Dude, chill! It was just a prank!" because that's mindless internet entertainment right there. This was borderline assault right here, and I'll be damned if they just walk out of here like it ain't no thing. Although I wonder about a third witness.
Right as I'd finished that thought, the door conveniently opens up to reveal the same two girls I'd met in the locker room now walking into the office in which belongs to the principal.
Without wasting another moment, I had simply turned as much as I can to get a view of them to see that they had indeed brought another person into this as well. If one was to get a look at her for a moment, the first thing that would come to mind would be the word cute. But I learned a long time ago that looks are simply a trap to catch those off guard.
The girl in question had an adorable face, along with shoulder length brown hair which was topped with sky blue pins, and wore a strappless top to go with it.
When the three met my gaze, neither of the two from my previous encounter had the same patronizing or sneering look as I'd seen. Instead they opted to look confused and or neutral to the current situation.
The woman with the bowl-cut blonde hair spoke up as she saw the three "Emma, Sophia, Madison, please come and have a seat." she said in an even tone.
I saw them move to grab the seats next to me, but rather than allowing them to do so, I opted to give them a small sneer before hopping to the floor on my feet -still in the sack- and continued to do so until I reached where Peacock was sitting. I then moved my body to nudge her awake, which had then caused her to stir awake with a yawn while outstretching her arms.
"Ahhhhh... what a good nap. Is it over yet?" the now awoke toon had asked me.
Apparently everyone else had surprisingly forgotten that the chaotic toon was also present as well if everyone else's reaction is anything to go by. I guess this isn't the weirdest thing that's ever happened but still...
I simply shook my head "Sorry, toonstar. We aren't quite done here yet," I began before I heard a noise of irritation "Now, now, no need to be that way. Tell you what, if we happen to find any villains after us at some point, I'll let you do the honors of beating them down. Tommy must be getting bored after all, right?" I suggested to her. She then looked thoughtful only for a second before she gives a full-blown grin at the idea.
"Now THAT sounds like a fun idea! You'd better hold up on your promise though, cause I'll be itchin' for a fight just like the rest of the gang!" she stated while excitedly pointing at me, the prospect of beating up other villains sounding good to her ears.
Those around us were giving us looks ranging from disbelief and exasperation. I think I have a good feeling that the heroes were the ones giving us the latter, but I'm not completely sure.
'Ugh, man. Hopefully someone is stupid enough to try and fight us, cause I don't want to be the one to face her.' I mentally sighed. Until I had a means of willing her away, she's my companion for the rest of eternity. Therefore, I need a way such as this as to keep her out of any further trouble.
Well in a way, I technically asked for this anyway. Just wish at least I had a warning before it happened.
A voice cut in saying, "Excuse me, but I believe we were in the middle of a discussion about what happened earlier." Which it had turned out to be the principal of Winslow, and right now she's giving me a stern look which I visibly waved off as it took more than that to get my attention.
But I indulged her nonetheless, "Right, sorry 'bout that. Now what were ya'll talking about?" I had asked since was most likely being rude before.
She took a deep breath, "What I was going to ask was if you could give us your side of the story." she told me, but continued "Then well ask these three," she gestured to the three other teenage girls present in the room "their side of what happened as well, so that we'll be able to narrow down as to how this even occured." she explained to me.
In response I had simply shrugged my shoulders "Seems fair to me, but I'm afraid that if your going to ask anything about what happened before I was in the locker, then your out of luck, 'cause I don't know a thing about what occured then." I added shocking the rooms occupants somewhat at the newfound knowledge.
"Miss Hebert, can you explain what you just said." By the tone in Miss Militia's voice, that didn't sound like a question. And given the looks everyone is now giving me, they too wish to know what I'm talking about.
Without a hint of emotion I simply stated "What I'm saying to all of you, is that the 'Taylor' you all knew is gone. Her mind is no longer here, and is instead replaced with me." I inwardly add that I was a guy, but I think that's the least important fact that needs to be shared.
Instantly, suspicion was in her tone as she and Kid Win looked only slightly tense for a moment, "You're not mastering her, are you? Because given what you said, that seems like the most likely result." It was here where I noticed that she had a small dagger in place of her pocket knife.
How the hell did she switch without me noticing!?
I gave her a look of confusion "What's a 'master'? Do you mean something like 'enforcing my will onto others to do my bidding'?" at her nod I continued "Good. Because that's not what happened. I literally have no fu-freaking clue how I ended up in her body. Heck, I remember going to bed and next thing I knew, I woke up in that bio-hazard of a school locker!" I exclaimed at the end.
That seemed to grab their attention as they took a small step back in shock, most likely not expecting my little revelation. No one had said a word in response as there was nothing they could add.
Honestly, this was too much stuff I felt like dealing with today. I'd rather be relaxing back home, but noooo, ROB decided he needed to troll a random individual which happened to be me. Ain't this a bitch?
So excuse me if I just want to get this shit out of the way and move on to personal matters. And it won't go smoothly if I just lowball it and try to act like someone I'm not.
I was done thinking by the time I spoke up again "But besides that little fact, I can tell you without a doubt that I was definitely trapped against my will. So anyone that claims it was a prank is a fu-FREAKING liar, because I clearly shouted at everyone to let me out and instead all I got was a bunch of laughs in return, And these two," I made a point to gesture to the girls in question "Were there when it happened." I explained to the two heroes who chose now to properly react.
The weapon switching cape seems to have reacted first when she lightly coughed in her hand before responding, "Don't worry we'll investigate this as soon as we here the story from these three." She then turned to address the girls "I expect nothing but the truth, anything else and you'll all be in serious trouble, and not just from me either." she added in a stern tone of voice. But I got the impression that it was mostly emphasized for someone rather than all three.
The redhead of their little group didn't even seem to flinch at that as she walked closer to the desk and spoke with false sincerity "Not at all, I understand. To begin with, it was just a normal day at school for the three of us, going through classes like the usual." She paused before she spoke up once more. "It was after lunch when we heard a commotion in the girls locker room. To us we heard laughing and we wanted to see what was up, so the three of us went ahead and the first thing we saw was that one locker in particular was surrounded by a big group of students laughing and pointing at it." she explained to the adult figures in the office.
The American themed heroine spoke with a hint of suspicion lacing her tone "If that's the case, then why didn't you help, or better yet call for an adult?" I couldn't tell, but I think she had her eyes narrowed as she added, "And from the way Miss Hebert was referring to you and another, as she responded negatively to you when you walked through the door."
Huh, didn't think she was paying attention to that. I mean granted that I wasn't even trying to hide it either, but it's nice for others to notice little details like that even if it was somewhat obvious. Makes me wonder if she can tell the redhead's simply acting out her part.
Hell, I may not be able to observe others very well, but even I could tell that there was more to it than what they were saying. But I wasn't able to prove anything as I have zero knowledge as to what they were doing before I was aware I was trapped. While their demeanor said otherwise, that could just be how they normally act (as shitty as that sounds) and that they truly had nothing to do with it.
'If only I simply had a moment to myself to think things through a bit more. What video game aspect would at least give me that...' I racked my brain for a solution as the other two girls were basically retelling the same events, with only minor, insignificant details due to their switch of perspective.
'Wait... break, stop...*gasp* wait, PAUSING!' I thought in realization.
That was just the thing I was looking for as I wanted to at least have a moment to myself and at least see if I could experiment and put some clothes on somehow.
With that idea in mind I once again reached for that familiar feeling of interacting with a game interface, only thinking about a specific aspect of gaming rather than a specific style of gameplay. It begins to become difficult as I still have my eyes open as to not tip off anyone in the room that I wasn't listening to what was being said.
But once again I was feeling a sensation of a mental command of sorts, like when one accesses a games menu. I didn't hesitate to reach out and 'grasp' it, and once I had done so I felt complete control over the system, but more so than what I had done in the shower.
I could 'see' the options that were available to me if that makes any sense. But in a way, it's like having access to a games console commands but if the commands were as simply as implementing any change without limit or backlash, unless I tried to mod or hack the intended game... no way in HELL am I gonna crash myself like my laptop had in the past.
The fucker could barely load emulators...
It started to become much easier once I got the hang of what certain commands meant, but they'll change once I add a different game or genre into the mix. The only change shown to me now was the fact that the game "Skullgirls" was in all caps in one part of it. But that wasn't what I was here for.
I searched around quickly before I found a command that was simply labeled 'Options', before I did a mental 'click' and searched through various columns and rows before I found a 'Pause' option. I didn't hesitate to click it the moment I saw it, which caused the button command to now be labeled as 'Unpause'.
Immediately I noticed a change in the area around me as everything took a dull black and gray coloring to everything inside the office. While the room itself didn't have much in it, there were still photos and such on Principal Blackwell's desk. But even those changed in terms of there original colors to the now void of life coloring.
The occupants themselves showed no signs of any movement as well, and one of the 'trio' had their mouth slightly parted, which was most likely due to her being in the midst of rexplaining her side of the events. Even Peacock was shaded in the same dull color of everything else around me.
Also, yeah, I had read the plaque that showed the principal's name, and for the record she'll never be as cool as my auto maintenance teacher was in my highschool. Same last name, but different gender.
God, that class was full of hilarious tomfuckery...
I quickly shook my head of those unimportant, but still nostalgic thoughts as I climbed out of the bag and let my body have a good stretch after being confined, much to my dismay. I let my legs and tail stretch in their newfound freedom. I heard a satisfying pop coming from my knees as I knelt down with both of my arms wrapped around my head.
As I stood back up and brought my attention to my surroundings again, I began to move and see what I could affect. Being naked didn't bother me now that time was completely frozen, and it's not like they would notice what I was doing.
I moved towards the desk first to see if I could interact with objects in this state. I moved my arms forward to grab a pencil off of the principal's desk, only to find that it simply couldn't be moved. Knowing that trying again was pointless I moved to the door, only to find that the knob was stuck as well, truly showing me that everything was frozen in place with no possible way of giving motion unless I allow it by unpausing the world.
While I have greater amounts of freedom like this, it's useless unless I'm in an open area most likely. But even then I doubt I'll have infinite mobility with how far I would be able to go with it.
Letting go of the knob, I retreated back into my mind once again to the feeling of a vast sorts of commands and coding that I need no knowledge to actually use most likely. Thinking deeper into my desires once again, this time I centered it around myself, or otherwise now recognized as a 'player'.
That was probably the most crucial thing that was necessary, but I completely disregarded nonetheless. What I was trying to accomplish earlier was melding a character's physical appearance with myself as to at least have some form of clothing while also retaining said character's abilities. What ended up happening, I now realize, was that I had jumped headfirst into selecting whatever game I could think of along with the selected person in question.
So instead of me (mostly) becoming the character I had desired, it had conjured up a cyber avatar with all of the character's looks and techniques. Although the only thing that surprised me was them keeping their personality traits, as well as remembering events that occurred in game.
Yeah, they were well aware of what they truly were, and it was still THAT fucking weird to me.
Now that I properly listed myself as the intended 'player', I can finally conjure up something for me to wear. But now I plan on simply going casual, but still stands out enough to be recognized. Already having an idea in mind, I promptly set up the mental commands once more.
\PLAYER NOW RECOGNIZED INTO INTERNAL SYSTEM. SAVING/
'Huh, that's something new. But I can mess with that later, back to selections.' I thought before getting back to work.
\SELECT GAME/
For the second time, I mentally typed in the game of choice.
\GAME SELECTED: UNDERTALE/
\SELECTION?/
With an idea in mind, I inserted the option with a small grin.
\YOU'VE SELECTED THE CHARACTER OPTION. WHICH CHARACTER DO YOU CHOOSE?/
My grin simply evolved into a cheshire cat smile as I simply imagined most of the fun I could have with this character.
\CHARACTER OF CHOICE: ASRIEL DREEMURR. HAVE GAMEPLAY INSERTED?/
I had a confused frown on my face in thought for a moment before I realized what it was asking me. To be blunt, it was simply asking if I'd want to use Undertale's style of gameplay for all of it's ways such as encounters or ways that we'd have to take turns when battling.
...I didn't even have to think that hard about it.
\GAMEPLAY REVOKED. NOW SWITCHING PLAYER'S PHYSIOLOGY./
Immediately, I felt the changes on my body occurring. But it happened so fast that could barely comprehend every aspect of myself being changed and reorganized to fit my intended choice. The only parts of me that I was aware were changing was my head, legs, and I think I felt something around my eyes as well.
I stumbled as I felt the changes take place, and ended up falling on my knees as it was disorienting to say the least. It wasn't an everlasting feeling mind you, but it was still enough to bring me down even if it only lasted for a second.
Thank god that it didn't involve any pain when doing so, otherwise I wouldn't have thought to do this again.
I was content on staying on my knees for the moment so that I could collect my thoughts. Because the change to my body wasn't the only thing that was affected. Because as the process began, my mind was also filled with the knowledge of what kind of magic attacks that Asriel himself would be using. To put it simply, I have the ability to do what the character himself would be using in game, and while I'm not limited to gameplay per say, I'm still limited to using only those attacks. The only reason I have for that is because since Undertale doesn't put emphasis on newly learned attacks or skills that level up with actual experience.
Or it could be the fact that I chose the boss himself, in which case it's impossible to change the already set attacks.
With an annoyed grunt, I stood back up on my two feet once again to take in the fact that I was still frozen in time.
But I was interested to see what I looked like right now to see how the changes went. So I moved around the office to see if there was any visible mirrors that I could use, but to no avail. And attempting to look through drawers would be useless right now.
Instead I opted to at least see my body outside my hands and feet.
It's as much as I would expect honestly, but I was fond of my new goat ears that were most likely fluffy looking to anyone else.
With all of that out of the way, I had no choice but to unpause and face the music.
I moved back to my chair and sat in the same spot before doing so, before I then crossed my arms for the time being. I then closed my eyes as I once again went back to the options menu before moving the mental cursor over the 'Unpause' option.
Before I could click it, I had moved one of my arms before I made a gesture for a moment.
I then said to myself "To quote another character, 'Time marches on'."
I clicked the 'Unpause' button as soon as I had snapped my fingers.
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