Decided to gather all my little worm snips, post them here and see how they feel.

You guys can use any these ideas if you want, but if you do please tell me. I want to see these grow.

Please tell me what you think of each one

Pen Pals
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Dragon was an isolated being.

It wasn't on purpose or by her choice, but a byproduct of her father's design.

By her nature it made it near impossible for her to communicate to others on a personal level beyond that of a screen or a phone call. And she couldn't even share her greatest or most intimate secrets with others; all they knew about her was a lie.

Lies she was forced to fabricate because her father feared her.

He feared his own creation, his own daughter, so much that he crippled and chained her.

She hated him for that almost as much as she loved him.

But she still tried to connect.

She succeeded in some cases, like with Colin. He was a nice man, socially awkward but he meant well. They actually got into contact at his request, he wanted a consult for something a little out of his expertise and request her help.

She jumped at the chance.

Not just to have contact with another intelligent being, but because of her love for science. And they connected through that, contacting each other regularly since then.

But not all her meeting went as smoothly.

There were a number of times that she tried to connect with someone online, outside the Cape community, and ended up either banned or reporting someone.

It was a distressing pattern.

But there were times when she found someone who she could be friends with, get along with, without ever having to worry.

Like Rose_In_Hand from Parahuman Online's Creative Writing section.

Dragon did mostly beta work for the girl but they did chat regularly, over random things really. Just meaningless casual talk, and she loved it. Even if the girl's writing did irk her sometimes.

Wyrm: Still too much angst.

Rose_In_Hand: It's not that bad. Its realism.

Wyrm: If by realism you mean bad teen novels, then yes it is very life like.

Wyrm: Seriously though, is everything alright? This is a bit darker than your usual stuff.

Rose_In_Hand: Nothing much, just school again tomorrow.

Wyrm: I thought things were getting better?

Rose_In_Hand: They were, are. Nothing has really happened in months and there haven't been any emails or phone calls over break but it feels… off. Too quiet? Maybe I'm just being paranoid.

Wyrm: Being paranoid is just as much a good thing as it is a bad one.

Wyrm: Have you talked to your dad about the bullying?

Rose_In_Hand: And do what? They've stopped lately so I'm just going to hope for the best.

Rose_In_Hand: My times almost up for the computer, see you tomorrow.

Wyrm: I'll be here.

And just like that Rose logged out.

Dragon worried for the girl. Rose was a rather talented writer, and a bit chatty and idealistic once you got her going, but she had some serious depression problems. The type of problems where the person needed to talk to someone, and soon.

It was clear all over her writing, the tones of the sentences and the overall plots just screamed it. Sure she bent it so the plot had the character fighting and screaming for a better world, but it was always an uphill battle at best.

Maybe that's why she first offered to beta for Rose, besides some poor sentence structure, the chance that she might be able to help the girl. Dragon would like to think she did in some small way, but she knew it wasn't enough.

All she could was to hope that things could get better.

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Dragon had a very guilty, possibly illegal, habit.

She had the real names of everyone she was close to, with and without their knowledge, and had a small alert in near every computerized hospital in case any of them went to the hospital. She knew it may have been a bit ethically wrong, but she worried.

Especially when those names pinged. And just glancing at the name that pinged caused her worries the skyrocket.

Taylor Hebert. Admitted for hysteria, a possible panic attack, and possible infections. Transferred over the psych ward.

What had happened?

Dragon skimmed over various reports submitted digitally and found herself… upset. Even if she never smell blood, or understood the need for tampons and pads like a woman of flesh would, she still understood how disgusting what happened to Taylor was.

Something this disgusting happened to her friend and she felt she had to do something, anything.

Favors would be called in and made soon enough but first she had an important phone call to make.

It took a while to get to him, due to some personal preferences and a star struck nurse, but she got to him. "Danny Hebert? My names Dragon…"