Infrared – 19.f

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“French fry me,” Peep said, though ‘Peep’ was only a name Imp was holding onto for the sake of stubbornness.

Candy picked up a french fry from the big bowl at the center of the room.  They were cut fat, oily and salty, and still steamed with heat, so she used her fingernails, and held it out in front of Peep’s mouth.  “It’s hot, be careful.”

Peep moved to bite it, and Candy pulled it back.

“Be careful, I said.”

“I am.”

“Be careful.”

“I ammmm!  Give me that french fry.”

“I thought the whole point of us giving you food was so you didn’t get distracted from the tinker stuff,” Chicken Little said.

The process of chasing the french fry, which was constantly pulled back before teeth or lips could get it, saw Peep’s head craning all the way back, mouth open, while Candy dangled the french fry above her.  There was a camera shutter sound, and smaller cameras around the desk opened up and whirred lightly as they turned to face the screen.  Peep typed without using her eyes.

“It’s like a baby bird, wanting its food,” Chastity observed.

“You feed baby birds like that by puking into their open mouths,” Juliette said.  “Interested, Lookout?”

“I just want a french fry!  They’re so good!”

Candy lowered the fry enough that, straining with her whole body to rise out of her seat, Peep could bite off the very end.

Aroa, soundless, reached over to the stack of rations, where packets of condiments with faded labels were stored.  She found the vinegar and hot sauce, tore them open, her eyes on Peep’s mouth as it opened again.

Imp reached over, and squeezed the bottoms of the packets.  Vinegar and hot sauce squirted out, over the girl’s gloved hands, some dribbling down onto the lower half of her costume.

The thirteen year old Heartbroken took a second to digest what had just happened, then set her sights on Peep again, reaching out-

Imp stepped into her way.  Aroa tried to walk around, and Imp blocked her again.

“What are you doing?” Roman asked Aroa.

The question prompted Peep to turn her head, mouth closing.  Candy reached around to offer the french fry, and Peep took it.

“Missed opportunity,” Aroa said.

“Ruining your costume, more like,” Candy said.  “Maybe you should start by asking Parian how to get that ketchup out.”

“That’s hot sauce,” Juliette said.

“Oooh, oh,” Darlene said.  “I see what you were doing.”

“Like I said, missed opportunity,” Aroa replied, before leaving the room.

“Thanks for the heads up, Roman,” Peep said.

This was a process.  Imp was making it a habit to sit back and watch some of the Heartbroken, because most of them were very good actors, and could put on a relatively innocent face when others were watching.  Every single one of Heartbreaker’s kids, including the unpowered, were tricky to handle in their individual ways.  Flor and Nicholas weren’t among this group of ‘graduates’ that were getting more and more slack on their leashes, so to speak.  Imp could back off, watch and see how they behaved when they thought nobody was looking, and adjust accordingly.  Throw in a few minor embarrassments and Pavlovian lessons…

Pavlovian.  It made Imp think of Samuel, and how he’d helped her refine her psychological warfare.  Shot with a tinker gun.  No longer a part of this dynamic.  He had been the closest thing she had to a calming, steadying presence.  Chastity liked to tease too much, Candy got wrapped up in whatever problem was presented until she made herself sick, and Aiden was too prone to being outnumbered, though he was coming into his own.

He’d also been one of the few she could have regular conversations with.  She had been doing this a lot since he’d died.  Letting them forget she existed, and observing.

She couldn’t ever relax, and she was even less able to relax while they were in Teacher’s old headquarters.  White walls, floors that had been white that were tracked with gritty melted snow, now, and panels above them that illuminated everything evenly.  It was too much like a hospital or lab, garish and antiseptic.  She liked the spots where things still hadn’t been repeated from the fights and wars of last week or two years ago, but those spots weren’t kid friendly.

“You put hot sauce on your fries?” Darlene asked, horrified.

Juliette was decorating her paper plate of fries using the same packets that Aroa had been fishing in.

“She puts hot sauce on everything,” Roman said.

“It’s the only way I can feel anything, with my cold, black heart,” Juliette said, deadpan.

“Yeah, don’t think I didn’t see you shaking like a leaf after I saved your life,” Roman said.  “You guy should know that’s called eighth grader syndrome.”

“That’s a lie,” Juliette said.  “And that ‘syndrome’ of yours is from Japanese cartoons, you embarrassment.”

“What does it mean?” Chicken Little asked.

“It’s something you see a lot in middle school,” Roman said.  “Kids who convince themselves they’re special or they have powers, or that they’re the coolest people alive.”

“We are special,” Chastity said, her voice dry.  “We do have powers.  We are cool, objectively.”

“And yet Julie still manages to make a joke of herself when she pretends to be cooler than all the rest of us,” Roman added.  “It’s cringe.”

“And bringing up terms from cartoons isn’t?” Juliette retorted.

“Am I going to have to step in, here?” Imp asked.  Nobody responded.  “Don’t make me, come on.”

Roman bit into a french fry, and was mid-swallow when he froze.  Juliette was also frozen, grinning, as Roman made a small cough, eyes trying to widen and failing to.

“Urrrrggh,” Imp said, aware they wouldn’t register what she was saying.  “If you force me to make a sudden appearance, tell you off, you’re going to be mad at me, you’ll resent me, I’ll have to come up with inventive punishments to make stuff stick…”

Such a pain.

“…Come on, guys.  Work this out for yourselves,” Imp said, her power still erasing her from their memories as she said it.  They didn’t seem to register it.

“Ooh, there’s relish,” Chastity said.  “You love relish, right, Juliette?  Here, I’ll put it directly in your mouth.”

“Not what I meant,” Imp said.  “Damn it.”

Juliette didn’t move, while Roman’s face changed colors.  Chastity put the torn relish packet between her ‘cousin’s’ lips, squeezing.

Juliette broke, sputtering and spitting.  Roman, too, doubled over, heaving out big, hacking coughs.

“You could have taken your win and stopped before I got there,” Chastity noted.

“I’m fine with a mutual loss if it means I get to see him choke,” Juliette replied, before spitting onto the floor.

“Maybe we should kick some people out of the room,” Chicken Little said.  “It’s rowdy in here.  Lookout’s working.”

“Gotta speak with more conviction than that, Aiden,” Imp advised.  She wondered if it would get through to him.

“He’s right.  Out,” Darlene said, her response coming after Imp’s comment, as she was dimly aware someone else was talking, and at the same time not registering that Imp was there or what the comment had entailed.

“Oh, look, Darlene’s agreeing with Chicken Little,” Aroa said, from the doorway.  Her gloves were off and she had a wet spot on her dress where she’d cleaned off the hot sauce.  “Big surprise.”

“This is supposed to be our temporary office,” Candy said.  “Out.”

“We brought the french fries, we’re bored, meet us halfway,” Roman said.  “Let us watch.”

“Out,” Candy told him, standing up from her seat.

“I’m stronger than you.  Can you really move me?”

“I could with my power.”

“Do you know how much trouble you’d get in for that?” he asked.  He walked up to her, and his chin came within an inch of touching the bridge of her nose.

Some birds around the room got agitated, chirping and cawing.

Imp sighed.  “You guys…”

“Here,” Peep said.

Candy took a step back, reached over and took the gun.  Peep motioned for her to move closer, and then adjusted Candy’s grip.  “Don’t cover up the indents where I put the screws.”

“Why?”  Candy asked, while taking a two-handed stance, gun pointed at Roman, who didn’t move from where he stood.

“Because they serve functions.  It’s complicated.”

“You could make a gun that doesn’t have that issue.”

“I could, but doing it this way gives me two percent more output and six percent more transmission range for the data collection in the grip and all I have to do is keep my hands in the right spot while holding it, which is common sense.  Don’t block strange holes in a gun.”

“Screw holes aren’t that strange.”

“Everything is strange when it comes to tinkerings,” Peep said, exasperated.

“Whatever.  Everyone who isn’t a member of the Tenders, out,” Candy said.

“I think she wins,” Chastity said.  “Out, out.”

“Taking the french fries,” Juliette remarked, picking up the bowl, and picking a few packets of hot sauce while she was at it.

“Leave some,” Candy said, turning the gun on Juliette.

“Disarm her,” Juliette said, before freezing.  Candy, too, froze.

Roman stepped forward, reaching for the gun.  Darlene jumped up, and put her finger through the trigger guard, alongside Candy’s.

They conceded to leave french fries behind.

They were such good kids, all of them.  As bad as this situation might look from the outside, all of them had come so far in the past four years.  Imp couldn’t help but feel a kind of fondness, seeing the situation end without blood drawn or powers used.  Even a year ago, this situation would have been drastically different.

“The world is ending,” Imp told the group, knowing they wouldn’t register it.  But Tattletale had said that there was a chance something might get through, when she talked to someone like this.  Past events had suggested it might be true.  “You’re all tense.  It’s good that you’re not outright murdering each other.  Let’s stick to that.”

The thirteen-and-older Heartbroken left the room.

All of this had started as a self-imposed obligation, and in a way it was good that it had happened that way.  If she hadn’t felt obligated, it would have meant she did it out of goodwill, and she hadn’t felt goodwill when she’d had to rally the Undersiders to hunt down Chastity and the man the girl had dragged off.

She hadn’t felt goodwill when she had been woken up at six am on three consecutive nights because Roman had sneaked off and picked fights he couldn’t win.

Or when Candy had nearly started a Heartbroken riot by emptying a full box of salt onto everyone’s pizza, because unadulterated enjoyment of anything had sparked her fight or flight reflexes, and yet she had still been very much an eight year old who didn’t want to see others enjoying things she couldn’t.  She’d used her power three times before running out of charge, once on Nathan, as Nathan’s third big hit from Candy, once on her big sister Chastity, and once on Valentina.  It had effectively ruined pizza night as an ongoing thing, as all three would gag or puke at the smell of the food after that.  Still did.

Things were better now.

“Imp,” Peep announced, raising her voice to be unnecessarily loud, not moving her head while pointing at a screen she couldn’t see.  “You have a visitor!”

“Who?” Darlene asked.  “What?”

Imp blinked a few times.  It wasn’t Peep’s first time pulling that stunt, but it startled her every time.

“That’s Grue,” Roman said.  “But-”

Imp focused on her power, pushing back against the erasure that her power established at all times.  Pushing herself into their awareness again.

“-who’s… ah, Imp,” Roman said.  “Hi.”

“Hi,” Imp said.  She looked at Peep, “I’m going to figure out how you do that.”

“Tinker B.S., as Tattletale puts it,” Peep said.

“Are you guys going to kill each other if I leave you alone for five minutes?” Imp asked.

“We have the flash gun,” Darlene said.

“And birds,” Aiden said, as the birds picked up in volume again.

“And birds,” Darlene clarified.

“Okay, great.  Just… keep it down.  Tattletale is napping and we maybe don’t want to remind Rachel about the puppy incident.”

Peep ducked her head down, wilting under the memory.

“Chin up.  She’s gentler than you would think.  Give it a bit of time, and if she doesn’t come around, I’ll talk to her, okay?”

“Thank you,” Peep said, mollified.

Imp gave the kid a pat on the back, then stepped out into the hallway.

Parian was there, along with Rachel, Bastard, and Doon.  And then there was Brian, or a version of Brian.

“Hi,” he said.

Same voice.  Same face.  He looked uncomfortable in the black leather jacket and jeans he wore.

“Hi,” Imp replied.  She looked around to check for bystanders, then pulled off her own mask.  “You’re not wearing the lame skull face paint anymore.  That’s cool.  You can always say Valkyrie made you do it, at least.”

“That’s my face now,” he said.  “This is face paint, covering it up.”


“And Valkyrie turned Titan.  It’s why I’m here, now,” he said.

“This is going swimmingly.  Just like I imagined,” Aisha confided in Rachel.  “My foot stuck thoroughly in my mouth.”

“That happens when you talk as much as you do,” Rachel told her.

“Valkyrie sent some of her flock out to find people they used to work with, or to help the Wardens.  She wanted some of us, me included, to stick close to her, because we had tools she needed.  Now that she’s gone, I was thinking of joining with you guys or the Red Hands.”

“They’re gone,” Parian said.  “Broken up.”

“I thought it might be that.”

“The only reason they stuck around like they did was because of the political marriage of you and Cozen,” Aisha said.  “Without that, new city, new dynamic, it couldn’t last.”

“We weren’t married,” he said.  His eyebrows drew together.  “Were we?”

“It’s a figure of speech, big brother,” Aisha said.  She took a step forward and took hold of his collar, the zipper digging into her palms.  “Why are you talking only business?  Where’s the ‘happy to see you’?”

“Y-” he started.   Again, his eyebrows drew together.  “You went and grew up.  Your face changed shape.”

“Yuh!  That does happen!” Aisha said.  She looked over at Rachel and Parian.  “I’m not crazy right?  He’s being weird?”

“He died, it’s allowed,” Rachel said.

“Big brother, Brian, bro.  I’ve been giving you your space, letting you decide when you came to us, and I kinda hoped it would be a week ago, really hoped it would be halfway through this last week when things were quieter.  But I can cut you some slack because Rachel’s totally right.  You bit it.  But you gotta meet me halfway right now, or I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Halfway is hard,” he said.  “I have holes in my memories, and I feel like my brain held onto the bad, without enough of the good.  Some… tough stuff is sticking in there.”

“Ah,” Aisha said.

She wasn’t sure how to handle that.  That was the thing with her and Brian.  Their dad had been a hardass and their mom had been an addict who’d thought Skidmark was a neat cape because he was good for a laugh.  Their dad had been there to crack down on homework, work ethic, athletics, teaching them to fight, and he’d really taught Brian all of that crap.  Aisha had learned from her mom about street smarts, dealing with the shittier side of humanity, and how much you could get away with if you didn’t give a shit.  Brian had stuck with their dad because the asshole didn’t know how to raise a girl, so he’d gotten more of dad, while Aisha stuck with mom… or learned to survive while mom did her own thing, more like.

Between the two parents, Aisha had always imagined that they’d gotten a good overall set of lessons in the ways of the world.  But they’d missed out on one key component.

“Want a hug?” Aisha asked her brother.  She saw him hesitate.  “A kiss on the cheek?  I can pat your head, Rachel’s told me that works wonders.”

He shook his head, and his smile was slight, unsure.  “No thanks.”

“I draw the line at french kisses,” Aisha told him.

“Stop,” Parian said, giving Aisha a light push on the shoulder.  “He’s saying he’s going through a tough time.”

“It’s fine,” Brian said, even though he didn’t look fine.  The lack of fine seemed to be more general than because of her.  “Aisha’s the same as ever.  That’s reassuring in its own way.”

“I read now.  Is that enough to shake your image of me and put me in that comfortable-but-not-too-comfortable territory?” Aisha asked.

“It helps,” he said.

“Aunt Rachel?”

They looked around.  Roman was leaning out of the door into the hallway.

“Oh, Aisha’s there too,” Roman said.  “Can Aroa and I go grab more food from the caf?”

“You need an escort,” Aisha said.  “Someone to keep you in line.  You guys have been antsy, and I have a bad feeling.”

“I’ll walk them down there,” Rachel said.  “I need to feed my animals.”

“Bring them back here after?”

Rachel grunted in the affirmative.

“I’m not sure I like that terminology,” Roman said.  “That you’ll walk us.  Collars and leashes for the Heartbroken?”

“Only if you make me,” Rachel said.  “But I’ll get you treats.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Roman said.

“Parian?” Aisha asked.  “Can you keep an eye on the kids inside?  They were harassing the Tenders, and if they wake up Tattletale from her nap, there’ll be hell to pay.”

“Yes.  Of course.”

“Thanks babe.  Any word from Foil?” Aisha asked.

Parian shook her head.  “We talked briefly when we crossed paths.  She said she wants space.  That’s it.”

“Okay.  Good luck.”

Parian slipped back indoors.

Leaving Aisha alone with Brian.

It was so hard to talk.  Again, that issue their parents had left with them.  They were so bad at communicating.  Their mom had ignored them, their dad had communicated by dragging them to gyms and telling them to turn their aggressions toward punching bags, with tears being deemed weakness.  Anything else was their own shit to deal with.

“Aunt Rachel, huh?” he asked, breaking the awkward silence.


“She seems… I thought after a few years of living out in the middle of nowhere on a foreign Earth, she’d cut off contact from humanity entirely.”

“Her little settlement grew,” Aisha said.  “When it gets to be too much, she goes for a trip somewhere, spends a while with a few select dogs, and trusts her team to look after the dogs she leaves behind at the camp.”

“I can’t get over the ‘Aunt Rachel’ part.”

“It started as a joke and then became serious.”

“Were you a part of that joke?” he asked.

She smiled, and she shook her head.  “Can’t take credit for it.”

“And that was Romeo.  He’s a teenager now.”

“Yup.  Roman now.  Little bastard did something very familiar, recently.  Put his life on the line to save someone’s life, in the middle of a class-S threat.”

“Like his brother.”

“I could’ve killed him if I hadn’t been so proud of him.  The jackass.  Makes my heart hurt, even now.  The kicker?  That girl was his sister.  Juliette.”

“They put each other in the emergency room, I think.”

“Yep.  They still flirt with the idea of murdering each other, but I think toying with the idea of murder is better than actual attempted murder.”

“Can’t separate ’em?  Send one somewhere else?”

“We do.  But they get upset if they miss out.  I think that little dude is going to change gears and end up a hero at one point, but don’t let him know I said that.  He’s contrarian enough that he’d reverse direction.”

“My lips are sealed,” Brian said.

Hearing her brother’s voice again was like a balm for the soul that she didn’t know she needed.  It was tough, but… Brian had always been tough to handle in his own way.

“Want to see the other kids?” she asked.

She saw him hesitate.

She wanted to grab him again, shake him.  She wanted to tell him that there was nothing wrong with saying ‘yes’.  But ever since Bonesaw had got her hands on him, he’d been even more distant.  She could count the people he’d extended any measure of vulnerability to on one hand, and she wasn’t one of those people.  Of the two more important ones, one was gone and the other was dead.

“Come on,” she said.  “You’re here because you can work with us, and we can work with you, but to do that, you need to know what they’re like and what they can do.”

“True,” he said.

It made her heart hurt that he needed that excuse to come with.

But he was back.  It lifted her heart a bit.

She reached for the door, and it opened at the same time she touched it.

It was Candy, who looked up, saw Brian, and shrank back, retreating from the doorway.

“It’s okay,” Aisha said.  “You might not remember him.”

“I remember Brian,” Candy said.  “Was surprised.”

She still didn’t come closer, and she stepped back a bit further when Brian approached.

“Where were you off to?”

“To get you.  Parian told me to.  Emergency.”

Imp strode past Candy, one hand on the girl’s shoulder to steady her and keep her on task as Brian followed.

“Come on!  Let me try!”  Peep’s voice, high and amused.

“Maybe you shouldn’t bother him?” Darlene asked.

“Ha!  I think he’ll be a little more bothered if it turns out I could have done something and I didn’t.”

“Maybe,” Darlene said.

The voice was Peep’s.  Lookout’s.  Imp turned the corner and found the girl on her feet, pulling a tinkertech cube with radiating antennae apart.

“So stupid, I’m so stupid,” Lookout muttered to herself, smiling and shaking her head.  “The one time I look away.”

“Stop for five seconds,” Parian said, with zero authority.

“Pe- Lookout,” Imp cut in.

“Hey!” the girl turned, her response eerily like she was greeting a friend she hadn’t seen for a while.  She wasn’t wearing her helmet, but the frizz of her hair stuck to her head with light sweat.  She had a smile on her face and moist eyes.  “Hey, can you tell Parian to leave me alone for five seconds?  I made a mistake, and every second counts.”

“There’s been a death,” Chicken Little said.  He held his mask, and his birds were sticking closer to him.  Some stuck close to Kenzie and her now-vacant chair, and she barely seemed aware of them.

“Teeny-tiny bit of a death,” Lookout said.  “And I’ve been so zeroed-in on things that I didn’t even see it.  Not like me, right?  Ha ha, and it’s actually kind of important that I missed stuff, because if I’m going to do anything about it, I need to have been tracking the data’s movements through the crystals since fifteen minutes ago.”

“You’re a camera tinker, Lookout.  What are you planning to do?” Parian asked.

“I’m a camera tinker and a box tinker, and if I build a big enough box, if I have the right materials and the right data… emphasis on the right data, I might be able to do something.  If there’s anything left of him in his brother…”

Brother.  Aisha looked back at Grue.  She looked at the screen, showing Breakthrough looking stricken.  People moved out of frame and the cameras didn’t follow them.

“What do you need?” Aisha asked.  “How much time?”

“Time?  Haha.  I don’t know, days?  I can skip sleeping, so data doesn’t bleed away.  There’s a small chance that all incoming data gets stored in a kind of processing center until it can get sent where it’s going, and since he comes in a big, pre-loaded chunk of data, maybe, five percent chance, or three percent chance…”

“Its Capricorn,” Darlene supplied.

“I figured,” Aisha said.  “Lookout, How long do you need to confirm if there’s still a bit of him in his brother?”

“A tether?  Or anything that gives me a starting point?  I don’t know.  Minutes?”

“Go.  Do that.  Darlene, will you help her?”

“I can,” Darlene said.

“Juliette, clear out.  No, stay in the front hall.  Stand watch.  If Tattletale wakes up or if anyone comes back, fill them in, but let’s keep everyone but Tattletale out of here, so there’s elbow room to work.  Chastity?”

“Yes?” Chastity asked.  She and Juliette stood in the side hallway at the other end of the room, leading to the back offices.

“Go to the cafeteria.  Tell them there’s a minor crisis, and they should stay put until we get in touch.”

Chastity nodded.

“What do I do?” Candy asked.

The girl was still shy of Brian, having already slipped away and moved to the far end of the room.  Except shy was the wrong word.

“Parian, can you make the spare bed in the back office?  Candy, you help.  Lookout, once you’re done with the first phase, if there’s nothing you need to do right away, I want you to think about a rest.”

“Mnnph,” Lookout made an unintelligible, distracted sound in the negative.

“Yes.  I know for a fact you didn’t sleep last night, your computers light up like a Christmas tree when you’re tinkering and connecting in remotely.”

“I have too much to do.”  Lookout went back to her computer, with a handful of boards from the cube.  She handed Darlene one board, and then the two girls began moving in near-unison, dismantling the two identical boards with bits plugged into them.

Not so different from another Heartbroken meltdown.  The difference was that Aisha didn’t know this kid.  Not well.

“Who is she?” Brian asked.

“Lookout.  You remember Glory Girl?”

“Sure.  Antares now.”

“Her tinker half-quit her team, joined up with Candy, Darlene, and Aiden.”

He nodded, and she could see his paler eyes searching the scene, taking in the individual components.  Aiden, Candy, Darlene, Lookout, how they stuck by one another.

“I’ve… been to the processing center she talked about, I think,” Brian said, his voice quiet in Aisha’s ear.  “I don’t think there are others… and that processing center turned Titan half an hour ago.”

“Leave it be,” she whispered back.  At the same time, she braced for the impact to come.  She didn’t know enough about Lookout.  How did the girl react when all the chips were down?

How would the others react?  She remembered the incident with Darlene trying to lynch the kid, and Candy’s self-destructive meltdowns.

The work on the boards done, Lookout took one from Darlene, then ran over to the box with the antennae, sliding them in.  She reversed course, going to the computer.  Her arm moved, and Darlene moved her own arm, already moving the mouse and typing in the seconds it took Lookout to get there and take over.

Lookout struck a key with a kind of finality.

In the aftermath of that keystroke, there was stillness.

“Do we know yet?” Parian asked.  She was done setting up the bed, apparently.  Candy peered past her.

“Searching,” Lookout said.

A solid minute passed.  There was no progress bar on the computer, only a constantly shifting mess of triangles, circles, squares and diamonds, like a blueprint searching for something to take shape.

“The kids are so different,” Brian’s voice was quiet.

Aisha looked back over her shoulder at him.

“They’re helping.  They’re staying quiet.”

She nodded.

They were good kids.

Another minute passed.

Moving slowly, Aisha crossed the room, touching Chicken Little’s shoulder.  She pointed him to the corridor near where Juliette was.  He retreated to the doorway.

She did the same with Darlene.

Lookout didn’t even seem to notice.

“Are you there?” Lookout asked, and her voice was plaintive.  “Hellooo?”

The room they were in was a conference room for what was supposed to be a block of offices for one branch of a larger organization.  The central table had been carted out, desks moved in.  The small voice was very empty in the wide space.

“I don’t know what to do.  I’m not sure I can fix this.”  The kid typed constantly.  Lines of code spread across the screen without rhyme or reason, like cracks crawling their way across a broken windshield.


“No,” Lookout interrupted.  “One more minute… please.”

“One more minute,” Aisha said.

They waited.

One more minute.  Lookout periodically typed, her expression shifting between eye-watering stares and frustration.

“It’s not your responsibility,” Brian said.

“If it’s not mine then whose?” Lookout asked.  Her eyes were already large in her head, but they seemed impossibly large now.  Moisture clung to them without becoming tears.  “I just lost my best friend a week ago.  The coolest person I knew.  She’s out of reach forever now, except-”

She stopped there.  Shaking her head as she turned back to the computer screen.  She wiped at one eye with the heel of her hand.

“It’s been a minute.  Do you think maybe you could keep your end of the deal?” Aisha asked.  “Take fifteen minutes, lie down in the bed in the back.  Just-”

She reached for Lookout’s shoulder.  The reaction was so sudden that it made her jump, as Lookout sprang to her feet, the computer chair, wheeled with a wide base, tipping over.  It crashed to the floor.  The kid was all tension.

“I’ve got stuff to do,” Lookout said.  Her voice was entirely out of sync with her rigid posture, like she was a dog ready to bite.  “Sorry.”

“I don’t think there’s anything you can do,” Aisha said.

“What do you know what I can do?” Lookout asked.

“Your team needs you alert and you’re all over the place like this.  I don’t want to play the puppy card, but the puppy?  Less than twelve hours ago?” Aisha asked.

The tension increased, the already small Lookout shrinking down.

“You don’t want to make another mistake like that because you’re not thinking straight, and you’re not thinking straight as long as you’re tired,” Aisha said.

“My team needs me.  I’m indispensable.  T- Tristan needs me.  I’ve got to find the right data, find a way to bring him back…”

“What if you can’t?”

“What if I can?” the little girl asked, smiling like she’d just made a joke or a witty retort.  There was a manic edge to it.

Brian spoke up, “Speaking as someone who died…”

Lookout looked over and up at him.  Even holding her bent-over, half-crouching posture for less than a minute, she looked like the weariness of hours was overcoming her.  Her head hung lower, and she breathed harder, back rising and falling.  “You died.  I read that, yeah.”

“…I wouldn’t want someone to hurt themselves for my sake.  Even if it meant bringing me back.”

“What am I supposed to do with that?” Lookout asked.

“Would Tristan want you to do this?” Brian asked.  “To hurt like this?”

“I’m not sure if I care what he wants,” she said.

“Kenzie,” Candy said.

Lookout looked over.

“You’ve said before that there were times you felt like you needed to do something, but it wasn’t until later that you realized you were doing the wrong thing.”

“How can letting someone die and not doing something about it be the right thing?” Lookout asked.

“Sometimes there is no right thing,” Aisha said.

“Listen,” Candy said.  “Look at this picture.  Close your eyes, look through your cameras.  Start with that.  Can you do that for me?”

Lookout retreated, backing away until she was in a corner, as far from everyone else as possible, Candy and Parian in the doorway to her right, Grue and Aisha by the wall to her left.  She closed her eyes.

“Thank you,” Candy said.  “Look at us.  Look at this scene from a distance.  How many people think you need to take a break?”

“…A lot.”

“Can you count them?”

Lookout moved her head by small fractions, one bit every few seconds.

“No. I can’t keep my thoughts straight.  There’s a lot of noise, tinker inspiration.”

“A lot of people think you need to take a break.  You’re the only one who thinks you need to stay.  Is there a possibility we’re right?”

“You’re not- no.”


“No- I…” Lookout stopped, trailing off.  Her eyes roved, studying things that weren’t there.

The tension relaxed.  There was only defeat.

“Darlene and Chicken and I will sit with you.”

The kid nodded.  “I left tech with my team.  They’ll mess it up if they try to pack it up.”

“We’ll handle it.”

“It’s not that simple, it’s like the screwholes.  You guys don’t have any common sense when it comes to tech.”

“You can write it down.  We’ll bring paper and a pen.”

“I can type, if-”

“No tech,” Parian said.  “You should disconnect for a bit.”

“Good idea,” Aisha said.  “I’ll explain to your team.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Nothing is, Peep,” Aisha told the girl.

The girl retreated to the back room.  Candy and Darlene followed.

Chicken Little hung back.

“You okay?” Aisha asked him.

He shook his head.

“Spooky stuff,” she said, her voice soft.

“A bit.  I don’t know what to do.”

“I know.”

“Can I go get the tech?” he asked.

“Tattletale would kill me if she woke up and heard I sent you out.”

“I know how to handle it, kind of.  I knew about the screw holes.  Because we’ve helped build stuff and she made stuff for my birds, once.”


“I want to help but I always feel like a third wheel when I’m standing by someone’s bed.  I never know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“Please.  It’s not too bad down there.”

“One team dropped a Titan down there, and another might be appearing out of nowhere to stop the teams that are preparing to blow up sections again.”

“I’ve already been down there once.  Kind of.”

“Chicken…” Aisha shook her head.

“Please,” he said.  “I want to help her and do something more.  I feel like I have to, as leader of my team.”

“Tattletale would kill me.”

“I’ll take the blame.”

Aisha sighed.  She looked back at Brian, who didn’t give her any indication one way or the other.

“Let’s see if we can open communications with Breakthrough.  Fill them in, see if there’s any problems first.”

My brain is hoping they give us a bit of an excuse, while my heart is hoping you can do this for your teammate.

Aiden reached past her to hit keys on the keyboard, rotating windows and bringing up what looked like a webcam panel.

This entire thing looked more like magic than technology.  Diagrams, loops, text running in every direction across a three dimensional space.

“Bringing you online,” he said.

“Are you and Darlene connected to her right now?” Aisha asked.

“No,” Aiden said.

Really?” she pressed him, leaning in closer.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Because if you’re actually going there, we can’t have you distracted.”

“I’m not connected.”

The kid was a terrible liar.

A box on the desk scanned them with a blue laser.

“Bringing you online, I think,” Aiden said.

A screen changed to show the Breakthrough group.

“And you’re on.”

“Whassup!” Imp greeted them.

“Hzz pt fffzohh,” Antares’s voice was reduced to gibberish.

It took a few exchanges before the voices clarified.  The image distorted badly, and the Breakthrough group warped a few times, fingers and faces blurring and stretching out.

“Lemme…” Aiden leaned across, typing.  “There.”

“Thanks, kid,” Imp said, giving him a nod.  She faced the camera.  “Oh, I thought you were giving me the finger.”

“What do you need?” Antares asked.

“Lookout is having a lie down…”

Brian was talking with Rachel, Chastity, Juliette, and Roman, crowded into the little coffee break room that they were using as a kitchen while they were parked here.  Aisha, a bit overwhelmed, had retreated to use of her power.

The other kids were elsewhere, Aroa taking a break to phone her ‘cousins’, Darlene and Candy with Lookout.

She observed, studying her brother, and wondered if he seemed more at ease with her gone.

Lower expectations, maybe.

He’d rubbed at one of his cheekbones and wiped away the makeup that covered up the marking that Valkyrie had given him.  He hadn’t realized it, either, and nobody mentioned it.

This was all so hard.

Her entire team, her subdivision of the broader Undersiders team, at least, consisted of capes who couldn’t fight Titans.  The Heartbroken targeted people.  Her own power affected humans, and even if she could move around without a Titan realizing she was there, too many of them were dangerous enough that they could kill her without even recognizing her existence.

Their best mind and their best set of eyes were out of commission for the time being.

Darlene, she realized, was in the computer room, with Kenzie’s partially unpacked workshop.  How long had that been the case?  Just Candy and Peep in the room, now.

She crossed the hallway, taking long strides up until she was near Tattletale’s door.  She walked quietly past Tattletale’s door even though her power was active.  Noise would disturb Tattletale, even if Tattletale didn’t register it or remember it had happened.

She checked in on the two girls.

They lay on a single cot, sharing a pillow, Little Lookout with her back to the wall.

“…tracking eye movements, duration of eye contact,” Lookout said.  “Body temperature, heart rate.  My camera kinda gets it all.”

It made some sense that a tinker would be comforted by talking tinker gibberish.

“I don’t know,” Candy said.  She drew back a bit.

“I do know,” Lookout answered, and her voice was insistent.  “So… I think it’s fine.”

“How about we have this conversation another time?”

“I’d really, really like to finish having it now,” Lookout’s tone was insistent.

“Then no,” Candy said.  She shifted position and sat up, her back to Lookout.

“What?”  Lookout laughed.  Down part of a hallway and halfway into the conference room, Darlene looked over in alarm.  “But-”

“But your cameras know better?”

“Kind of!  I don’t think this is me being crazy.”

“I know what I feel better than your cameras do.”

Candy rose from her seat on the edge of the bed, and took a step back.  It gave Aisha the first good look at the girl’s face.

Aisha used her power, appearing.

Both girls stopped, recognizing Aisha was there.

Again, that tension.  That wild look in Lookout’s eyes.

But in Candy’s eyes, there was alarm, panic.

It had been a while since Aisha had seen that from Candy.  The aftermath of Cradle butchering everyone hadn’t even brought her to this point.

“What are you talking about?” Aisha asked.

“A confession,” Lookout said.  She rose to a sitting position.  “And Candy isn’t being honest.”

“I would like you to take me at my word,” Candy said.  “Please.”

“These things are complicated, Lookout,” Aisha said.  “There’s history… I think it would be good to let things be.  This isn’t the time for distracting things.”

“They’re priority things for me,” Lookout said.

“Even so.”

“Maybe you didn’t understand, Candy,” Lookout said.  She swung her legs over the edge of the bed.  “I like you.”

“I understood.”

“You can feel it.  You can feel my heart pounding.”

“I know.”

“And yours is.  And my cameras… they see you, they can read emotional responses in heart rate, temperature, breathing.  I know you’ve looked at my face and you liked what you saw and that’s great!  It’s a happy thing!”

“Sorry,” Candy said.  “No.”


“Lookout,” Aisha said.  “Listen, Candy has history, I know you saw some of it… let it be.”

“But…” Lookout said.  She clenched both fists into balls, so tight her hands trembled.

“I don’t like… liking things too much,” Candy said, quiet.  “I don’t like anyone liking me too much.”

Lookout’s head snapped up, staring at her friend.  She took a step forward, and Candy took a step back.

Lookout looked like she’d been stabbed, with the way the hurt crossed her face, the smile faltering.

“Everyone has a reason,” Lookout said.  “It’s always really good reasons, too.”

“Yeah,” Aisha said.

“Did you ever love someone and scare them away?” Lookout asked.  “Because I keep doing that.  They keep dying, or leaving me behind, or I scare them off.”

“My problem was always the opposite.  It’s hard for me to get to the point of liking people.  But I really love them once I do.”

“It’s so unfair,” Lookout said.  “That I can do everything right, I can be a good student and a friend, and  a teammate, and… I still end up alone.  Always.  They die.  My best friend died, and there’s still a sorta-copy of her alive in this world and she hates me.  And Tristan’s gone, and my team’s away, and I can’t contact them… what do I do?”

“I don’t know,” Aisha said.  “One thing at a time.”

Lookout balled up her fists, again they shook violently.  Candy clasped both hands to her heart, taking a step so Aisha was between the two of them.

“I could make you,” Lookout said.

Aisha looked back at Candy.

“How?” Candy asked.

“Blackmail you.  Or your team.  Everyone here.”

Aisha used her power.  Lookout backed away two steps, reached under the pillow, and pulled out the gun.  She didn’t look at Aisha, but she trained the gun on her.

“Reappear!” Lookout ordered her.  “Or I blind Candy and you!”

Aisha stopped, rematerialized.

“Is that really how you want to do this?” Candy asked.  “Forcing us.  Hurting us?”

“I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do!” Lookout raised her voice.

“Not this,” Candy said.

Lookout smiled, tears in her eyes.  “Do you know what the longest stretch of good days I had was?”

“Your foster dads.”

Lookout shook her head.  “Guess again.  The longest stretch of time where I wasn’t anxious, where I was happy about every day, my heart was light and I was hopeful about tomorrow.”

“I don’t know, Kenzie,” Candy said.

“It was when I was blackmailing my parents, after Gold Morning.  It was when I could at least pretend.  So… do I have to pretend here?”

“You’d be ruining everything if you did,” Candy said.

“I don’t-” Lookout shook her head.  “I don’t know!  I don’t know what I’m supposed to do!”

“You need to rest.  You need to stop.”

“I… can’t.”

“You have to.”

“I can’t!”

Darkness flooded into the room, smoke as black as ink.

The darkness dissipated almost as soon as it had appeared.  Juliette stood opposite Lookout.

The two of them promptly froze in place.

“Shit,” Tattletale said.  She pressed the heel of one hand to her forehead.  She held out the other hand for Aisha.

Aisha took what was offered.  Two pills.

“Sleeping pills,” Tattletale said, taking a water bottle from Brian.  “Fast acting, for thinker headaches.”

Aisha placed the pills on Lookout’s tongue, then took the water bottle.

Juliette released the kid, and Aisha squeezed the water bottle, forcing pills and water into the back of Lookout’s mouth.

The kid coughed, staggered, looked in the direction of her tech, and saw only darkness.

There was anger on her manic face, her fists clenched, as she remained there on her hands and knees.  She was frozen again like that, her expression still.  The little mad scientist was mad.

Aisha fished in her mouth, checking the pills were gone.

“Things will be better when you wake up,” Tattletale said.  “All of this is fixable.”

Gradually, frozen as she was, the tension was released.  The girl’s eyes rolled up in the back of her head.

Juliette released her, and Lookout collapsed, unconscious.

“Or else the world will have ended.  Either way,” Tattletale said, with a deep fatigue to her voice.

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64 thoughts on “Infrared – 19.f”

  1. Typo Thread:

    repeated > repaired
    “Why?” Candy (extra space)
    “Hey!” the girl turned > “Hey!” The girl turned
    Its Capricorn > It’s Capricorn
    “Mnnph,” > “Mnnph.”
    different,” > different.”
    What do you know what I can do > How would you know what I can do
    fffzohh,” > fffzohh.”
    having it now,” > having it now.”
    friend, and a teammate (extra space)
    fists, again > fists; again

    wow, parenthood is tough

  2. 4 good things in this Imp Interlude: – More Imp and Heartbroken kids.

    -Brian and Aisha meeting and conversation.

    -Lisa stopping Kenzie from going all mad scientist on them.

    -Kenzie is not Titan.

    2 bad things:

    -Kenzie is NOT feeling good :(.

    -The world needs Kenzie EXACTLY when Kenzie needs some rest and peace too.

    1. >The world needs Kenzie EXACTLY when Kenzie needs some rest and peace too.
      Considering Fortuna, anything else would be irrational.

  3. So, Kenzie and Candy are bisexual? Poor Kenzie, coming out of the closet and getting instantly rejected like that because of the other person’s hangups.

  4. Emotions all over the place this chapter. Glad Brian’s back where he belongs, sad that he’s feeling this way, but he stepped up in the end, didn’t he?

    Terrible what is happening to Kenzie but this has ALWAYS been something everyone expected to happen so in a way it makes things easier.

    Only question is, is Victoria gonna have to drop everything and rush over to fix her or will she and the Undersiders have to team up once again to handle things with what they have on hand?

    It’s not the end of the world, but you can see it from here.

    (Also worried for Aisha’s psyche given her newfound preference for staying invisible)

  5. Kids with trauma brushing up against each other, and I just want them to be happy…

    i’m hoping that the three of them will be a polycule someday

  6. AAAAAAAH At least she’s not a titan???

    Always like Aisha.

    . . . did it really have to be her having a crush on a girl that tipped her over that edge. just. again.

  7. She could count the people he’d extended any measure of vulnerability to on one hand, and she wasn’t one of those people. Of the two more important ones, one was gone and the other was dead.

    Oh, man. It’s like Schrodinger’s cat, but for prior protagonists.

  8. Arrrggghhh….

    Poor Tattletale. Good job, sweeping in to be the cavalry, but *damn* she sounds tired.
    Good job Imp, managing everyone.

    Kenzie… just… just no. Don’t push people on their feelings like that. What you were threatening was… all kinds of fucked up.

    Was kind of scared up until the very last moment that she’d do something, that she’d titan in response to the pills that she’d….

    Nice use of Brian vs Flash gun.

    1. Gotta wonder if re!Brian still has his second trigger abilities… with Kenzie & Darlene in range he could probably help tinker something while she’s sleeping to distract her a bit when she comes to.

  9. Damn, that was crushing. I wonder how Victoria will react; Kenzie’s breakdown resembled Amy’s a lot.

  10. All it takes is one bad day. Somehow this reminded me of Amelia messing up Victoria’s orientation the first time.
    A Kenzie that truly let’s go would be mind boggling. She can work her way around a shard that the entities use as a vital safeguard.

  11. I saw a lot of amy/kenzie parallels too, and terrifyingly I understand the logic- lonely people who don’t know how to fix their problems tend to be as nice as they can for the wrong reasons, and working really hard to make friends or… I guess seduce your sister but failing despite that effort can be frustrating. But the cynical, completely empathy-devoid mentality of that kind of person also makes it sort of terrifying and alien in comparison to people who try to do right by others for its own sake; even when (unlike Amy or Kenzie) they understand what the right bring actually is

  12. Strewth! I called it right. Lookout is gay or bi. Thought that might be the case at a stretch when she mentioned Victoria was no longer safe after she hit puberty, and picking up on the stronger dynamic with Candy, but dayum the timing.

    Hopefully she gets sleep and wakes up out of this manic state and the Heartbroken/Undersiders can forgive her. Particularly Candy. Yeah I can see Candy’s perspective here, with her trauma and trigger… maybe a dose of Candy’s power on Lookout would actually help here. She’d be accustomed to family going manic and abusive at times though, so I can envisage her understanding.

    1. Considering that she confessed her happiest time being when she blackmailed her parents, this isn’t a situation that can be cured with sleep.

  13. Actually… they don’t have Kenzie, but they have Grue!

    If the resurrected Grue still has his powers he might be able to borrow the tinker capabilities from Kenzie to get things done… not sure we ever saw how his powers work with Tinker/Thinker power borrowing though 🤷‍♂️

    1. Or even BETTER. Time for our tsundere Chris to save the world. He can scan Kenzie tech then use it easily since he’s so good at that.

      1. Not sure. I mean, he made a bio-scanner which some of her tech inspired, but Kenzie’s full tech feels pretty far out of his field of expertise and since he’s deep down in the shard space his power probably isn’t giving him much.

        Dragon is likely the best bet. Her power is a sort of trump for understanding and using other Tinker’s tech. She’s also hacked Kenzie’s stuff in the past and at least disabled it.

        Beyond that… Victoria was thinking about the path which led them here… about how TT naming one section “Submission” didn’t feel right… Could be the Fortuna Titan trying to communicate there… A path through fear to authority/submission to stuff you want but can’t and annoying… So Fortuna Titan is in fear of domination by Simurgh or will submit to human co-operation but wants to rule the network but is annoyed it can’t or something?

  14. I feel bad for everyone I this mess, especially Candy and Kenzie.

    But I’m pissed on behalf of Parian. She had Foil practically still her when they first met break her rules by shooting Skitter. Then when Parian joined the Undersiders complained about Parians attire.

    This story? She fucked off to have a lethal fencing match with March and came very close to getting herself killed even with Imp and Vista there.

    And when Parian does something that requires her power at fully Foil pretty much harangues the Tattletale, probably the only person capable of mentoring Parian in full use of said power.

    Foil increasingly comes of to me as a toxic little hypocrite with whom Parian has a form of Stockholm Syndrome.

    Then again. It does seems that no Undersider Is capable of healthy romantic relationships…

    PD. I also wouldn’t be surprised if there is a Parahumans Three and Parian turns out to be the protagonist and Wildbow tries to trick us by naming it ‘Foil’.

      1. I don’t know about THE main character.

        I could see a new set of main characters that might include Ms. Yamada, Presley, Cassie/WagTheDog, Clockblocker (Reborn), One of the heartbreakers (Chastity or Syndicate maybe).

        Wildbow did well by choosing only a couple of people we were familiar with to be in the new series as main characters because most people didn’t need to be overly familiar with Worm to know everyone well enough and it gave a chance to explore more people and experienced. I suspect that any “Parahumans 3” is likely to follow something pretty similar, bringing in mostly new blood with only a couple of main characters that link to the past and others, like Weld, on the periphery.

        It’s difficult to know who he’d choose though. Taylor was great for new readers because she was fairly ignorant as far as powers, so people explained things to her and she learned as she went which meant the audience had it explained to them and learned along the way. Victoria is quite the opposite, being a powers expert, but she had plenty of ignorant people to explain it to and people who had their own areas of expertise to expand on what she knew or told others, plus we already knew quite a bit from Parahumans 1, so it didn’t necessarily need to reiterate the minor details. Victoria was also a great choice for changing up the combat to a brute who got more in the thick of the fight and had to strategize differently.

        He could go something entirely different with an unpowered team that might have people like Cassie, Presley and Jester to kick us off, then have them trigger part way in or simply stay unpowered and be somehow crucial to the story by the fact they are unpowered.

        Clockblocker feels like a good choice. I would like the switch to a male main character, despite how fantastic the story’s gone with female characters. Someone who can draw links to both the Undersiders and Antares/Breakthrough, a popular character from the original with a unique power that trumped most characters including Endbringers and Scion temporarily but also to explore someone who came back but changed in character enough for people to notice and must now confront a world as the shade of that old person. The only thing I don’t like is that his power doesn’t feel like it’s right for making numerous battle interesting over a long arc… But maybe it got tweaked by either his resurrection or the strike to the crystal landscape.

        Cassie is great as someone familiar with both the Undersiders and Breakthrough but probably not someone likely to split from Bitch unless Bitch is killed or she gains powers which cause her to go it alone… Again, to closely teamed up with the Undersiders.

        Ms. Yamada is another fan favourite but I’m not sure how well someone with an expertise in therapy could go as a continuous main character when the author would need to know a fair bit about that area of expertise to keep up the process. But I feel like she’d play an equally significant role in any sequel that would likely reveal her power.

        We’re likely to get decent hints about the candidate/s for any sequel in the final chapters. If Victoria is any example to go by then it’s be someone who was associated somehow with the main team/characters of Worm or Ward, had some significant story time but didn’t necessarily get a full resolution to their character or entirely fleshed out. Clockblocker and Ms. Yamada fit well in that so far and maybe Etna, but I’m sure there will be others and if it time skips again we’ll have some grown up Chicken Tenders.

  15. Wowowowow. This chapter was so, so tense. I was so worried the next line would deliver “and now Kenzie turns into a Titan”, I was scared to scroll down.

    By the way, out of the two people Brian has ever shown weakness to, one is Skitter, the “gone” one I assume, but who’s the other one, the “dead” one? Cozen?

    And as to Kenzie being attracted to girls…I wouldn’t be so positive. I can see it as an outlet for her general burst of affective need, enhanced by her puberty, that is targeted towards whoever she’s closest to, regardless of sex.

  16. Jesus. At least she’s not a Titan…yet. I’m not so confident that she’ll be happier when she wakes up.
    Tattletale…I’m actually getting concerned about her too. Every time she appears she looks more tired.

  17. This broke me so hard,I almost turned into a titan myself. I should make my own titansona. Yes. That makes sense.

    The parallels between Kenzie and Amy hurt hard. The ‘I cant stop’ bit was specially sad, and the most striking parallel was that,after being rejected her first reaction was “I can make you love me” the fact that Amy and Kenzie are my favorite characters probably says a lot about me. Im not fucked up, I just like fucked up things in literature,Im a Stephen King child at heart. But I digress.

    Candy is like,the worse person Kenzie could have a crush on. As someone said on Reddit(I decided to check out the parahumans subreddit. It looks nice)Candy has problems with unwanted affection, and Kenzie has problems with boundaries and obsession. Candy likes her back,possibly,but she wouldnt let herself to act on those feelings because she is so scared of someone liking her so much,she is scared of liking someone that much and Kenzie is the opposite of what she needs to handle it.

    Only good news to come out of this is Brian’s return, and that Darlene has nothing to worry about on Kenzie liking chicken little I guess…?like,at this point Im legit scared. Not for the end of the world,but for how Kenzie will act when she wakes up,how mad/hurted is she going to be,and what Victoria has to say to Kenzie wanting to force someone to love her using her powers. Will she associate her with Amy to horrible results?or will she go in denial,block the idea so she wont have to look at this little girl she loves and think of her sister?

    1. They have NOTHING in common. Kenzie is a genuinely selfless person who only care to help people but not because she is forced to do it or is sexually obsessed by them but because she truly want to be helpful and to save as many lives as possible (friends and strangers). She had her recent breakdown because she lost her second friend at such shot time after she lost Ashley, its very normal for someone so kind and selfless like Kenzie to act like this+ she is under a lot of pressure trying to save the world from the apparently impeding doom. While I am worried for Kenzie attitude, I can say that its pretty normal so someone at her age, with her responsabilities and in her situation.

      On the other hand, Amy is a selfish person who was forced to help people in hospitals by her family (the truth is that she was a VICTIM of her family who used her powers for their own benefits and I don’t really blame her for not wanting to heal people all the time. Sometimes I hate Carol almost as much as Amy because she was partially responsible for Amy’s mental degradation), she never liked what she was doing, who see herself as a “good” person only because she doesn’t destroy the world, who only want to “help” Victoria because she is obsessed by her (if Victoria will ever die she will be affected not because she genuinely care about Victoria but because she will lose the object of her insane obsession- a pure selfish reason, unlike Kenzie who genuinely love people and want to be as helpful as possible because she FEELS like helping not because she wants to get something). Kenzie can accept if someone reject her friendship and affection (she only acted violently in the last chapter because of her mental breakdown not because this is how she normally act) but Amy can’t accept and rejection only make her more rapey and aggressive.

      Comparing Kenzie with Amy is like comparing a person who only want to be helpful and whose life is centered around her friends with a selfish rapist whose life is centered around Victoria.

      Amy is more like Cradle than anything else. Kenzie, when she helps people, doesn’t ask for anything in return. She helps people only because she wants to help people not because she expects something from them.

      Ryan (because we’re talking here about Cradle before triggering) always wanted people to give him something in return for his small acts of goodness. He never did anything for anyone out of goodness of his heart, he always wanted something in return. Amy (past and present) always want people to be grateful to her because she heals them and doesn’t go full villain on them. She doesn’t do things out of goodness of her heart but because she to impress people and have their eternal gratitude. Good comparison.

      1. That is pretty much nonsense, the selflessness of Kenzie is the selfish selflessness of a 12 year old kid with too much power. Actually in that way she and Amy are too alike.

    2. But you should not feel bad for liking Amy. You’re free to like whoever you want without being afraid that people will judge you. They’re fictional characters, after all. Liking Amy or Teacher or Cradle have nothing to do with liking real life criminals, rapists or dictators. They are FICTIONAL characters and most of them (even the baddies) are too interesting to ignore them, whatever you like or hate them.

  18. Brian wasn’t ever all that close to Alec; and he was out of the picture long before Brian died. The two important people that Imp is talking about are Taylor and Cozen. Presumably, Taylor is the one who Imp thinks is dead and Cozen is gone; though it could conceivably be the other way around since Wildbow likes to be vague like that.

  19. I continue to feel hype through the course of this arc.. With the confrontation of the Networks, the Simurgh’s plans falling into place, and the Endbringers being reactivated… This emotionally impactful chapter really shows why ‘Bow is one of my favorite writers. This is heartwrenching, and I can absolutely see Kenzie losing it in this way.

    It also explains so much about last chapter, giving us time to let it all sink in. The fact it is an Aisha chapter really is a wonderful thing. I could handle a whole arc, riding around in her head. <3

    1. Speaking of the Simurgh’s plans… If we presume it was her/it that worked to turn Valkyrie Titan so she could retrieve Eidolon then could it be a further tweak she setup for Grue to survive and decide to visit his sister and the Undersiders in just the right circumstances that it would trigger the events where Aisha is distracted from being there when Kenzie learned about Tristan and coming into the conversation between Kenzie and Candy a fraction too late?

      All to setup the situation where the Fortuna Titan wants Breakthrough to communicate with it but they’re suddenly missing Kenzie, preventing them from doing just that?

      …Clever Girl

      Just how deep does the Simurgh’s rabb

  20. “She could count the people he’d extended any measure of vulnerability to on one hand, and she wasn’t one of those people. Of the two more important ones, one was gone and the other was dead.”

    One taylor, other…?

  21. @Diner Kinetic: Alec isn’t likely one of the people Brian let himself be vulnerable towards.

    Brian had relationships with Taylor/Skitter and Cozen of the Red Hands. These are likely the two more important people he extended a measure of vulnerability towards that Imp is talking about.

    Cozen was alive at the end of Worm but could have died since. We know Taylor is “Gone” but Wildbow kept the Tattletale Epilogue vague on if the Undersiders thought Taylor was dead or simply gone… he’s done the same here by not mentioning which of Cozen and Taylor Imp think are gone and dead.

    Personally I think they believe Taylor is dead but if they’re wondering then Aiden’s in the perfect place to check.

    Note: Imp also mentions that Roman putting his life on the line in a class-S threat to save his Sister Juliette, reminds her of someone who is almost certainly their older brother Alec.

  22. @charlesw81
    “Strewth! I called it right. Lookout is gay or bi. Thought that might be the case at a stretch when she mentioned Victoria was no longer safe after she hit puberty, and picking up on the stronger dynamic with Candy, but dayum the timing.”

    I mean… it was kind of outright stated a whiles back that she had a crush on two different members of the Chicken Tenders… and since there is only one boy in that group….

    As for forgiveness- the Heartbroken are crazy and insane, and have a lot of things to forgive each other for (including potential murder attempts) soooo…. I think this will get sorted. Eventually.

    Just give Therapist Tats a few weeks of sleep, and then let her talk to everyone.

  23. “Gone” is a key word for me, because it calls back to Victoria’s discussion with the ex-bully in Glowworm 0.9.

    [email protected]_The_Sky: She was there at the end and whatever she did, nobody will speak of it, at least for now. Fill in the blank
    [email protected]_The_Sky: Now she’s gone and you’re still here.

    FlippinMad: Gone?
    FlippinMad: she retired? Or she’s dead? Gone gone?

    [email protected]_The_Sky: She is *gone*.

    I just assume that Tattletale knows at least as much as Victoria does, here, and would also consider Taylor to be “gone” rather than “dead”.

  24. “He’d also been one of the few she could have regular conversations with. She had been doing this a lot since he’d died.”

    Confusing. Last male mentioned was Aiden, while here Samuel is referred (I think).

  25. Hah! My response after finishing this chapter: ‘Oh, Kenzie…’
    And the first comment happens to be exactly that.

    @ Naoru: Oh yes, the parallels between Kenzie and Amy are so accurate, so sad and so very, very, uncomfortable.
    I’m not sure you should feel bad for liking Amy. I’m pretty certain the reason she gets so much attention – negative and otherwise – is because she’s so *well drawn* a character. She’s compelling and human in a way some of the others aren’t.
    – Naturally Antares has to get involved in this. It’s a hell of a lot like the situation with her and Amy, but this time she’s got an outsider’s, more adult perspective? It’s practically tailor-made* to make her confront her own demons.

    – I’m not sure this is proof of Kenzie being bisexual. First and foremost it’s proof of her being desperate, manic, and at her wits end – wanting ANYONE to love her, whatever it costs. She might well be, but this is not definitive proof.

    – It makes an awful, inevitable sense that Kenzie would find a workaround to Imp’s power. Someone that obsessed with knowing everything would HATE having someone they can’t see at all times, or someone who can also observe people without them knowing.

    *Taylor-made, hohohohoho!

    1. Yeah, Coil had a tinker get around Imp (Leet I think it was) so there’s obviously something that can be done to put her back in people’s memory. I can see why Chicken Little would be looking for something to alert them if she went down though, since it seems her power is always active and the effort she goes to is to actually see through it.

      I seem to recall that her power and possibly Grue’s is linked into the Shard function for making people forget the dreams they have when they trigger.

      Still… It’s strange Kenzie hasn’t found a way around the Stranger Titan. Feels like she’d just have to have it blur/black out the places it can’t look and then that effectively gives everyone an outline of what they’re fighting.

  26. @Lulu @Naoru: I never really saw Amy’s actions in hospital (pre-breakdown) as selfish or forced. She did grow to resent the work, but that was as much about the self-destructive sense of duty she’d learned wherein she felt bad for every second she took for herself.
    Naturally, it’d be damn near impossible for a shy child or teenager to express that to Carol ‘I treat my children as a hostile witnesses to be argued down’ Dallon, though.
    – She also never (for instance) used her power to hold people prisoner in their own home…in fact she did nothing actively terrible until her visit from Jack.

    (Standard disclaimers; no, this doesn’t make what Amy did after her breakdown okay, and even if Kenzie’s parents were horrible people it’s an indicator of what Kenzie’s capable of)

    – A good difference between the two characters: Kenzie has friends, experience in a therapy group, a support network who like her (well, as supportive as the Undersiders and Heartbroken get…) and they still needed to overpower her.
    Amy had…no friends, Carol Dallon as a mother, Victoria rejecting her, and Jack Slash egging her on. THEN she went to prison where Marquis didn’t really know what to do with her, and THEN she surrounded herself with villains who didn’t care or enablers who didn’t challenge her.

    1. I think that Amy’s biggest fault (apart from being a rapist) is that she blame other people for her actions. She blames Victoria for her trauma and the “other Amy” for raping Victoria. She’s like an inverse Taylor. At least Kenzie admits the responsibility for her actions and is perfectly capable to apologize and strive to be a better person (she’s not always successful but she’s trying). Amy always refuse to see the truth about herself even if it is as clear as Fortuna’s intentions to destroy the world. She refuses to assume the consequences of her horrible action of raping Victoria (she only assumed the consequence of mutilating her, this is the reason why she went to Birdcage, but she can’t see the other shitty things she did to Vic). I think that she can be redeemed only if she’ll accept her own responsibility for her actions and will stop blaming others (will also stop hurting people). If not, then she’s irremediable. Only she can fix herself. But I’m afraid that is already too late for her. Ironically, the girl with the power to fix everyone can’t fix herself.

      1. As for Kenzie’s parents, I don’t feel bad at all for what happened to them. They deserved it for being such horrible parents. I only feel bad for Kenzie because she hurt herself more than she hurt them. By making them suffer she only made herself suffer more because she forced herself to live in a very toxic family with parents who hated her so much that they wanted to kill her (they also allied with antiparahumans against their own daughter). She was more victim than them, their and her own victim. This is why I disliked so much Kenzie’s idea to punish her parents. She should have thrown them in jail instead. She would have suffered less.

  27. So here’s the thing: Yes, Kenzie’s parents are awful and I have no sympathy for them at all.*
    Nonetheless, what Kenzie did to them was still cruel and counterproductive – regardless of any considerations of if they deserved it. And it took Victoria stepping in to change the situation.

    This chapter (and discussion) makes me wonder: ‘What would have happened if Amy had had better support’? She really seemed – still seems, in many (some deliberate) ways – to have no-one, which is a massive part of her spiral into self-delusion.
    And an alternative, uncomfortable question: ‘What would have happened if Kenzie and Candy had been alone with no Undersiders to step in?’

    *The particular thing that gets me is them going on TV to act like victims and stoke up hatred of their preteen daughter. Bad parents REALLY get under my skin.

  28. The fact that her parents tried to POISON her is worse than anything she did to them. They acted like freaking criminals this is why I have zero problem with what Kenzie did to them. They could have loved and accepted her (for God sake, she was their daughter) and offer her their moral support and convince her to stop keeping them under surveillance 24/7. Instead they tried to kill them. Screw them, they got off easy. My mercy is non-existent for monsters like them.
    That gay couple was something very good for Kenzie (as a family). Too bad that she messed up her chance of having a good family because she tried to be “affectionate” in a pretty disturbing way. Yep, that was pretty much her fault but she was still too innocent to understand that what she was doing was a bad thing.

  29. As for Kenzie and Candy, I think Candy would have used her power on Kenzie, making her hate what she loves the most (to have people around her and be loved by them) effectively turning her into a hermit (just like her father did with one of his wives) or even worse, into a Titan. I think Kenzie (and probably the world) was pretty lucky (even if the world also need Kenzie). Really shitty timing for Kenzie breakdown.

  30. Disturbing shower thoughts:

    Kenzie’s longest time being “Happy” was when she was consistantly using her power in an invasive manner (spying on people).

    I wonder if she was really happy, or this is just her shard applying just a hint of rose tinted glasses.

    Also, on the Kenzie vs Amy discussion, there is also the point that Kenzie is currently like… 12 years old. Amy is… 21?
    This is kind of a big difference. We have pretty different expectations between these two groups.

  31. ‘Kenzie’s longest time being “Happy” was when she was consistantly using her power in an invasive manner (spying on people).
    I wonder if she was really happy, or this is just her shard applying just a hint of rose tinted glasses.’

    Shard nothin’! That’s Kenzie putting on her *own* rose-tinted glasses.
    Same way that RL drug addicts can focus on how great it is to be high while ignoring how horrible the withdrawal between highs is. Or that being high can be…not as good as you remember.
    All they know is that it’s better than the awful way they feel right this instant (or not believe life could ever get better than ‘being high’).

  32. Wow. Kenzie’s actually asleep. Not what I expected to be the case.
    Not that it really makes the situation much better 😛
    Lots of great surprises in this chapter. For starters, I began reading the first few sentences, thought it was a Kenzie interlude, then had to stop reading due to being busy and returned the next way to learn it’s actually an Imp interlude. So that’s perfect on a meta level. Heh.

  33. For Amy comparison with Kenzie,perhaps read 14.7 and swap around Kenzie’s and Amy’s dialogue.

    And I think that it is all the parallels that have Tattletale totally terrified

    Also, I think Amy maybe breaking through her delusion duetopowers going onthe fritz, therefore possibly preventing her shard from influencing her as much as usual. When Flashback told her that she hurt Victoria l, she didn’t seem to come up with any excuses or justificatons…

  34. Kinda surprised nobody in the comments made a joke about the chuunibyo in the room to lighten the mood. I would, but my knowledge on the subject starts at Megumin and ends at TV Tropes.

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