Jeremy felt awful. Nothing about his time in that terrible school had gone right, and now Mr. Robot was dead and that mean, stupid Aaron had won, even though all he'd done was do something stupid and roll with it. Stupid. Jeremy felt an odd sense of loss, something entirely different from anything that he'd ever felt before, even when his Bubble Buddy popped, at the fact that Mr. Robot had died, and now he'd never see him again. Jeremy felt even worse for how he'd suspected him in the end, letting that mean Aaron get away, and made a silent promise to himself to try to stay more trusting of people. Reflecting back on the game, Jeremy couldn't help but feel there were a bunch of 'maybe's and 'if only's, 'if only' he hadn't lost conciousness in the chemistry lab, 'if only' He'd had Bubble Buddy check for traps, 'if only' he'd noticed what Aaron was doing and been able to stop him, maybe Mr. Robot would still be alive? In the end, Jeremy went on with his life, his parents helping him to cheer up, and he moved past wallowing in his failure, but this only left him with a plethora of questions. Where did those strange people he met at the school come from? How did he get teleported there? What happened to Mr. Bear after the entire thing was over? And perhaps most importantly of all, who on earth were the mysterious men in sunglasses who drove him back home?

Once Jeremy was returned home from his latest game, he felt this word buzz of energy in his core, almost as if his power had... changed, in some way. After being dropped off, Jeremy found himself being given a barrage of questions by his parents, though the sunglasses men were nowhere to be seen this time around. After talking about how cool The Kingslayer was and how scary and definitely evil Marco was for a while, Jeremy was finally allowed to go outside. Bouncing excitedly, Jeremy made a Bubble Buddy and rushed out the door, excited to play around with his power. When Jeremy reached the park, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his bubbles, then began to feel around inside himself. The victory in the games had altered his power, if ever so slightly, and, as he breathed into his bubble wand, Jeremy could sense how much more freeform it had become. Instead of creating a Bubble Buddy, impossible, as one was already out, Jeremy grabbed hold of the complex series of reactions that gave his Bubble Buddy their form, strength and thought, and shaped it. What came out of the bubble wand was neither a Bubble Buddy nor the floating blobs of failure, but a strong, hard bubble, rocketing forwards and punching clean through a tree, sending it crashing to the ground with a sharp snap. Jeremy grinned, he was going to enjoy this, he was going to enjoy it a lot, and he turned around to head home.

Jeremy did not have a good time in London. Over the course of a week Marco repeatedly terrorised him, the evil science man threatening to set bodies on fire for science, while the rest of the group made arrangements to get back home. Jeremy, on the other hand, wasn't even sure where home was, and spent the days trying to find something to do. He was miserable. No one out there played baseball, and it was too crowded to summon Bubble Buddy without freaking people out like that time in Mexico. Sam and Snom were fun to play with, but Sams parents picked him up pretty quickly, and that just made Jeremy miss his own parents. By the time the sunglasses men came to pick him up, in their funny black suits, Jeremy was just about done with London. Jeremy went through the usual when he got home, "where were you?", "who did you meet?", "what happened?", "are there any changes to your abilities?". Jeremy answered as best he could, though exact details were hard to get ever since he realised how evil the science men were. After a few days of slipping back into his routine of eating, sleeping, learning and playing, Jeremy began to wonder "how big can I make my super bubble?". Wasting no time, Jeremy took a deep breath and blew, the bubble expanding, his will flowing into it, bigger, bigger, until finally it flopped off the bubble wand after reaching a 15 foot radius. Curious, Jeremy stuck his arm into the bubble, then walked inside. The bubble hardened around him, forming a defensive shell, and Jeremy realised. He had a MEGA BUBBLE!

Jeremy had a fun time in Hong Kong. Mr. Bucksworth was nice, and nobody tried to kidnap him, which was always good! Jeremy still felt a little sad about Mr. Oxob, but Mr. Bucksworth had reassured him it was fine, so by the time he was picked up by the sunglasses men to go home he was already back to his usual cheerful self. After the usual questions, and a brief admonishment from his very upset mother about using his bubbles so publicly, Jeremy was once more free to roam the streets near his house, playing with whatever he found. Having now been to a city, Jeremy was starting to find his street a little... odd. There were never any other people, apart from the few small families that occasionally came to stay, and they rarely remained for more than a month or two, as well as the occasional kid of one of the guards who worked at the ends of the street. Jeremy had heard that they weren't supposed to 'int-er-act' with him, but sometimes the nicer guards sneaked him candy. His favourite was the toffees, but he also really liked strawberry candies. One time he got strawberry bonbons, and they were both toffee AND strawberry! There was also one time he got something called a 'Jawbreaker', and it was really crunchy, but even though he tried really hard he couldn't bite into it properly until the guard who gave it to him told him you weren't actually supposed to bite it. Jeremy didn't understand why they would name it something that you would only find out if you bit it if you weren't supposed to bite it, but some names were silly. Where was his train of thought going again? Jeremy wondered, but then saw a really weird looking beetle nearby, and ran over to watch it.

After the horrifying dream that plagued him that night, Jeremy went outside to play. His Parents were still asleep, but he was always good at climbing and just dragged a chair to the door, grabbing the keys from a hook nearby as he did so. Once outside, Jeremy did what he always did: draw on his notepad, draw on the ground, and play with bubbles. Something was off today, though, something about his dream nagging at him, the way his Bubble Buddies just popped and how tiring they were to make for how badly they had done. Bubble Buddy was his best friend, and that would never, ever, ever change, but Jeremy wanted a way to grab things without Bubble Buddy needing to get hurt. So he did something he had never done before. Jeremy practiced. Jeremy knew what he was doing when controlling his bubbles... sort of, he just had to think really hard and put those thoughts inside of the bubbles, some thoughts made Bubble Buddy, some made a Bubble Blast, and some made a Bubble Barrier, but he had never really tried to understand the why or the how of his abilities, relying purely on some unknown instinct. This time, Jeremy tried to focus on what he wanted his bubbles to do, and then push that into them. It wasn't great, at first, the bubbles just coming out as normal, small, easily poppable blobs that floated around before bursting, but Jeremy eventually got the hang of changing where they drifted, and after pushing a few angry thoughts into them the bubbles became slightly more solid, eventually reaching the point where they could coalesce into a sort of bubble hand. Jeremy, immensely proud of himself, summoned Bubble Buddy and gave him a bubble high five.

Jeremy Soap had a great time when he returned home, his bubbles were feeling stronger than ever before, people smiled whenever he walked by, and he just felt happy and healthy in general. Unbeknownst to Jeremy, his activities had activated some of the still dormant aspects of his enhancements, releasing an inbuilt inhibitor on his latent psychic energies and beginning to accelerate his physical growth and augment his physique, the earliest effects making his adorable form grow slightly, pushing him closer to becoming the charismatic leader he was designed to be. The degree to which Jeremys powers had grown was still fairly small, but the unintended growth was something his handlers were on alert about, even as he went about his seemingly normal buisness. The co-operation with the foundation was beneficial for both organisations, but the intermediaries they insisted on using were not entirely trustworthy, or even all that well understood. The documentation they acquired on the mysterious individuals referred to as 'contractors' was also extremely helpful in making strides in their research to improve upon Jeremys design, something which had stalled while he matured, but in the end the benefits of allowing him to go on these excursions were starting to be outweighed by risks that should be functionally impossible to actually occur, though the mysterious intermediaries seemed to have found a way. The biggest issue was if it was even possible to stop the intermediaries, now that they had taken an interest in Jeremy, and what the risks of trying to do so even were. In the end, it was likely they would just have to leave Jeremy to his fate, and start again with a new subject.

After the animal uprising, Jeremy couldn't so much as look at a small rodent without quivering in terror. The setback to his training and education was unacceptable, far moreso than the fear of scientists, and would need to be curbed, so Jeremy was assigned a therapist to help him get past his newfound fears, and hopefully the uprising would be fully quashed by the time he was to be properly deployed, when he reached adulthood. The assignment of a therapist turned out to be far more useful than predicted, as it turned out these 'harbingers' had on previous occasions abducted Jeremy in his sleep. Jeremy, innocent and gullible as he was, hadn't even questioned these instructions and had woken up after the missions completion thinking it was all just an elaborate dream, but the events he recounted lined up with some of the bits of information they had managed to barter with the foundation for about anomalous events, and there were some that at least sounded plausible enough that they might have been actual things that happened to him instead of the wild imagination of a 10 year old. This breach was unnaceptable, but they had no available measures to contain dream entities without further bargaining with the foundation, which meant loaning Jeremy for more missions, and once again risking him before his powers had the chance to fully develop. The challenge of keeping a 10 year old with psychic powers alive seemed to be something the entities referred to as 'contractors' were capable of, but a meeting would be needed to properly assess the benefits.

Jeremy was happy. His bubble hand had proven it's worth as the strongest arm, super strong! Stronger than any other arm to ever exist! The best thing to do now, Jeremy decided, was to make his bubbles EVEN STRONGER! And so, Jeremy decided to work out. Through long hours of perseverance, Jeremy lifted all sorts of things with his bubblekinesis, from rocks, to bigger rocks, to even bigger rocks. As time passed, Jeremys bubbles grew to wield a great deal of strength, more than was in the entirety of young Jeremy Soaps body, truly a beacon of physical power. The nice people who sometimes checked on Jeremy were very happy with how much stronger he got, even if he sometimes got headaches from pushing his bubbles to hard, and Jeremy even got a candy! It was lime flavoured, and Jeremy didn't like it as much as peach or grape, but it was still very yummy, and made Jeremy very motivated to do his best! If Jeremy was really good, and tried really hard, he might even be able to make all the scary bad science men go away, and then everybody would be safe and happy forever! Jeremy worked hard, and Bubble Buddy would cheer him on until he popped, limitless motivation fuelling Jeremy as he lifted greater and greater weight, eventually reach such a degree of strength in his bubble hand that a big muscle man would struggle to beat him! But not Zoxob, because he was super, super big and muscly, but Jeremy would be stronger than him eventually.

Jeremy was readying himself to face Peter Pan in a months time, when he sat down and thought about what he needed. Jeremy needed to be stronger, so Peter Pan couldn't just squish him, braver, to face his magic, and able to survive his "The air is now poison" magic. Jeremy had no idea how to do the last two, so his first plan was to get STRONG! Jeremy did push-ups, and sit-ups, and ALL of the running, racing around the house he was staying at while in Neverland. Soon, Jeremy was no longer simply Jeremy, but was now BUFF JEREMY! He could do a lot number of push ups, and even lift really big and heavy things without using his bubbles! Next to work on, was becoming braver. Jeremy tried to think of how best to do that, and decided to talk to the bravest person he knew, Grace. Grace talked to him about what he was scared of, and sang him a nice song to help him while he did a big puzzle, and Jeremy ended up feeling less and less scared as the month went on. Finally, there was how to get around Peter Pans Poison Power (or PPPP as Jeremy decided to call it) but Jeremy couldn't think of anything, so he just practiced holding his breath and running around. Jeremy was REALLY good at holding his breath, even Grace couldn't hold her breath as long as Jeremy! Jeremy was very happy, especially with all his new friends here to help him!

Jeremy was readying himself to face Peter Pan in a months time, when he sat down and thought about what he needed. Jeremy needed to be stronger, so Peter Pan couldn't just squish him, braver, to face his magic, and able to survive his "The air is now poison" magic. Jeremy had no idea how to do the last two, so his first plan was to get STRONG! Jeremy did push-ups, and sit-ups, and ALL of the running, racing around the house he was staying at while in Neverland. Soon, Jeremy was no longer simply Jeremy, but was now BUFF JEREMY! He could do a lot number of push ups, and even lift really big and heavy things without using his bubbles! Next to work on, was becoming braver. Jeremy tried to think of how best to do that, and decided to talk to the bravest person he knew, Grace. Grace talked to him about what he was scared of, and sang him a nice song to help him while he did a big puzzle, and Jeremy ended up feeling less and less scared as the month went on. Finally, there was how to get around Peter Pans Poison Power (or PPPP as Jeremy decided to call it) but Jeremy couldn't think of anything, so he just practiced holding his breath and running around. Jeremy was REALLY good at holding his breath, even Grace couldn't hold her breath as long as Jeremy! Jeremy was very happy, especially with all his new friends here to help him!

My brain feels weird today. It feels like someone poured warm jelly over it and then stirred it with a really big wooden spoon, then put it in a jelly mold to set and cleaned it and put it back almost the same as it was before, but not the same. It is a very funny feeling, and when I dodge stuff or try to react to things I feel faster, like my super fast musclys are now in my brain. Like super fast brain musclys. I think it might be the bad dinosaurs fault, they had big brain powers and were very very bad when I saw them last time, and then they stole the thing and let mister Petur die, which was super bad. Because they are a bad dino. If the Bad Dino did do this, does that mean he's sorry? If bad dino is super super sorry, I might forgive him. Because he is a dino, and dino's are cool, almost as cool as bubbles! My bubbles are easier to contraol too, when I make a hand with my bubbles, it's both stronger than me and now almost as fast! I wish they were faster, but then it would be too good of a superpower, and that wouldn't be fair to the other people. I hope I get sent on another job soon, I want to make my bubbles faster, then I can punch bad people with bubbles! In the face! But not the bad dino, if they apologise.

When me and Mr. Caveman were being taken home from the mission the science lady sent us on, I got bored, and started singing, but Mr. Caveman got angry again and hit me. I think he might be a bad caveman, and i ended up very sore even with my bubble armour. Then there was a lot of loud noises, and the scary car lady and her friend ended up breaking open the van me and Mr. Caveman were in, and then Mr. Caveman ran away with them. I think they might have been doing something bad, because there were a lot of upset people and the Science lady was upset too, so I ended up going with them into another van and being taken home.

When I got home, mom was doing something called Yoga, and I ended up copying her because it looked fun. It was really easy, too! I could get my whole head between my legs, though stretching too much makes my muscles nad tummy feel funny, like they're made of rubber. Or bubbles! I'm like a bubble now, like Bubble Buddy! That's fun! My skin looks all bubbly when I stretch too, and I feel super squishy, though I still get all tough when I bump into things, which means I can bounce off walls now! Mom and Dad say I can't bounce off walls without one of them watching, though, since I might break stuff on accident, which would be a bad thing to do.