Chapter Text
Written: May 18th - 27th, 2026
Published: May 28th, 2026
- Home -
I sigh with content while rubbing my belly, a smile on my face. "Dinner was delicious as always mom." She rolls her eyes and waves me off playfully, I smirk at her with amusement. She can never take a compliment. "I'll do the dishes in the morning, let everything soak overnight." I tell her and she nods her head with a smile, finishing up her taco salad she made. She has her own spice mix, none of that pre packaged shit from the grocery store. And she makes her own tortillas. I look to my dad who continues to eat silently, stabbing his fork into the mixture, the man having not said a word all night. Wonder what's wrong.. bad day at work?
"You gonna go read, hun?" My mom asks before shoving a forkful of the salad into her mouth and I snap back into the conversation.
"Yeah, I'll see you in the morning before I head off to work." I stand up from my seat and walk over to my mom, kissing her on the cheek. I walk over to my dad and give him a hug, he just grunts which makes my brows furrow. He's acting weird. I think to myself with confusion. "Night, Dad." I tell him with a warm smile.
"Night..." He mumbles out and I squint with suspicion. Usually when men act off it means... Is he cheating on mom? I think with a slight glare, shaking my head and making my way to my bedroom.
Closing the door behind me, I walk over to the window and crack it open. Smiling to myself when I breathe the fresh air. I do my nightly routine of going pee and brushing my teeth before laying down in bed holding my phone. Opening my favorite website to read, I read till about 2am before putting my phone down. Sliding all my hair into my bonnet to keep it out of my face and from getting all tangled and slide my eye mask on before laying on my left side. P
Nuzzling into the pillow and playing mental movies in my head about my favorite ships from shows and media, once I begin to get slightly drowsy I move onto my back. My mind movie begins to become splotchy as I slowly drift off... When I get even more drowsy I flop back to my left, this time with my knee raised. Zonking out instantly once my nightly ritual is complete... Not even realizing what's about to happen when the door creaks open an hour later.
- ??? -
Darkness envelopes me, chilling my insides- no my very soul with it's nothingness. Shivering violently I attempt to wrap my arms around myself and reach for my lamp- but I don't have any arms? What's going on?? Why- Suddenly I'm yanked forward with a gasp everything flying past me with light speed, landing on a plush old wood chair. I look around frantically in panic, gripping onto the arms. I have arms again! Looking down I see the entire front of my pajamas covered in blood making me confused. What happened? I think with alarmed confusion, bringing my hand to my neck and feeling something odd with my skin-
"Hewwo!" A cute voice calls out making my head snap up. Before me sits a tiny fluffy Maine coon kitten wearing an oversized galaxy print suit with a big smile on his face, his eyes made of newborn stars that glitter. I blink at it in shock. The feline is sitting across from me behind a rich mahogany desk, a Lil Tikes computer sitting in front of him which makes me squint. I blink once more at the sight and my mouth opens to speak, but I can't find the words.
"Heh..?" Is all I can manage to say to the feline who giggles at me, momentarily forgetting my neck. I look around the room and see an old money office, the shit you would see in movies.
"You have died'd! M' in charge of takin you's to another wurld! My name is Tim!" The kitten says with sparkles of excitement in his eyes, standing up on his seat tail swaying behind himself. He points to a small name tag covered in heart stickers and glitter that says 'Tim! :P'. "Dis is my first job!" He jumps up and down with fake excitement, a dark glint in his eyes. A wolf in sheeps clothing, I don't realize.
"Wait-" I hold a hand up with confusion, taking a moment to drink in his words. Hold on a minute- "How did I die??" I ask him with alarm, leaning forward in my seat. I was perfectly fine when I went to bed! I felt fine! And I'm in PERFECT health!
"Hm.. let's see.." He begins to slam his tiny kitten paws against the little tykes keyboard, tongue stuck out with concentration. 'The cow goes.. Moo' is heard from the computer making me blink. Finding the sight adorable but I remain cautious. "Ah! You was stabbed! Cross tha neck!" He looks to me with a smile full of innocence, making a slicing motion across his neck with his paw which makes me pause. Stabbed..? Did someone break in??? Is mom and dad okay??
"Can.. can you tell me by who? Please? Is my family okay??" I grip the edge of his desk with horror, hoping my family is safe.
He types some more on his computer with a cheerful hum of some song. "Your dad!" He says with a nod of his head and a smile, I blink at him in confusion. Wondering what he means by my dad. Tim sighs and shakes his head. "Your dad killed you and your mama in your sleep! Then offed himself with a gun!" He explains to me while reading the computer making a gesture of someone putting a gun in their mouth, everything around me sort of.. goes into third person almost. I lean back in my seat, eyes quivering as tears begin to rapidly form. I take a deep shaky breath and exhale with one heave.
"What the fuck- why?!" I manage to ask with panting breaths. MY MOM IS DEAD?! DAD- HE FUCKING KILLED HER?! AND ME- oh my god. That's why he was acting so weird at dinner- my eyes slowly widen in realization. He planned it. Premeditated murder..
"Erm.." Tim squints while scrolling with the large computer mouse. "Ah! He had HUUUGEEE gamblwing debts!" He says with a nod of his head, looking to me cheerfully. Dad was GAMBLING?? That doesn't- he's never gambled before?? When the fuck did THAT start??
I slump back even more in my seat with wide eyes. "That.. that fucking psycho killed us because he was in debt?" I mutter out with anger filling my veins, fists clenching in my lap. I grit my teeth hard, a tear running down my cheek. "Typical fucking white man.. Have one problem yourself and when things get tough you kill your entire family then yourself. Goddamn patriarchy- a man seeing his wife and children as goddamn objects to take with him-" I grip tightly onto the chair and curse, gritting my teeth. Tim allows me a moment to collect myself before continuing. Eyes glittering with delight at my show of suffering.
"So! You's can pick whatever world you's wanna go to! To live in! You even get a random power!" He says before slowly smirking. "Orrr you can pick your power and be given a random world! Your goal is to reach the end of da story!" Tim states after I collect myself, a smile on his face. Okay... I'll just roll with this I fucking guess... Survival is what's important.
"Will the world's or powers be something I'm familiar with?" I ask him with a raised brow, sniffling and wiping my tears away with the back of my hand.
"Mhm! Each random world and power is based off of.." he squints at his screen once more, leaning forward to read. "A fandom! The world will be randomized if you choose your power and the power will be randomized if you choose the world, but they both will remain with something you have experienced through media or stories!" He says with a nod of his head, turning to smile at me. Okay. I don't care about the where.. power is what's important.
I grit my teeth slightly, clenching my jaw rhythmically. I'll just need to live through a story right? He didn't say I needed to be *in* the story. I could figure out where I am and find someplace where nothing affects me and just wait it out. I'm not a fucking white knight going to save the princess. No. I'm the goddamn mole that built itself an underground bunker as it waits for the war overhead to finish. "If I choose my power can I make a request?" I ask him cautiously, already knowing what I want.
"That depends on what it is!" He says with a giggle, leaning forward on his desk with eager eyes
"I would like to choose my power.. im not really connected deeply to any fantasy world.. but I want to be able to bake. To create living beings with my baking, like Fidough, Dachsbun or Alcremie from Pokemon, or Gingie from Shrek along with controlling sugar.. and as for my request I want my own bakery or funds for it. I want to enter the world with an identity in place so I don't have to worry about that..." I ask him with sorrow in my eyes. I've always dreamed of owning my own bakery with my mother and aunt.. It would have been called 'The Finch Nest' because of our families last name..
"Oooo." Tims eyes sparkle with sinister ideas. "I agree! Create and bake with your imagination! Glucose Control! Anything to do with ingredients while baking or cooking!" He claps his paws with a squeal of excitement, kicking his feet in the air. He looks back to the computer and smirks. "I got just the world too! The perfect place!" He smiles to me innocently and I nod my head. "Any additional requests?" He asks me with a tilt of his head.
"Um.. No I don't think so." I shake my head no while getting comfortable in the chair.
"Alright! When you awaken you will be above your shop! You must figure out what world you are in, once you do return to your shop and all of your information will be on the table such as your backstory and birth certificate!" I nod my head in understanding and he beams. "Your goal is to get to the end of the story.. or if the story goes off the rails and can't be completed by canon than simply survive ten years as a contingency finish." He says with a nod of his head and I nod in agreement. "Goodluck Heather!~" Tim pushes a big red button and everything goes dark.
- Third Person POV -
Tims innocent facade drops and a sadistic smirk grows on his face. Voice deepening while his eyes turn into black holes. "Because you're going to need it." He snickers out with glee, pressing keys on the computer with efficiency. Not like the childish button presses before. Tim selects the world of The Boys, enjoying the sadistic nature of all the characters. What humanity would be like if there were actual super heros! Oh. He's going to enjoy this! He so enjoyed
He types into the computer, manually editing Heathers body that he formed for her in his files. Adding his special little magic to her being. A honey pot to a swarm of starving flies that will devour her until theirs nothing left but the empty clay shell.. Delicious. Tim licks his maw with a grin.
- Heather POV -
My eyes flutter open and I take a huge deep breath, sitting up with speed and looking around. I hold a hand to my heart and tears flood my eyes when I don't see my bedroom. "It.. wasn't a dream.." I say softly to myself while looking around. I allow myself a moment to cry into my pillow, smothering my sobs of anguish with the foam. Staining the pillow with my sorrow.
After about thirty minutes of mourning mine and my mother's death.. I collect myself. Wiping the tears from my eyes with a sniffle. I get out of the bed and begin to look around with curiosity. Spotting a beautiful apartment that has all of my things from my previous life in boxes... Minus any marvel or DC stuff I notice which makes my lips purse... And my My Hero merch is gone too? "Am I in Marvel or DC? Or worse My Hero?" I mumble to myself while walking around, sighing through my nose, I decide to change. Looking out the window and seeing summer like weather, I nod to myself and change into a beautiful sun dress.
Finding a stairwell that leads downstairs. I slowly descend cautiously, once I'm at the bottom I walk through the hallway and open a door.. that leads to a massive kitchen filled with industrial baking equipment. My eyes begin to violently sparkle with excitement, nose flaring with intensity. Wanting to dig my hands into some batter right away, but I stop myself. I need to find out where I am.
Exiting the kitchen through another door I step out into a beautiful bakery. Oak Wood and Green with twigs lining the walls holding sparkling lights in them. I step out in front of the glass case and hold back a sob. A male and female finch perched on the side of a nest with a chick in the middle with its mouth open. The female finch holding a croissant in its mouth to the baby.. at the bottom it says 'Finch Nest Bakery'.
Holding hands to my mouth I sniffle with a weak smile. "Only took me fucking dying to make our dream come true, mom.." I mumble to myself in the empty bakery that feels like a homey birds nest. Sitting on the counter is a phone, wallet and a set of keys. Each key labeled to what they go to. I grab the phone and attempt to open the Internet but it makes an error noise. I scowl and click the maps and it allows me. "Looks like we're doing some good old fashioned exploring.." I sigh deeply with a frown, walking to the front door with determination. Stuffing my keys and wallet into special pockets on my dress.
Stepping out of the bakery I look around cautiously spotting a busy street. Biting my lip with caution, I quickly lock the door before opening the maps app on my phone. Tapping around a few times I set this location as home so I can easily find it again.. before setting off. Apparently I'm in New York? Wonder why Tim put me here.. Am I in Marvel? Walking down the street with my head on a pivot, I slowly begin to work my way towards the more advertisement heavy area. I keep my eyes locked on the ads, hoping one of them will shine some light into my situation. I walk past a store that sells TV'S and notice they're playing the news. Pausing I watch it, hoping it will help..
And it does.
Ice cold dread floods my veins when I see the logo of Vought on one of the television screens. Vought News. "Oh fuck.. no.." I whisper with horror while staring at the screen, gripping my dress tight in my hands. "Not the world of murderous superheroes- not The Boys-" I hiss with panic in my eyes. I should have chosen the world. I think with regret, my phone dings and I hold it up. Realizing I.. got a message from Tim. Stating that all my paperwork and information is back at the bakery and I have access to the Internet again. "Alright.. we can do this, Heather." I exhale while turning around and speed walking back to the Finch Nest. "We got this. Stay out of the supes way. Simple. Mind your own business, keep your head down.. and when the time comes when Home boy gets psycho, we move to Europe." I nod my head steadfast while moving swiftly. "Middle of nowhere Europe. Mhmh. Get a little cottage and live off the land while the world falls apart. Yup." I nod with even more panic, unlocking the door doors to my bakery and rushing inside. Locking them behind me and panting.
"Time.. to become a bakery recluse." I say with a scowl on my face, making my way to the counter.. which I see a pile of documents.
Grabbing the pile I make my way back upstairs and sit down on my bed. Putting the birth certificate and social security number stuff to the side to be put in the freezer. I find a paper that says 'backstory' on it.. Alright.." I begin to read..
And.. it looks like my origin story is pretty much like the supes. I'm listed as a fucking supe in this world but Tim notes that my powers aren't from Compound V. My mother and father wanted me to become a super hero but that stopped when my powers manifested. They viewed them as useless.. They died when I turned 18, so I don't have any living relatives. Neat. I bought this place with my inheritance and have a big stash of cash from their life insurance. "Okay. I can make this work." I say with a long deep sigh. "First things first, we make our menu." I smile eagerly with a squeal, kicking my feet in the air with glee.