The cocoon spits out five children. They look around their surroundings. The one who was Screamer hugs herself and starts humming a tune. The one who was Breed looks at her curiously.

The shock of suddenly being spat out of a cocoon is probably enough to induce Manifestation. 

It probably would be, for most people. Here, the only one who does get shocked enough for that is the one who used to be Silver Morning, who feels a moment of omnipotence—

—and then a bunch of ground floats up to cover her in protective armor. Breed peers at her, now.

"...hi," says she-who-used-to-be-Screamer. "Um. What's going on?"

"I dunno—where's my mom?" asks ex-Crimson.

They suddenly perceive what looks like the hologram of a silver little girl. "Hello," it says. 

Ex-Screamer scrams and then clamps her hands on her mouth. "Who're you?" she asks. "Why are we here?"

"I'm Hannah. You're here because I brought you back from the dead, sorta. And it's 1998! And I'm fairly sure most of you are orphans."

"Nuh uh, if I'd died I'd remember it," she says.

"Maybe you forget it when you die," ex-Nyx suggests.

"Bullshit," says ex-Crimson.

"Hah! That's so Charles. Simple, I cut those memories out, along with the rest of the ones you all made as superpowered serial killers."

"I'm sorry, what," says he-who-was-Breed.

"You were all part of a team of horrible murderers who roamed around the country killing people for kicks using your really gross superpowers. I ate all of you. Here, I'll show you."

They're now treated to a highlights reel of Hannah fighting and devouring all of them, from her perspective. 

"Oh, and you were grown ups."

"Bullshit," repeats Charles-who-was-Crimson.

"Okay, you tell me why you're standing naked in the middle of the woods covered in goo, talking to a hologram who's showing you videos of grown up you being eaten, after being spewed out of a cocoon."

"There's people being eaten. Doesn't mean it's us," Charles says, rolling his eyes.

"Good point! Well, search your memories for a bit. Notice any suspicious gaps?" She looks at she-who-was-Screamer and the former Breed. "Well, not so much you two."

"Why not us?" Lilly-who-was-Screamer asks. Charles, Nat-who-was-Silver-Morning, and Carol-who-was-Nyx all frown.

"You were just a spoiled brat. The rest of you...not so much. Lots of trauma and pain in those freaky little heads of yours."

"I was not!" protests Lilly. William just shrugs.

She smiles and shakes her head at her. "Another thing, you might have noticed that you all feel really, really good? Physically, at least. Thoughts seem clearer?"

"...yeah, they do," says William.

"Why are we villains?" demands Charles.

"I wouldn't be a villain," Lilly insists. "I'd totally be a hero." Pause. "What's my power?" She looks at Nat, who's covered in armour made of earth. "Why does she have powers?"

"You're all now what are called Miracles. You're physically and mentally something like human++, and you'll heal from anything over time. Including age. You're immortal! And you'll get extra awesome powers when you Manifest. If you were most other kids it would have happened to all of you once woke up in the cocoons, but you're all a bit messed up. Sorry, but it's true."

"I'm not messed up!" Lilly insists. "Maybe they are but I'm not."

"Shut up," snarls Charles.

"It's not your fault. You all just got an unlucky combo of genetics and environment. But things will be better this time. Or at least better than the last five times."

"...last five times?" William asks.

"Excuse me," says Carol-who-has-been-silent-all-this-time, "but what is going on? Heroes and villains don't exist. They're make believe. From stories. You know?"

"Where you're from, maybe. On this world and my world there are lots of people with powers. And soon you will, too!" She claps.

"So why am I in your world?"

"Um, what did you mean by five times?" William asks again, and Lilly nods.