Because of a Sandwhich Ch. 2 (Unedited)

Because of a Sandwich

By: Bubbajack

Co-authors/Editors: Icysnowsage, First Hassan/Darklord 331

Special Consultant: Heliosion

Special thanks go out to my Patrons Alexander Murry, Ben wanless, Bobby Glass, Jareth Norris, Pedro Jose Bellen.

Ch. 1-2: One Bad Sandwich.

As he ate dinner with his mother, he told her about his crazy dream he had while napping in his room. His mother just laughed and said, “Purple tits? Well, you are at that age… it reminds me of some of the things your father and I got up to in the bedroom before you were born.”

“Eww mom please! I know you miss dad but I don’t need to hear about your sexploits!” Danny said, covering his ears and flushing pink while his mother simply cackled in mirth.

“You really are so pure despite how you act.” Annette cooed to her son, leaning over the table and pinching her son’s cheek affectionately. 

“Gee mom, thanks.” He drawled as he swatted her hand away, becoming serious afterwards. “You know that uh, I’d  be fine with it if you started seeing someone right? I’m just saying. I’d think dad would want you to be happy.”

Annette beamed at her son, “Thank you sweetheart. It means a lot that you're alright with me seeing other men. Not that anyone’s caught my eye of course, but still. A lot of the time children see stepparents as interlopers trying to take the place of their deceased parents and… sorry, I got perhaps a bit too introspective there.”

But Danny just shook his head, waving her off, “No I know what you mean. I miss dad, I still miss him, but above all else, I want you to be happy mom.”

Annette beamed at her son, “Well maybe I’ll meet a nice man or woman someday…”

“Woman?” Danny asked, not that he was judging.

“I used to run with Lustrom’s gang back in college, and I wasn’t always into men… Let’s just say I got out before the castrations started.” 

“Go on…” Danny said,

Annette rolled her eyes, “Oh, now you're interested in my sexploits are you?” She said, flicking a piece of her food at him. “Bad son, bad.”

Danny just shrugged, “I’m a teenager who you raised on the likes of Iliad and the Odyssey, what do you expect?”

“…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.” Annette quoted.

Danny fired back just as quickly, “Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.” 

Annette sighed wistfully, “Ah Homer, how long hath thy works outlived thee.”

“D’oh!” Danny couldn’t resist. “Marge we’re out of beer.”

Annette shook her head, “Not that Homer, you goof. I still can’t believe that show has been on for more than ten seasons.” 

Taking her plate, Danny agreed. “Me either, I’ll do the dishes you go take a shower or something.”

“Are you saying that I stink young man?” his mother asked in faux-anger.

“I’m saying, I’d like to shower with hot water later so it's best for both of us if you get one in now,” He fired back just as easily.

“Alright, alright, no need to twist my arm. I’m off. Don’t forget about your homework,” She called down as she ascended the stairs.

“I won’t mom!” He hollered back as he started doing the dishes, ignoring the roiling in his stomach that hadn’t stopped since this afternoon. ‘Ugh, that sandwich I ate earlier must’ve disagreed with me.’ He thought to himself while simultaneously chalking it up to the weird dream he’d had. As he worked he toyed with his powers, summoning all the insectoids and rodents within a three block radius, and causing them to melt into a frothing pool of biomass. Mutating into a boiling froth of primordial ooze that would then birth new life. Glory Girl wasn’t wrong earlier when she’d assumed he knew Armsmaster and her mother on a personal level. He did, just not in the way he’d prefer.

‘I am not a villain,’ He told himself. ‘I’ve just been mislabeled as such,’ 

It was all a big misunderstanding really. He triggered shortly after his fathers funeral… the idea of the strong man he’d always respected being nothing but food for worms and rats… well it was apparently enough to set him off. He tested his powers in secret for as long as he could. But then an incident happened that made it where he didn’t care anymore if he was found out…

Danny slammed his fists into the boiling hot water of the sink. “Stop it! It’s not your fault! What happened to Emma wasn’t your fault…” That’s what his mom and everyone else, including himself kept telling him… it wasn’t really working.

Finishing up the dishes and ignoring the stinging in his burned hands, Danny made his way to his room and got started on his homework. He usually sucked at recalling things from history class but today it seemed a tad easier to remember about Sir Francis Bacon and his additions to the Age of Reason. Finding himself getting through his homework quicker than he anticipated, Danny stretched and sighed through his nose. ‘I wonder if I should go out on patrol tonight or not? It’s been kinda quiet lately which could be a good or a bad thing.’

He closed his eyes and looked through his swarm. Those he hadn’t turned into ooze for new creations and the swirling black cloud that hung over the city, waiting at his beck and call. The funny thing about his swarm was, the larger it became, the greater his range got. Danny’s swarm could, if fully grouped together, blot out the sun at this point. That was just the normal bugs not counting the insectoid abominations he could call forth at a moment's notice. From  the burrowing life sized Zurg he’d created that were waiting to pop up all along various streets in ABB territory, to the hungry scythe-limbed Tyranids that were sleeping under the silt of the bay and nestled away in the ship holds far from shore. He had a veritable army of monsters he could unleash with naught but a mental dog whistle. Yet he abstained from doing so for he had no desire to take the city hostage nor rule it as some dark overlord. No, he was just Danny, a teenager who’d been pushed over the edge and already had his ‘one bad day’. Or as PHO had christened him, Akris. 

The tiredness of the day started to way on Danny as he felt a weight lay on top of him as the whispers of morpheus drag him off to another land.

And so Danny dreamed again.

(...)

The smell of rot, funk, mold, and decay wafted into Danny’s nose. He awoke and found himself in what looked to be a decrepit mansion or the interior of one at least. The walls looked moldy and covered in filth. The smell made Danny gag and make him want to at least vomit. He looked around and found that the room looked to be some kind of demented kitchen with a giant cauldron piping away with a green flame that smelled of ass and the dead. Looked and saw multitudes of brown, green, and yellow mixed into the surroundings. Danny surveyed the room and noticed something slightly alarming.

There was a woman. A woman in a cage. A convulsing woman in a cage. A convulsing woman in a cage with pointy ears. She was an elf who was clearly in some form of agony. Approaching the rusted and razor blade barbed bars that appeared slick with some kind of slimy mucus, Danny called out, “Hey, you okay in there?”

The elven woman turned on her side revealing her regal slender features, and a messy mane of sky blue hair with magenta highlights near the ends that was currently slicked down with sweat. Her alabaster skin had a sickly hue to it, and her opal blue eyes were heavy with torpor and pain. She was clad in a earth green dress that was covered in intricate golden floral leaves, vinework set with blue sapphires. She had bangles on her wrists, a choker around her slender neck that dived into a necklace of gold and sapphire that splayed down her torso, and an intricate crown in the shape of fanned peacock feathers perched upon her brow. Even in her throes of agony, she took Danny’s breath away almost as much as Slaanesh herself did.

“Mortal… You should not… be here. Tis not safe,” She spoke in Olde English through the pain, her voice like the soothing coo of a mother’s lullaby to a crying infant.

Then through the heat, pain, and haze her brow furrowed as her eyes locked on his shoulder. And she muttered to herself, “Ah, I see. She Who Thirsts  has sent one of her kine, to torment me. Even now, even here, in my throes of agony, am I to have no succor?”

To which Danny replied, “Look, lady, I don't know what's going on, but I'm not just gonna sit here, while you suffer in a fucking shithole cage. How the heck do I get you out of here?”

The elven maiden looked surprised. For her eyes widened and her elongated ears twitched, showing as much, “Surely thou doth jest?”

“Not really in the mood for jokes right now, lady. There's a time and place for it, and this is so not it. So what do I gotta do to get you out of here?” Danny said while looking around for some sort of way to open or remove the cage.

“Isha. Mine name is Isha, fine mortal,” She said, smiling as tears rolled down her face. These tears collected in the palm of her hand, and became a small stone in the shape of a heart. A stone that she pressed through the bars of her prison to him as she asked, “Might I know thy name, kind Sir?”

He blinked, confused, but replied all the same. “It's Danny, but my full name is Taylor Daniel Hebert. My friends call me Danny, though.”

“Daniel,” Isha replied, as if tasting the name on her lips like a fine wine. “Yes, you are not like most mortals I have met. You are not one of my children. And yet…. You are here. And offering me scour for no reason other than the fact that it is right. Yet you are also marked by she who thirsts. You are a… Conundrum. But  I am willing to take a chance on you. Let us both hope it doesn’t doom us,” Isha decided by herself, before giving the stone in her palms a shake. “Here, take the stone. It will protect you and it will help me guide you.”

Reaching out, Danny plucked the stone from her slender hands, noticing how cold and clammy they were. “Is there nothing I can do to get you out of here? You look like Death half warmed over.”

“I will be fine. I always am,” She assured him, with a warm smile. “Nurgle likes to take his time and test his concoctions on me before sending them out into the wider universe. In a way, it is his sick, twisted form of love for me. But I want nothing to do with it.”

“So you're saying I can't save you?” Danny clenched his fists in anger around the heart-shaped stone. It was another woman in trouble he couldn't help.

“Not as you are now,” She told him honestly. Before continuing. “But if you train and find Anaris, The Last Sword of Vaul, then perhaps we can both get what we want. You can save me and I can be saved.”

“Where can I find this Last Sword of Vaul?” Danny asked, gripping her hands tighter, trying to transfer as much warmth as he could convey to her via a simple touch. Neither noticed her complexion becoming less pale nor the fact that her sweat evaporated as her body cooled. 

“Find the Shadow of Anaris and the Crone Worlds. They shall lead you to the Last Blade of Vaul.” She said in hushed whispers, before she pulled his hand forward and kissed the back of his palms. “Hurry my champion, hurry! I do not know how much more of Nergal's affections I can withstand.”

She pushed him back and Daniel felt himself falling backwards out of this dream. Yet he found himself once again wondering if he was truly dreaming.

Once Isha was found by Nurgle he was perplexed. His latest plague seemed to have done little to nothing to the goddess. Her complexion was peachy almost, no fever to be found, and even her clothes looked dry and clean of sweat or grime. In fact some of the bars seemed a little clean or free of his grime?

“My love, you know escaping is futile. My sister would devour you without my tender mercies. Let me brew you a new concoction. This one seems ineffective.”

Isha signed a little in relief and wondered just who her new champion really was.

(...)

Meanwhile, in another part of the warp, a certain Chaos God(dess) was frantically searching for a certain human. All the while questioning the why’s of a certain conversation she had recently had. ‘Why didn’t I just consume his soul right off? Why did I have a conversation with him?Why did he make me feel so good?’ She said distractedly as several thorned tentacles and fingers pumped in and out of her body from various orifices. ‘It's so hard to think without him here. I can't get enough? The pleasure, it doesn't stop. I can't think. But all I can think about is wanting him. I need to find him. I need him. I need to be able to think about more than just him. But I need him. I need Danny.’ Slaanesh thought as she drowned in sensuous pleasure. Pleasure that wasn’t enough to drown out her thoughts of the mortal boy who made it easier to think and thus feel more than she ever had before. Even as scalding hot razorblades slowly rent their way down her back, Slaanesh could only think of him. Desiring him, obsessing over him, wanting to hold him, to own him. But the problem was she could not find him. He was elusive, as a ghost. Like an ephemeral beautiful dream that she had in passing. One that she was furious to wake up from. Daemonettes died by the score in her wrath for being unable to locate her precious, precious Danny! 

Her head suddenly snapped so hard to the side that had she been mortal her neck would’ve broken. She could feel him. He was here in the Warp! Her mark blazed like a beacon. And it blazed right in the heart of Nurglel’s domain.

“No… No… Nonononononono! He is mine! Mine! Mine!Mine!Mine!Mine! Mine, not yours Nurgle! You took Isha and now you want Danny? NEVER!!!!!!” With a wave of a perfectly manicured razor sharp talon a purple hued tidal wave of Daemons Great and small swept forth from the Realm of Pain and Pleasure and into the realm of Endurance and Exuberance. Not to be outdone, another horde swept forth from the realm of Blood and Brass drawn by the stench of blood and chance to offer skulls to the Bronze Throne. 

Meanwhile in the realm of Blue Spires and Fated Learnings. Tzeentch laughed… for all was going according to plan. Sure he now had to plan around the Unknown Variable, but the end result was the same. His plans continue to ceaselessly advance, and Chaos reigns again.

(...)

As the Warp copies reality. Reality copies the Warp. And so the world changes.

Miss Militia was having a good day. The gangs were on the quiet side. Armaster was in his office and was at least being ‘cordial’ to the Wards. Shadow Stalker was on monitor duty. 

“Now when is everything going to go to shit?” muttered Miss Militia. Let it be known that she was a pragmatist first and an optimist second. While she tries to look on the bright side of things, knowing Mouse Protector personally will do that, she knew that in powder keg such as Brockton Bay was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. She heard some footsteps behind her. She turned and saw a PRT trooper walking up to her with a cell phone in hand. He then spoke in whisper soft tones, “Phone Call for you MIss Militia. It's New Wave mam. They want to talk to you.”

Miss Militia gingerly picked up the cell and put it to her ear, “Miss Militia speaking how may I help you?”

Lady Photon was the voice she heard,”Good Afternoon Hannah I need to talk to you about a possible power testing for Glory Girl. A possible side effect of her powers has the family worried and I wanted to ask you for a favor to provide an examination of her and Panacea.”

“Can you mention the side effects?”

“This line isn’t secure, we need to talk in person.”

Hannah hesitated but nodded, “Where would you like to meet?”

“Boardwalk, Starchucks, twenty minutes?” Lady Photon suggested.

After a moment’s deliberation, Miss Militia nodded, “I’ll be there.”

She heard a sigh of relief come from the other end before Lady Photon said gratefully, “Thank you Hannah, I’ll see you soon.”

Hanging up the phone moment’s after the line went dead, she called out, “I’m heading out for a bit. Aegis you're in charge until I return. Try not to kill each other in the meantime…”

“So don’t pick on Sophia you mean?” Denis aka Clockblocker asked with a laugh in his tone.

“By all means, do what you like Dennis, but just remember, I won’t be here to protect you should she choose to retaliate in a way that extends into what would be deemed excessive force.”

Upon hearing that, Dennis gulped and Shadowstalker grinned in malevolent glee. She’d been stuck on console duty for trying to get back at the Wards Clown for putting pink hair dye in her shampoo. Now, her time for vengeance had come. What’s more it seemed even Miss Militia thought the idiot had gone too far this time, and was sanctioning an ass-whooping. She was gonna enjoy this.

As she walked away Hannah called out behind her, “Oh Sophia? Try not to kill him. You don’t want to break your parole and end up in Juvie do you?”

“Can I maime him like he did my hair?” She asked, in faux-politeness.

“No, probably not,” Hannah laughed. “But you know what they say, do unto others as they do unto you… I’m pretty sure we have a sharp pair of scissors and some hair dye around here somewhere…”

Sophia grinned in understanding, “I can work with that. Squirt, hold him down!”

“It’s Vista, and sure.”

“Vista you traitor!” Clockblocker yelled in a high-pitched feminine tone.

“I may not like Stalker all that much, Clock but if there’s one thing all women agree on it's that you don’t. Under any circumstances… Fuck. With. Our. Hair!”

No! Please!  I’m sorryyyy~y!”

‘Such a good day,’ Hannah thought to herself. Clockblockers ignored screams for mercy like music to her ears as she got in the elevator to go to the parking garage.

(...)

Pulling into Star Chucks, Miss Militia came to a stop on her bike. In the kickstand in place, she promptly walked into the establishment. She always kind of hated this place. She thought the coffee tasted like crap and it was overpriced to boot. That said, it was as good a place to meet fellow heroes as any. It was public, well lit, and clean. Sitting in a far corner semicircular booth, having just signed some autographs, were Lady Photon, Glory Girl, and Panacea. Making her way over the Protectorate Cape smiled under her bandana mask as she scooted in and said, “Alright, I'm here. What's going on? It sounded urgent.”

Before that, can I get you anything to drink, on me Miss Militia?” Sarah offered, ever the hostess.

Yet Miss Militia declined. No thank you. I don't really like the drinks here. So what's going on? She looked back and forth between the premier healer of Brockton Bay and her flying brick of a sister. Everything alright, kids?”

Putting her hand over Panacea’s , Lady Photon said reassuringly., “It'll be alright, Amy. We can trust Han- Miss Militia.”

“Panacea. Amy, what's wrong?” She asked worriedly.The healer, she knew, worked too many hours at the hospital. Had she pushed herself too far, collapsed or something? Did she need to have words with Carol Danvers? Unlike most in the PRT, she grew up in a war-torn country. One that didn't give a shit about laws. The only thing that mattered in the Congo was strength and who had the biggest gun. And she knew her ability was more versatile and powerful than Carol's own. And if it came right down to it, she could and would beat her in a fight if it meant protecting Amy from her emotional, and psychological abuse.

“Amy, if you don't tell her, I will.” Glory Girl said in a firm tone.

“Fine,” Amy sighed in annoyance. Before looking Miss Militia in the eye and saying, “I think long term exposure to Vicky’s aura is having an… Adverse effect on me.”

Hannah took a moment to digest all this before finally sighing. “As in, it is making you abnormally attracted to your sister.”

“Yes.” Amy admitted with abject shame in her tone, Completely unable to look up from the table top and look her sister in the eye As she felt bile rising in her throat. ‘She must hate me now. She must think me to  be something disgusting and horrid. I can't even look at her. I don't want to see the disgust in her eyes.’

Hannah found herself rubbing her temples, mostly out of anger and annoyance towards Carol Danvers. “Your mother tried so damn hard to get your aura marked as a Shaker Power rather than as Master one, Victoria. She went through the courts and everything… Don't get me wrong, I understand why she did it. What with the Simorgh?And even that new pop singer. What's her name? Canary being confined to the Bird Cage, just because she looks similar to her? And yet here we are, with irrefutable proof to the contrary. She will go to any extreme lengths to protect New Wave's reputation, and now it's biting you all in the ass.”

“I'll handle my sister. Harshly.” Lady Photon promised. “Is there anything you can do for Amy, and Victoria?” 

As always, Hannah was quick and to the point regarding procedure, “For Amy, it's rather simple. We just need to enact master stranger protocols,” Miss Militia said simply. “We need to keep her away from Victoria until the aura wears off,” She then paused before adding thoughtfully, “The problem is, she lives with her. That combined with the fact that she's been exposed for so long, we don't know how long she'd need to stay apart from her for it to take full effect.”

“I've thought of that as well,” Sarah said before adding, “And I've thought of a possible solution. I thought maybe Amy could Live with me for a while.” She looked at her niece hopefully. “That doesn't sound too bad, does it, Amy? Being able to be away from your mother for a while?”

Amy genuinely gave it some thought. Not having to be around Carol for an extended period of time actually sounded like a genuine vacation. ‘You have to be away from Vicky… But that's also probably the aura addiction talking…’ She told herself. Doing her best to smile, the healer replied. “That actually sounds really nice, Aunt Sarah. Thank you.”

“Right. Well, that's one problem settled,” Miss Militia said with a simple nod, “Now, how to deal with you,” She said, turning to the bigger problem at the table. That was Victoria and her aura.

Vicky squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, feeling like she'd done something wrong. She had half an urge to fly out of there, but she knew this wasn't really her fault. Well, it sort of was, but it also wasn't. Still, she was resisting the urge to fly away. ‘ I really owe Danny a thank you for pointing this out.’ She thought to herself. “What can I do?”

Well, you can start by training yourself to turn your aura off.” Hannah suggested.

To which? Glory Girl questioned, “Is that even possible?

“You can tone it down so it stands to reason you can turn it off. Right?”

The blonde Heroine nodded before pointing out, “Yeah, when I'm awake. I can't control it when I'm asleep.”

Stroking her chin Hannah said, “I see your point, I can always ask.Arms Mastered a whip up something that simply negates your Aura while you're asleep.”

This caused Victoria to beam happily, “That actually would be really useful, and since he makes things tiny, I can just wear it as a necklace or a bracelet or something, right?”

“Possibly, but let's not get our hopes up Just yet. Also, I think you're forgetting that Tinker Tech is hard to maintain.”

“Well, it's an idea at least, right?” Victoria, said the wind, somewhat let out of her sails.

Smiling behind our bandana, Hannah said, “It is, but I feel like you should use it as a training tool to master your aura yourself, and not rely on it completely.”

Glory Girl nodded slowly, “That's actually a good idea. Especially if it breaks down at some point.”

All right. So we're all in agreement then? Amy will stay with me while she detoxes from Victoria's aura. Miss Militia, you'll try to talk.Arms Master into creating something to allow Vicki to train her aura control?”

“Yes, I'll do what I can Armsmaster’s a bit bullheaded, but his hearts in the right place.”

“Well, it seems we have a plan of action.Let's execute it and hope we don't run into contact with the enemy.” Hanna said, standing up from the table. “Amy, you’ll need to come with me back to the Rig. At least for a little bit.”

The healer side, but said, “I understand Miss Militia,” Turning to her sister, she said, “I'm going to miss you, Vicky.”

Giving her little sister a brief hug, she said, “It'll be okay, Ames. Everything's going to be OK. I promise. We'll get through this as a family, as sisters, like we always have.”

“Yeah, sisters.” Amy said walking away with Miss Militia.

Once the PRT bike drove away with her sister on it. Victoria allowed herself to collapse in her seat. “Damn it, Aunt Sarah?! Why the hell do I keep screwing everything up?!”

Placing a hand on her back and rubbing small circles, Sarah said comfortingly, “What makes you say that, sweetheart? It's not your fault. You didn't know your aura was doing that to Amy. This really is just a tragic, terrible accident. Or are you not just talking about Amy?”

“I… I… You know, despite being a superhero.The one thing I've never been able to help is our family? And my own messed up relationships?”

“What do you mean, sweetheart? Tell me. You talk to me. You can tell me anything. You know that, right? You and Amy.”

“Mom has never… Treated Amy kindly. She's always treated her like. Like a dog you keep around even though you don't like it? Or something like that. Amys never treated her like a mother because she never treated her like a daughter. Dad just checked out and he's never really there. It's not his fault, but… And I think Mom blames Amy for Dad's depression. But Amy doesn't like messing with brains, and to be honest, I don't blame her. After all, even with everything we know about the human body, we still don't know everything about how the brain works. One screw up and Dad's not dad anymore… Mom treats me like I can do no wrong, while Amy can seemingly do nothing but wrong. I've tried brushing it off. Thinking that that's just their dynamic, but. It's not and it's not right. I thought I was doing the right thing by being there for Amy as much as I could, but in the end even that was doing her harm. I can't even have a relationship with Dean, who's the only person I feel like I can have a relationship with because of my aura. Now I find out my auras, even hurting Amy, one of the few people I do care about. So I ask again, Aunt Sarah… Why do I keep screwing everything up?” as she began to cry, bent over in her own lap.

“Ohh Vicky, this isn't your fault anymore than it is Amy's.” Sarah soothed, wrapping her niece in a hug. “It seems like your aura was controlling your life just as much as it was controlling Amy's. You know what that means, don't you? You really need to work on mastering it. If you do, who knows?There might be a boy out there who will like you just how you are. If I could be entirely candid? I've never really liked Dean all that much. He's a bit pompous.”

Despite the fact that she was crying just a moment ago, Victoria couldn't help but laugh. “Yeah, a little bit. He doesn't mean to be, though. He just comes from money.”

“I know. The fact that he's oblivious to how pompous he can act makes it a bit worse,” Sarah drawled, causing her niece to laugh again.

Sniffling a bit, Victoria asked, “What now?”

Well, I'm going to have to deal with Carol eventually,” She sighed in annoyance at the upcoming fight she's going to have to have with her sister. “But before that, why don't you and I go on patrol for a bit? I think we could both use the relaxation, clarity of mind, and mental fortitude that comes from beating up some Nazis.”

“Sounds like a plan, Aunt Sarah.”Glory Girl said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

(...)

Danny found himself jerking awake. Only he wasn't in his bed anymore. He found himself lying on a street corner, in his pajamas. ‘What the hell? Did a mover get a hold of me?’ He wondered to himself, As he looked around for any kind of familiar landmarks. Finding none, he looked for a street sign. That's when he noticed all the street signs were not in English. They were in Japanese. He blinked to himself in confusion. ‘Am I in Japan?’ He wondered As he began walking around aimlessly. ‘I thought this face got turned into a nuclear shithole because of the Leviathan? Seems pretty well off to me.’

Towering skyscrapers and bright lights were everywhere. Vendors were hawking food from stalls. It sure didn't seem like the set of a nuclear post apocalypse movie. Like Japan was often described as on PHO. As he walked by some random businessmen. Sudden understanding of the Japanese language flooded his mind. He stopped dead. ‘What the heck was that? What the hell just happened?’

He activated his power, trying to call bugs to him, when he noticed something. There were bugs in him. Parasites And they were giving his body one heck of a tune up. He was nothing short of superhuman in terms of strength, speed, agility, endurance, perception, intelligence, hand-eye coordination. His memory was impeccable, his eyesight, that of a Hawks. On top of all that was his power. It seems the little buggers had even affected the Gemma and Pollentia of his brain. Thus affecting his power and how it worked. At the moment he had only a theory, But the only thing he could come up with is that while he slept, He might have accidentally teleported to a different universe. That was the only explanation he could come up with for being in a Japan that wasn't sunk into the ocean and half nuked to hell.

“Well, Toto, looks like we aren't in Kansas anymore.” He said to himself as he looked around at this new and improved Japan. “First things first though, I should probably get some pants.” He said to himself as he walked off into the night. Right when he was about to turn the corner, he bumped into someone. He was tall, muscular with short red hair and a baby face wearing a black turtleneck and sweatpants, both of which were currently stained with blood spray. With a twitch of his fingers, small hooked razor blades came out of his wrists, knees, and elbows. 

‘Well shit,’ Danny thought to himself as he clutched the heart-shaped stone firmly in one hand. Proving once again that his dreams weren’t just dreams. ‘Seems as though I’ve stumbled onto this world’s Jack Slash and I’ve only been here all of ten seconds.’  He had no bugs, and this guy had clearly done some body modification to himself. He tensed, preparing himself for doing what he knew needed to come next… When the man jumped at him, preparing to slash at him with his razor limbs, Danny said with bravado, “Behold the ancient family technique that has been passed down for generations! Nigerundayo!” He turned tail and ran away.

The unnamed assailant just looked flabbergasted, then pissed, and then he started chasing after Danny.

(...)

Word count: 5,650.   Number of Pages: 15.   Date Completed: 2/27/2024.

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AN: Hello everyone and welcome to Chapter 2 of Because of a Sandwich. I hope you will enjoy the second chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. And now we're getting into the meat of the matters. And the Madness only starts from here. I do hope you all enjoyed it and I'll see you all next time. Now here's Snowy and Hassan to finish things off.

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