Capítulo 2259: Flight of the Dragonfly by theantumbrae ( MHA )
Summary:
Izuku Midoriya was eight when he found himself awake at night, unable to sleep. There was a strange buzzing at the edge of his mind, a presence persistently pleading for its release. Izuku decided to let go. Then came the swarm.
Chapter 1: Destination
Summary:
A foreigner arrives, and a new strain comes into creation...
Notes:
Hello everybody, and welcome to my first fic! Now before you all begin, I'd like to state that this story is a crossover, but only in technical terms.
To sum it all up, what starts off as a simple alt-power fic will eventually morph into something else overtime, which will lead to a whole cascade of changes. I plan to do my best to to write something that you can all read without worry of lacking essential info.
Anyhow, I hope you all enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
"Careful everyone! The situation is especially dangerous today!" yelled the Battle Hero, Gunhead. The hero was acting as crowd control for the current fight, making sure no civilians were caught in the crossfire.
"Best Jeanist and Gang Orca have everything under control," he continued. "The villain seems to have some sort of spatial warping quirk, and it's giving them a bit of trouble. I wouldn't want anybody to get hurt now, so please stand back!"
Indeed, the scene was rather dangerous for the common bystander. Debris went everywhere in multiple directions. Whether objects were being sucked in or shot out from the holes, the villain's quirk sprouted destruction wherever it manifested. Even so, it wasn't a surprise to find an eight-year-old Izuku Midoriya right in the thick of the action.
Behind the barriers the heroes had set up, Izuku was eagerly watching the fight. But from Gang Orca's sonic screeches to Best Jeanist weaving in and out through the villain's defenses, it wasn't long until the villain was defeated.
"Wow, so cool!" exclaimed the green-headed boy."But what exactly was that villain's quirk? Gunhead had said that it was spatial warping, but it has to have more than that. Objects were coming through every now and then. Perhaps some sort of portal creation? But then there were those sucking attacks. Portals to space?" He quickly began writing down his observations of the battle into his notebook, his constant muttering going through all the details he saw of the battle. Suddenly, a voice from behind addressed him.
"Hey kid, you all right?"
"Huh?" Izuku took a glance at the woman that had spoken. "I, oh, uh… yeah. I just get a little excited whenever I see a hero fight, is all. Nothing to worry about."
"Ah, I know what you mean kid. It's always a sight to see the heroes in action." The stranger took a pause, considering Izuku's appearance. "But, on the other hand, I couldn't help but notice your uniform. Don't you have school or something? You'll be late if you don't hurry."
Izuku's eyes widened in realization. "Your right! Thanks miss. I've got to go!"
The woman laughed. "No problem kid. Now get going!"
Izuku started his way toward his school, departing from the scene of destruction left behind by the villain's quirk. However, unbeknownst to him, something was amiss with the world. While Izuku had arrived to the fight by himself, he wasn't alone - not truly - when he left the scene for school. And he wouldn't be for a long while.
The day had been going great for the most part. First was that fight with that strange villain in the morning. It was an enlightening experience, giving Izuku a nice problem to solve given the villain's quirk. Something to add later to his notebook, in fact, to think about for future reference.
And then there was school. Kaachan had seemed more subdued than most days; he didn't even bother to cause any trouble with anyone during recess or lunch. Izuku was intrigued with the uncharacteristic change, but not enough so to ask Bakugou directly. That was never a good idea, afterall. Not ever since Bakugou had changed.
It wasn't until after school when Bakugou had spotted a girl sitting on some steps, twirling a piece of paper up in the air with her quirk, that he acted up to his usual self.
"And what of it Deku!? What are you gonna do about it, huh? You don't even have a quirk!" yelled the sandy haired boy known as Katsuki Bakugou. The other two at his side, a boy with wings and another with extendable fingers, voiced their agreement.
"But Kaachan, that's wrong! Hurting other people is bad!" Izuku responded. He was standing in front of the girl, another victim of Bakugou's sudden craving for violence. She was sobbing, the piece of paper she had been playing with burnt to a crisp. Izuku had stood tall, having rushed in to prevent another attempt of his friend releasing an explosion onto the girl.
Bakugou continued to glare at him. Izuku decided to further his words with his friend. "Don't you want to be a hero?" Izuku continued.
Bakugou's eye twitched. "Shut up! You useless, quirkless Deku! What right do you have in telling me what to do?!" He stopped, a grin appearing on his face. "In fact," he raised his hand up, lights and small trembles emitting from his palm, "since you're so interested in blocking her from my blast, why don't you take it instead?" Bakugou suddenly charged up another of his explosions in his palm and unleashed it point blank in Izuku's face. Izuku stumbled to the ground. The girl, seeing the opportunity for escape, ran away with no care for her savior. The two accomplices of Bakugou laughed up a storm.
"Not so tough now, are you Deku? Why don't you just crawl on home now, huh? You'd do the world a favor." Bakugou and the other two walked away, leaving a stunned Izuku upon the ground.
Izuku laid there for a while. He stared up at the sky, watching the clouds roll by and listening to the vivid ambiance of the cityscape around him.
He didn't know how long it had been, but he eventually got up from his position on the ground. He went to look at himself in a nearby puddle. His breath hitched as he looked at his reflection, a slight tear coming upon his eye. It was a reminder of what had just happened - of what had been happening for quite some time now. A tear dropped into the puddle, the splash distorting the image of his face.
Not… not yet. He thought. I just need to get home first. Then I can…
Izuku felt at his face. It wasn't too bad. It stung like the stings of a dozen hornets for sure, and it was a bit red from what he had seen, but he'd received worse. If anything, Kaachan had been more mild in his aggression than most days. Izuku picked up his backpack - the same All Might one he had had since he started school - and headed off towards home.
He thought about other things during his walk. The way the wind blew on his face, the sound of water as it flowed, or the endless sounds of the people that passed him without a care in the world. Even the savory taste of the katsudon that Mom made. It wasn't long before he found himself at his doorstep.
He opened the door and called out, "Mom?"
There wasn't an answer.
She must still be at work, then. Of course, considering how things were going. Mom has been having trouble for a while now. It doesn't help that... dad has never been around, but we're getting by, I suppose.
Izuku then found himself in his room, a darkened place littered with All Might paraphernalia and other hero merchandise. The place acted as a refuge from the reality of the world. A reminder of things that could be, that things could get better.
He walked over to his bed, and collapsed atop its surface with all the effort of a puppet cut from its strings. It wasn't long before the sobs rang true. The proverbial dam that hid his emotions for so long allowed itself to open, pain and hurt all hurdling out and slamming in full force.
Ka—Kaachan hurt me again. He… He didn't even hesitate. He—Why did it hurt so much? Weren't we friends before? Why? Why? Why? Why? What changed? Did I do something? Did I— I just… I just wish that we could— It… it was all too much. Why—
A jolt of darkness.
Two massive beings, swirling in an endless void. Shrinking ever so slightly, shards and pieces falling off one by one. Each piece jettisoned in its own way to-and-fro. One had set its course for its destination below, but something came in its way. A bridge was gapped, a connection formed, but just as quickly sealed, closed off. But that was enough. The being had gone through. It seemed hesitant, confused, observing its new surroundings. But it made its decision, darting away into the unknown. It reached out, moved, aiming for a new destination, landing just above hi-
Things. Millions and millions of things. Beneath the ground. In the sky. Within the walls. It was too much. Too much. Handle. Too handle . Too—And then again came darkness.
Izuku bolted up from his bed; hard, heavy breaths filled the eerie stillness of the room. He looked over to the window. It was dark.
I fell asleep? A nightmare? But it felt so re—
A buzzing sound found itself emerging from the back of his mind. A gradual buildup of static, scratches, chitters, and the like. It was… He could… he could feel them. Feel them all. Their many legs dragging their bodies, eyes swirling the world to a strange kaleidoscope, hardened exteriors bumping and interfering with their surroundings. The buzzing was begging for a release; a function jammed from its task. Almost as if a response to his current state.
He let it be. And released.
And he screamed. They were everywhere. Ants, bees, hornets, spiders. They covered the walls, arriving in through the vents and the window held ajar. Making their way from the farthest reaches of the darkness towards his person. Converging like an army in unison. Then he heard something else.
A yell in the distance. "Izuku! Don't worry, I'm coming, baby!"
He reeled in panic.
Mom. She was home. Of course. Of course she was home. She couldn't see this, see him like this. The insects, the bugs, she would—what would she think? He closed his eyes. Looking for a way out. For something that could get him out of this horror.
Please, he begged, please, go away! Go!
"Izuku!" The door slammed open.
"Mom! Wait! Don't—"
But he had felt it, and they had responded long before the door had opened. When he opened his eyes, when he had found his mom at his door, he found that the various creepy crawlies had retreated back into the depths, disappearing into the shadows and the outside, leaving no evidence of the presence behind. Nothing left that would hint of anything wrong. Izuku stayed there, upright and with wide, unblinking eyes.
"Izuku, honey, are you okay?" She walked up to his bed and hugged him.
He turned his head toward her. "I…" I can't tell her. The insects, the bugs... All over the walls, all over the sheets, crawling all ove— "I… yeah, mom. It was… Just…nightmares."
"Oh honey," she cooed as she rubbed his back in slow, gentle circles. "I'm so sorry. But you don't need to worry now. I'm here."
Yes, everything was fine, now. All fine. Mom was here, and the insects were all gone. For now, he'd forget all about it. For now, he'd sleep.
Notes:
There we go everyone. My first fic, up and running. This little idea came up in my head and I decided "eh, why not," and well, here we are. And in case you aren't aware, I've taken inspiration from a rather spectacular web serial called Worm.
Actual factors from that universe won't necessarily be taking up the big stage, but rather are going to be influencing events in more... subtle ways, you could say. In truth, these changes won't be the focus of the story, and events will mostly be centered around Izuku as a whole.
Any esoteric elements from Worm will be explained in time, so there is no need of previous knowledge to read this.
Anywho, I'm open to all thoughts and opinions, and would like to know what you all think!
And as per request by the great Wildbow himself, I'd like to mention that the characters, setting, and ideas of Worm are of no possession of mine, but belong to the wondrous John C. McCrae.
Thank you all for reading. 'Til next time!
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