Prologue
•||Earth 3564||•
"♪~I tried so hard and I got so far! But in the end, it doesn't even matter~♪"
Jade slammed her hand on her phone, wincing at the consequential crack. Great. Just great. She'd have to get the screen repaired on the way to school. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stretched her lean arms above her head, relaxing once she hears the pop. Another day in the presence of idiotic bastards awaited her and she couldn't wait for it to be over even though it had just started. You are incredibly depressing, you know.
It wasn't like it was her fault that life is a bitch that decided to fuck up her life. Language. "Oh, so you can excuse bastard but not fuck?" Jade scoffed, immediately getting a response from her annoyingly smug symbiote. Yes. And stop blaming fate for your messed up mental state. "Lalalala, I can't hear you." Jade, firmly set on staying delusional, blocked out her condescending (but right!) parasite. This was how she began every day, arguing with an entity that only she can hear, alone in a crappy apartment. Oh, how the... Regular have fallen.
Rising to her feet, she padded over to the bathroom, going through the regular morning motions. Pick eyes, brush teeth, take a freezing cold shower, stare at mirror while contemplating why the fuck she looked like that ( That would be the sleep deprivation and the fact you have a parasite inside of you), dry hair, don't bother to try to brush the mop of short, matted black strands on her head. After throwing on a simple outfit of a black tank top, old hoodie from her brother and ripped jean, Jade trudged out of the house, her backpack on by one strap. You could at least try to be classy.
It's honestly a mystery how an alien life form with such high standards chose her of all people. Like, yeah she has muscles but that's all. Otherwise, she's just your normal depressed freak that is too tired to hide it. Not to be cliché or something but no one at school likes her and not even in the "oh I'm so sad because everyone looks over me way". That she would be happy with. No, she got the "everyone is making my life a living hell for no fucking reason" version. Oh look, to no one's surprise, the upset human is being dramatic. "I will literally turn myself in to The Lab if you don't shut up." She snapped under her breath, trying her best to not draw attention to herself.
Just because you don't have a father doesn't mean you have to act like it. "...Stop talking before I go right back home and snort a line. You don't want your host body ruined by drugs, do you now?" At the lack of response, Jade let out a sigh of relief, ignoring the sting in her chest at those harsh words. Sheesh, she didn't have to go that far, she thought, kicking a pebble and watching as it skidded. Since her dad died when she was ten, she has lacked a male role model in her life, not like she needed one. Feminism and all that. It was just... Hard not to miss the guy every once in a while. She could still hear his gravelly voice as he taught her proper pillow fort building and how to defend herself in an actual fight—
"Since a simple kick to nuts won't always be possible, my little wolf!" He said as he showed her a standard jab, adjusting her posture as Jade attempted the punch. "But papa, it's nuts or nothing!" The chuckle that escaped him was so genuine, so full, that it embedded itself in the child's mind to be remembered for the rest of her life. "Darn right it is!" He praised proudly, the lesson forgotten as he picked up his daughter and spun her around, blissfully unaware that it was his last time doing that.
Headphones in and blasting Rabbit Hole, Japanese version, she sub-consciously but expertly weaved her way through the bustling streets of New York. The screens on the sides of the taller buildings currently showcased a news report on Bubsolotl's latest battle with Incedio, a Harry Potter fan that had way too much access to a lab. It's safe to say that that battle ended embarrassingly quickly so it was a surprise that they were even reporting on it. Guess the city's superhero saviour is too famous to ignore, which is exactly the reason why Jade could never be a super despite her unwanted powers. Powers that she got when a fucking symbiote thought she would be a good host. You are a good host! Biologically, at least. Attitude could use a little work, though. "Be quiet. If anyone has an attitude problem, it's you, Viper." She hissed out loud, earning a couple of weirded out looks from bystanders.
Bubsolotl was New York's Spiderman, like Spiderman from the comics. Her powers are... Okay. By that, Jade meant that they get the job done but we're just boring. Like sure the superhero can create a bubble around her enemies and then make the air inside the combustible, which only works because the villains so far either have machinery that causes sparks or flame powers. "Any other situation it probably won't work unless she keeps the villain in there long enough that they run out of oxygen. There is a possibility that the bubbles are indestructible since the bubble around the attacker doesn't pop until it explodes. Apart from that, she can pretty much only use the bubbles for travel as she's commonly seen using them as steps around town—" Do you mind not obsessing about the hero in public?
That snapped Jade out of her muttering, allowing her to notice how people are looking at her like she was batshit crazy. She kept her head, grumbling about how she was not obsessed. She just liked analysing things and/or people she found relatively interesting.
First day back. Not even on campus yet and she was pissed off and looking insane to outsiders. She didn't want to imagine dealing with the real life version of "The Plastics". Jessica, Kyle and Emma (Generic ass names if I've ever seen them. "Oh so you can swear but I can't?"), who were all hell-bent on making her life as miserable as possible, were probably already waiting for at the gate, newest attempt at humiliation in hand. Or just out right violence. Either way, this year was going to be looooooong.