It was almost too much.  A huge part of her wanted to call Skitter, to get some guidance, to order supplies and defer on the harder problems, like the bodies.

Ah. So while they have access to phone contact with Skitter, they haven’t used it yet since Burnscar?

Another part of her was scared to.

She dialed another number instead.

Ooh, who are we about to meet?

Or maybe it’s one of the other Undertravelers?

“Yes?” the voice was deep.

Coil?

She was put in mind of being a little kid, calling a friend and hearing an adult on the other end.  It felt awkward.  She sort of resented it.

That is a really good analogy here.

“I’d like to talk to Bryce?”  It came out as more of a question than a statement.

Ohh. I guess the deep voice is one of Lisa’s Coildiers.

“One moment.”

She watched with the phone pressed to one ear as Charlotte recruited some of the older children to prepare dinner.  They started putting things back in cabinets, ordered not by the type of food, but by how long it would last.  One of the children found a cutting board and began to cut lettuce.

That’s child labor.

But y’know, since they’re there, I suppose. It’s not heavy child labor. Nothing schools don’t make kids do.

“Sierra?”

“Yeah,” she answered.

“Well?  What do you want?”

“Checking up on you, moron.”

Heh.

“I’m fine,” Bryce said.  He managed to sound sullen.

You sure?

She crossed the room to approach the kitchen counter and mimed proper cutting technique for the ten-year-old that was preparing the lettuce.  It wouldn’t do to have the kid lose any fingertips.  Or maybe she was sensitive to the idea while talking to Bryce.

Also fingertips make a terrible addition to the soup, unless your name is Siberian.

She felt like she should say something, but the words didn’t come to her.  Had he been a mean-spirited lecher of a drunk?  Someone who’d worked hard at whatever job he could find to support his family, then drank his worries away with his buddies after a shift?  A lonely man without anyone to care for him?

A runaway from a circus? Maybe he worked at the carousel, ‘cause he looks a little dizzy.

What do you say for someone you didn’t know at all?

She considered a simple ‘sorry’, not necessarily because she felt guilty.  She was speaking more for the fact that she couldn’t do more for him, and apologizing on behalf of the random, senseless events that had taken his life.

That’s definitely a feeling Taylor can empathize with, except she’d feel guilty for those random, senseless events.

“Next?” Jay asked.

She looked at him.  He was tired, but she didn’t see any signs of the same emotional drain she was experiencing herself.  He’d been a gang member in the ABB, had preyed on others, maybe even killing.

He’s used to this kind of thing.

Sierra on the other hand is just a young woman who got involved in this life out of desperation.

This job didn’t faze him in the slightest.  Behind his shaggy hair, his narrow eyes were cold, uncaring.  He could have been carrying groceries for all he seemed to care.

Jay. Jay no. We’ve had enough cannibalism for a while.

It creeped her out.

That is very fair.

Re the last Survival of the ForestF ask, I don’t think that’s actually a factor very often. When a species is threatened by overpopulation the usual evolutionary result is that they start eating each other’s babies.

Survival of the ForestF: The woodiest’s right.

Ah, yeah, that makes sense. Hell, that’s probably something Taylor should be familiar with – don’t spiders do this? Among other arthropods, I suppose.

Amy and Siberian are playing doctor tag wrong. When Siberian eats one of Amy’s fingers, it’s Amy’s turn to run after Siberian while holding a hand on the wound.

Seriously, girls, this game is not that hard to keep track of the rules for.

But I’d also be trying to use microbes to form some kind of defense.  I’d be reaching out for algae or other plant life I could use to obscure my retreat.

Hmm. That might work?

Something to produce an opaque gas, to block line of sight or give me hiding places.

Ohh, yeah, that makes sense.

There might be a limit to how much she can change at once while running, though.

Amy had far, far more versatility than I did, and I had little doubt she’d be able to mimic my power with a little time for preparation.

How? Change the bugs to have, like, biological radio antennae or something?

With some forethought, preparation and strategic thinking, she was capable of holding her own, getting away.  She had so much potential.

I do wonder if this is, to some extent, Wildbow pointing to how good she’d have been as an alternate main character. :p

I mean, obviously she wasn’t good enough for him to stick with her, or I’d be reading a story called “Guts & Glory” rather than “Worm”, but I get the sense that he did like her.

But Amy Dallon wasn’t that sort of person.  She hadn’t gravitated toward front-line combat, nor had she gotten in any real fights, to the best of my knowledge.

Closest she’s gotten might be against you, actually.

When Leviathan had hit the city, she’d stayed behind to give medical care instead of using her power against him.  Now she was panicking, up against an unstoppable enemy and an inevitable fate, and she didn’t have the tools, mental or otherwise, to hold her own.

Yeeah. Like I was saying between chapters, she’d be dead in no time if it hadn’t turned out Siberian plays with her food and eats it bit by bit.

Siberian would catch her and release her over and over, taking her apart piece by piece.  Eventually the blood loss would mean Amy couldn’t run any more.

And then it’d be over.

I glanced at Grue.  He was tense, rigid enough that I could see his stillness through the darkness.  Anything I’d say to him would hurt more than it helped.

Ah, yeah, I can’t imagine he’s too happy about another assault like this, after how the last few went for him.

I turned my attention back to Amy and Siberian, looking through the binoculars.  Instead of addressing Grue, I told Sundancer, “Nothing we can do.  But I think Siberian is going to-”

Bite a finger off?

As if she’d heard, Siberian closed her mouth.  Amy recoiled with her whole body, pulling away, and Siberian let her go, giving her a little push.

“Go, try again!”

Also Siberian is one of very few parahumans who could get away with this. It’d be so easy for Amy to fuck Siberian up as they went for the finger if not for Siberian being immune to powers.

(Which presumably only applies to the monochrome body.)

As her quarry stumbled and started to run, Siberian simply stood there, waiting.

So, how high do they count?

Amy Dallon ran for her life.  It wasn’t the kind of run one saw in marathons or anything like that.

Damn it.

Well, on the bright side, this means more Amy! For now, anyway. It might also mean no more Amy if things go bad.

It was mindless, panicked, like a herd animal in a stampede.  She took the easiest and most obvious paths available to her, stumbling as often as not, her sole and all-consuming purpose being to put distance between herself and her pursuer.

Amy isn’t the POV character here, right? That would be unprecedented in at least two ways. This description is what Taylor is seeing or (more likely, as they want to stay out of Siberian’s line of sight as long as possible) sensing through her bugs, I’m assuming.

Her left hand was cradled against her chest, the very ends of her pinky, ring and middle fingers missing.  Was that intentional?  Harming the healing hands?

Ohh, is it like hangman, in that Siberian eats you bit by bit each time they catch you?

That would explain why Amy’s still alive.

Siberian didn’t even have to run to keep up.  The chase was something she’d honed into an art.  Amy had to run around buildings, hurdle over piles of debris, and climb fences.  Siberian anticipated her movements, pushed through walls of stone, brick, wood and plaster as though they were tissue paper and ultimately took the shortest, most direct paths.

Fuckin’ cheater.

Well, at least she’s handicapping herself by not using her ridiculous speed.

If Amy happened to get a little too far away, Siberian would use a short hop to cross half a city block, often crashing through a wall or the side of a truck in the process.

It’s just a hop, skip and a jump!

Despite the sizeable fanbase, as of this moment, the only Worm porn is a single uncoloured Lisa x Brutus image. (Which I shall spare from linking to.) So there is no Siberian vore to find, let alone plenty.

Sharks: (this is, thankfully, wrong) (about the only worm porn) (i don’t think he’s wrong about the lisa x brutus thing) (that’s pretty bad)

Huh. I knew the fanbase was smaller than some of the ones I’ve been used to (though still sizable), but I would still expect porn to be at least somewhat common.

But yeah, if there legitimately isn’t any Siberian vore out there, that’s a clear breach of rule 34, meaning rule 35 comes into play: If it doesn’t exist yet, it will. It’s only a question of time.

As for Lisa x Brutus, I’m less surprised about the fact that there’s porn involving a doggo than by the fact that it’s with Lisa. I mean, Bitch x Brutus, as sick and perverse as it would be, would make sense. There’d be a clear reason why Bitch in particular would be paired up with one of her doggos. But Lisa? Why her? Is it just that the artist likes blondes, or likes Lisa’s attitude more than Bitch’s?

I’m so used to the internet being fucked up that these are the questions that run through my mind, not “why with a dog?”

non-sexual cannibalism” I hadn’t consciously considered the concept of sexual cannibalism until now. Thanks a lot, Krixwell. Also, I wonder if Siberian’s cannibalism is sexual?

I’m sorry to be the one to introduce you to this, but I only mentioned that because it’s a Thing™. It’s called “vore” and it’s a kink that’s… surprisingly mainstream and somewhat memetic.

I’m not into it myself, despite any rumors this denial and my insinuation that there’s cute vore might start, but it really would not surprise me if some of the artists that are have in fact managed to make some of their art super cute in spite of (or perhaps to some, through) the subject matter.

I’m sure there are some who would debate the finer points of any distinction there may be between vore and cannibalism (I think I’ve seen the argument that it’s only cannibalism if the person who is eaten is digested? also from what little I’ve seen, they usually go down alive, defying all laws of how much space there should be in the digestive system), but yeah, “sexual cannibalism” is pretty much the gist of it.

Oh yeah, and for the question at the end: I doubt it in canon, but I’m sure there’s plenty of Siberian vore porn out there somewhere. I mean, naked chick who eats people “for stimulation” rather than because she’s hungry? I’m really no expert, but that sounds perfect for the vore fans.

Fanart commentary time! Today’s theme: It’s hard to truly appreciate just how freaky Crawler looks before you’re sent a bunch of fan interpretations.

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fatsmagoo: Like I was just saying and will likely repeat a lot in this post, Crawler looks freaky as hell and it’s hard to appreciate just how freaky he looks until you see art like this. I love it.

The rest of the Nine also look quite good here – especially Shatterbird with her majestic glass “wings” and Cherish with the most natural pose – but it’s undeniable (for me) that the super-detailed Crawler is the MVP of this one.

(I trust the five-year-olds that surely read this blog about a story that is in no way for kids will take care not to look at Siberian’s naughty bits.)

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And then DerTodesbote is here to reinforce it with not one, not two, but three amazing pieces focused on this freak. The shading and details are fantastic, and I love how scary DerTodesbote made him look. 🙂

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scarfgirl: I could see this one being used in heraldry. Man, screw lions and dragons, whoever puts this beast in their heraldic achievement is clearly the awesomest noble around.

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Also scarfgirl: And there’s the more adorable, relaxed Crawler!

Overall, the style in this one is quite distinctive, with the cartoonish bobbleheads. I like it! Also, I appreciate the inclusion of Hack Job, though he himself seems less excited about it.

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Gar-a-ash’s Crawler design reminds me a lot of a t-rex with too many limbs. I suppose that’s not an inappropriate comparison for him – he’s probably just as dangerous, if not more.

Turns out Crawler’s origin story is Jurassic Park.

I like the scribbly style of his surroundings, highlighting that the focus is on Crawler himself.

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silentstranger: I feel like this style really highlights the monstrosity of the Nine, with the facial expressions. Even Bonesaw manages to not be adorable here, and that’s just blasphemy.

Still, though, that’s not really a bad thing. This is definitely an important side of the Nine, and it’s good to see that represented as well.

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Pabel and Nine: Damn, Burnscar looks badass in this one. That’s a bit different

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design than I’ve usually seen, and it’s a really cool one.

All of them look really good – besides Burnscar, I particularly like the expression and hair on Siberian (conspicuously the only one here without a full-body shot for reasons I think I’ve got a good guess at), which is probably the most distinctively Pabel and Nine-ish part of this image.

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Abyranss: You know, I think I’ll pass. What’s that, Shatterbird? You say I don’t have a choice? Dammit.

…oh my cod this piece is so adorable once you look a little closer.

We’ve got Crawler with an axolotl face, Burnscar being beautifully crazed (in a way that reminds me of someone), Cherish looking so done, Siberian chomping on a leg in possibly the cutest depiction of non-sexual cannibalism ever, Jack staring into the eyes of Oni Lee’s decapitated head like he’s gonna kiss it in front of an erupting volcano, Bonesaw, and Mannequin having a cute little drawn-on smile (probably done by Bonesaw). This is beautiful and I love it.

So yeah, that’s all the fanart I’ve got for now. This was a good batch!