Fanfic #48 The First Endbringer by Akallas von Aerok (Worm CYOA SI, Endbringer SI)

This is an si oc as the first endbringer. This starts way before canon and in a different area, so there's a lot of world building. I don't want to give too much away, but the mc is an endbringer so he's not exactly a good guy.

Synopsis: I am the First Endbringer. Yeah, that's … how much I changed shit up.

Rated: M

words: 63k

https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/the-first-endbringer-worm-cyoa-si-endbringer-si.763454/reader/

Here's the first chapter:

1987 October 15

My arrival on Earth Bet wasn't in a dirty alley, in the middle of the ocean, or even in Birdcage.

It was me falling towards the Big Apple from the stratosphere.

Yeah, imagine my face when I realized that.

From my point of view, a few things had happened.

First, I had been more or less transported from reality into a fiction world. The transition felt kind of like diving into a pool from a springboard, except there was no water and only skin burning particles flying faster than I was.

Two, the part responsible for this atrocity shoved a long piece of paper during transit and told me to complete it in 5 minutes or die in-between universes. I promptly completed it after spending 30 seconds ranting.

Three, as soon as I completed the Worm CYOA Update Gimel, I found myself popping into the sky and gravity took a hold of me.

Screaming and panicking, I did the only thing I could think of in that situation that would have gotten me out alive without seeing me splattering on the streets of New York City or getting gutted by one of the points of the skyscrapers that dotted the place. I tried to use my power.

Except it didn't work, me using powers.

The realization that I was certainly going to die was good enough of a trigger event because BOOM, I Triggered with my powers.

But you know something about Triggering? It also forced you to use your powers for the first time.

So guess what happened?

I changed. My body warped and became … something else. I certainly noticed that my skin was grey. I didn't even get to process what was happening to me before … I kind of grew. My body exploded outwards instantly, and where there was once just a grey-skinned me, something else took its place.

It was big.

And that big me crashed into some poor skyscraper at Mach 1. My "attack" promptly flattened the skyscraper in seconds and caused others around it to collapse as the shockwave rumbled throughout the sky.

'Ohhhh shit…' I thought to myself as I stared around me. I stood at the epicenter of a huge mess that was once part of Manhattan Island. The buildings around me laid flattened, people screamed for help, and people screamed at me in horror.

I knew that I must have looked scary. I had four arms, a tattered shroud over my head that exposed my face-mouth through the hole in the shroud, and I was over like fifteen stories tall.

I tried to speak but I realized that I had no voice.

There were people stuck in the rubble. I tried to help them - and I had four arms to do it, so there's that. I moved forward to clear the rubble, only for my hand to get smacked away by a pebble?

I drew my hand back and looked at what tossed my hand aside. It was … a flying woman with a cape and a white tower on her chest. She wore a helmet and -.Wait. Okay, I'm in Earth Bet and I was just attacked by someone who fits the description of Alexandria-.

My metaphorical eyes widened as Alexandria slammed herself into my chest and tried to lift me up. In my mentally stunned state, I didn't respond but she tried once and then twice before giving up. Instead, she punched me again.

'Wait, wait! I'm not an enemy!' I tried to say and show with my hands out.

Apparently, that was not the right thing to do because a green cloaked man and a laser shooting man came flying out and attacked me together with Alexandria.

Oh God, it was the entire Triumvirate.

I tried again. I didn't want to fight! I raised my hands up-.

"SQQUAAAAA!!!!" I squawked in surprise when Eidolon did something and I found myself pushed back.

That was how the First Endbringer Battle started.

A slapfest between three determined heroes and a confused Endbringer.

The battle was "fierce" and "long" (because of how long I spent trying to escape the goddamn city) and "explosive" (because Eidolon caused so much collateral damage!). In the end, though, it was my "victory" because the Big Apple burned in great firestorms and the Triumvirate laid defeated and broken after I used [Sandbox] to convert all nitrogen around me into oxygen, causing the three breathing human heroes to unconsciousness by oxygen poisoning.

I quickly left after that, diving into the sea and disappearing from everyone's sight.

I later learned that they named my Endbringer form as "Abaddon." Considering what choice I made in transition from my world to Earth Bet, it was quite ironic to me.

1990 March 25

Life had been tough for me. After fleeing from burning New York City, I had shrunk myself and snuck into Philadelphia through the waters.

Unfortunately, I looked less like a human than a chimp with my grey skin and short dorsal spinal fin like some kind of dinosaur or shark. I stuck out like a sour thumb, but I knew what to do! I was a "Case 53," a Cauldron vial vibing desperate who got their memory erased and dumped on Earth Bet. I just had to play up the Case 53 act and live my life.

I became Philadelphia's first known case of Case 53.

Too bad the authorities were a little bit too trigger happy after NYC's burning, right?

I ended up having to run for my life so often in the cities - because I had zero wilderness survival experience, I had to stick to the cities. After taking one too many potshots taken at me and spending more than one night crying over wound as I dug out bullets, I ended up going a little bit … intense.

You see, as a non-Endbringer parahuman, I had two powers. The first was the more useful Pocket Space, which allowed me to steal food and money to survive. The second was the more lethal power: Remote Transfer. It allowed me to teleport objects in my hand to somewhere in my sight initially, but as I used it more, I could teleport objects to places I was extremely familiar with.

Well, when cops shot at me for the fifteenth time, I snapped and started teleporting rocks into their heads.

1990 December 9

The Triumvirate came calling for my head after I killed too many cops and even a local hero.

In my defense, the local hero tried to kill me with a chainsaw. Something about me killing his wife. I responded by teleporting a pen I was holding into his forehead.

Anyway, when I heard that the Triumvirate was coming, I fled like my life depended on it.

If it were so easy.

I saw them coming from miles away, and I knew that I couldn't defeat them in my base human/Case 53 form.

I did the smart thing. I hid and then transformed.

And thus, the Second Endbringer Battle broke out in northern Philadelphia.

I looked straight at them the instant I transformed and I wasted no time. I let my powers reach out and give me options. Using [Power Mimic], I mimicked Legend's power.

The Triumvirate engaged me, and I [Sandbox]ed the world to my will. I did the opposite of what I did last time; I removed all of the oxygen gas where my power did affect and turned nitrogen into gaseous sulfuric acid. Other parahuman capes tried to help, but most of them couldn't even get into a mile range of me without feeling the effects of the acidic air.

Hearing Legend scream as his skin and lungs corroded from being in contact with the gaseous acid gave me satisfaction. Maybe it was because he shot my metaphorical crotch the last time we fought. I then shot him with copies of his own lasers from one of my hands.

Predictably, Alexandria came rushing in.

I was a little bit confused and shocked last time.

Now, not so much. Using my Endbringer body, I punched her. She promptly got hit - because I was faster than her somehow - and sent her flying for miles.

Eidolon dropped a black hole on me, but my [Sandbox] was still active and the black hole was within my range. I promptly did the power equivalent of select and ctrl-F4. I tried to copy a lot more powers but my power informed me - more through feelings than actual communication - that I could only have as many powers as I had hands. Since I had four and [Sandbox] required a hand to use, I copied two more powers: Jack Slash and Number Man's powers.

From there, the fight only went worse for the Triumvirate. Jack Slash's [Sharp Persuasion] allowed me to see all of the moves they were going to make and Number Man's [Geometrification] allowed me to see the exact movements of all objects.

That isn't to say that I did well. It was just that my Endbringer form allowed me to dish out explosive amount of damage while taking basically none in return. I didn't have to breath but the Triumvirate did in the toxic sulfuric acid and oxygen-less air. My body got tougher the deeper they carved in. I had more powers than them combined.

It was also that this was in the early stages of their Triumvirate teamwork, so there was a chance that I was fighting a not yet effective Triumvirate. That may change decades later.

Six hours in the battle, I decided to end it.

I was pissed at Philadelphia for its trigger happy cops. I was pissed because I was constantly on the run. I was pissed at the Triumvirate for chasing me. I was pissed at the world in general.

I snapped.

And I snapped the world with me. In a three mile radius around me, I turned the world back to its primordial form. Volcanoes formed and erupted in minutes, air grew increasingly toxic from the volcanic fumes and my conversion of regular atmosphere, and temperature spiked to uninhabitable heights.

Philadelphia burned and the Triumvirate lost once more.

Second time in a row, I stood victorious over the Triumvirate, but again, I was forced to run.