Once he realized that she was in as much, or perhaps more, pain, he had changed from(and there really wasn’t a nicer way to think this) a moping wreck, to an irreplaceable pillar of support. He always told her the value of a good night's sleep.ĭad had been the one to pull her together after mom’s death. Taylor had decided that night to ignore her power’s oddities, as she looked at the puddle that had formed on her way home, in favor of going to sleep. Taylor wasn’t exactly sure what had startled her more after the wrench popped into existence the wrench teleporting to her hand, the janitor opening the door to her left, or the fact that she was in front of her house five seconds later. “I make healing boxes,” Taylor murmured to herself "that come from killing bugs?"īut then, her power’s oddity presented itself to her again, and after killing a few more bugs, this time on purpose, a wrench appeared. It had looked like a first-aid kit, about the size of a tissue box, but when she went to pick it up to examine it, it vanished. However, as she was stepping out of the locker, she stepped on one of the bugs that had been… present… and something popped out its body. She knew that most parahumans generally had one or two powers, and she had initially thought of herself as a Brute after head-butting herself out of her locker and not wincing in pain. On one hand it got her away from what she considered to be a place 'not to be mentioned ever again', but on the other it was really fucking weird.Īt the moment, Taylor had no idea how her powers were related to one another. Taylor wasn’t sure what to think of her powers. No knowledge of Nuclear Throne is needed.
A/N:This is my first attempt at fanfiction, but the plot bunnies were stronger than my desire to lurk, so here we are.
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