(translated from Wingdings) HELLO DEAR READERS. I AM WINGDINGS GASTER. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DO NOT KNOW ME, THAT IS QUITE UNDERSTANDABLE, HOWEVER, IF YOU ARE NOT FAMILIAR WITH MY SON, COMIC SANS GASTER, OR SANS THE SKELETON, I WILL BE INCREDIBLY SURPRISED. THIS CHAPTER WILL BE ABOUT THE ORIGINS OF GLADE TENNYSON. THIS BOOK WILL COVER TOPICS WITHIN THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT UNIVERSE. OH, AND BY THE WAY, I WON'T BE THE ONLY NARRATOR FOR THE ENTIRE BOOK. AND NOW, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, LET US EXPLORE GLADE'S ORIGINS.
In the year 2029, a child was born. This child was Glade Korinne Tennyson. Humanity had gotten used to the prospect of metahumans and superheroes and were now beginning to explore space. As a child, Glade was unnaturally mature and intelligent in contrast to her age. On her 5th birthday, a curtain caught fire due to an accident while she was home alone. When her parents returned home, distressed and worried, they were shocked to see Glade, bucket in hand, splash water on the fire. Such feats became more common as she grew. At age 6, she taught herself how to build a computer from scratch. At age 10, she successfully drove off a robber. Unfortunately, in December of that year, her family was wiped out by a gang known as the Road Rippers. They were led by a well-known mob boss by the name, Fistrick.
[Recording with transcript]
*static*
The camera shows a robbery going on. Iron Man and a security guard are in a standoff against Fistrick and Rojo, and the Tennyson family is in the middle of it all.
Fistrick: PUT THE MONEY IN THE BAG!
Rojo: And make it quick or I'll shoot you where you stand!
Security guard: Hands in the- *bang* GAHHHAAARGUUHHHHRBLUHHURRGH!
Iron Man: Alright buddy, surrender now and we can- *gets hit by an RPG* WOOAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAARGHHH *crash*
Carl, Frank, Natalie, and Sandra Tennyson: Please! Don't hurt our children!
Fistrick: SHADDUP, B*TCH! *SLAP*
Sandra: AGH! *ca-clack* *BANG* *BANG*
Maxwell Tennyson: GET AWAY FROM MY GRANDCHILDREN! *BANG BANG BANG*
Glade: why... did you... *quiet sobbing*
Fistrick: Wait. Tie her up boys, I need to... relieve myself.
[Recording ends]
THE RECORDING HAS BEEN CUT OFF DUE TO... MY INABILITY TO STOMACH THIS. DON'T WORRY, THERE STILL ARE MORE RECORDINGS.
After this traumatic event, a police officer named Devin Levin saved Glade as Fistrick attempted to kidnap her. It was at this moment that Glade's mental health went into a downward spiral. She often relived the incident, as she called it, in her dreams and PTSD episodes. Her adoptive sibling, Kevin Levin, always stayed by her side. But what her new family didn't know was that Glade spent her time planning revenge on Fistrick. One day, she found her chance to kill Fistrick.
[Recording with transcript]
*CRASH*
A gray, pillbug shaped pod, has fallen from space into a dark alleyway.
Glade: What is this... weird pod?
The pod opens up. A green light emanates from it. Driven by curiosity, Glade cautiously approaches the pod. Something leaps out from the pod and attaches to her wrist. Instead of being scared however, Glade is intrigued by it.
Glade: ...interesting.
[Recording ends]
The next day, a small-time criminal's body was found in a dumpster. After the aforementioned criminal fled the scene of his latest theft, he was never seen, until the dumpster was found. Upon opening the dumpster, the CSI's were hit by the stench of burning flesh and something that smelled like sulfur. The body was covered in strange green goo, burns, thorns, slashes, and blood, seemed to have been run over by a large tire, there were fist marks that could have only been left by high strength impacts, crystals impaled into various parts of the body, bite marks all over, some seemingly self-induced injuries, and there was a rudimentary polygraph device hooked up to the brain. The footage taken from the CCTV showed a person in a purple cloak walking away. The news outlets went wild. Some speculated a new violent vigilante, others said it could have been aliens, and some were even convinced that this was divine retribution of some sort and created a cult. No matter the reason, everyone was afraid.
[Recording with transcript]
Cash Murray: Well, well well. If it isn't the loser of the class, Jamie. Got some money, loser?
Jamie: I-i don't have any cash on me! I swear!
Glade: Well hello there, Cash. Haven't you heard the news?
Cash is unnerved.
Cash: Okay! Okay, I'll back off. As for you (looks at Jamie) you got lucky, loser.
Cash huffily walks off.
Glade: That fucking asshole is annoying. (looks at Jamie) Are you okay?
Jamie: I didn't need your help, and he'll probably be bothering me later because of that.
Glade: ...sure you didn't.
Jamie: whatever. (walks off)
[Recording ends]
Glade's secret nightly excursions went on, and on, and on. She often clashed with the heroes and law enforcement. Sometimes she would come home with scrapes, and Kevin and Devin would be worried that she had inflicted those injuries on herself, but every time they asked, she brushed it off and said she was all right.
[Recording with transcript]
Batman: Who are you? Every bit of information I have on you is quite... vague.
Glade: That secret's for me to keep and for you to find out.
Batman: I can't let you kill those criminals. They still deserve a chance at life.
Glade: You're defending people who have most likely done unspeakable deeds. How ironic.
Batman: Surrender now, or else.
Glade: Never. (brings out a knife)
Batman: Then you leave me no choice. (assumes a battle stance)
(1 minute later)
Batman's suit is shredded and on fire, with sections of it that have been transmuted into Styrofoam.
Batman: huff... huff... how are you this powerful?
Glade: I just am. If you come after me again, that fancy suit of yours isn't gonna be the only thing I transmute.
(The video transitions into another)
As Glade is about to burn off a thug's face, Eraserhead drops down from the ceiling.
Eraserhead: Hey. Don't move.
Glade: Or else what? (hand changes into Diamondhead's shaped as a blade, rushes at Eraserhead)
Eraserhead attempts to use his quirk, but it doesn't work.
Eraserhead: What? This means she could be... a metahuman!
Eraserhead dodges to the left.
Eraserhead: Let me guess. You're a metahuman, aren't you?
Glade: ...honestly, I'm not sure.
Eraserhead is visibly confused. Suddenly, All Might crashes through the door.
All Might: I AM HERE! ...uhhhh Eraserhead? What happened here?
All Might finally realizes what is going on and turns to look at Glade.
All Might: AH! YOU MUST BE THE NEW VIGILANTE IN TOWN! LISTEN HERE YOUNG LADY, YOU CAN'T KILL THAT CRIMINAL, BECAUSE IT ISN'T ETHICAL TO DO THAT-
Glade, using XLR8's speed, rushes at All Might and stabs his side. In this universe, All For One never gave him his iconic injury, instead, Glade is the one to give it to All Might.
All Might: AAAAHHHHHRRRGGGGHHHHAAAAA-
Glade's Diamondhead arm suddenly becomes a fusion of Heatblast's and Diamondhead's arm and cauterizes All Might's wound.
All Might: *heavy breathing* BLAAAARRGHHHH! (he puked on the floor)
Eraserhead: ALL MIGHT! Are you okay?
All Might: i-i'm fine. get me to Chiyo. *coughing*
[Recording ends]
One day, she found information on Fistrick's possible whereabouts.
[Recording with transcript]
Glade: Okay. The heroes and dad's coworkers should be preoccupied with the Shie Hassakai grunts. When no one's looking, I'll take a random one and ask them about Fistrick.
(9 minutes later...)
Glade: Thanks for the information.
Random thug: W-will you let me go now? Please?
Glade: Sure. (drops him over the edge)
Random thug: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH- *splat*
[Recording ends]
I'M AFRAID THAT'S ALL THE FOOTAGE I HAVE CREATED FOR NOW. SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE.