The Not So Average Life Of An Average OC.

Chapter 1: The Hierarchy

Genre: Whatever I want it to be. Although I'm set on a comedy setting as always.

All characters except my own are property of the respective owners. I take no part in the ownership, and the making of this story is for recreational purposes and writing exercises only. Although I take exercise a bit seriously. So sue me for tryin to be fit.

This is going to be another story using the character from my previous stories. But this time hell have at least 4 main OC'S to hang around with. Just wait throughout the story to see them come gradually. Like waiting for a delicious muffin to rise.

Now shut it, read it, and enjoy the story for what it's worth.

This is the story of the fictional realm and all its glory and poverty. And it's cheetos. Beware the cheeto stench.

In the another realm, a realm with all your beloved fictional characters, you will see that all of you favorite moments of fiction come from this land filled with what are known as fiction reels. Presented to your world in the form of movies, games, anime, manga, and cartoons of varying origins, these are essentially the way to make currency. What you call canon characters are no more than overly human looking super inhuman actors. However; This alone is not enough to sustain all members of this magical realm of diverse and strange personalities. There are what you call OC'S. Or as they are typically called, Ordinary Characters. They are the unused. The characters who are not a part of an established series. They work manual labor jobs and many others an ordinary person of earth would and receive similar payrolls.

Among the people however, there is another group that controls a level of fame. Or rather infamy. A group know as the Death-Guard, a sort of peace keeping force. As we enter into this realm, of not only mystery, but comedy, we will find out just how the Death-Guard and Murakami will come together. Along with some special friends he will meet. Some canon. Some OC's.

As we lay our bare eyes upon the dark and dimly lit city known as Ark City, a city of hopes, crushed hopes thrown to the wayside of despair, and rekindled fires, we see the sun rise over this slightly futuristic looking city that seems straight out of Batman The Animated Series. Minus all the crack, cocaine, and meth along with the string of "deadly" criminals.

We bring our gaze to a five story luxury apartment building. The outer appearance is a sleek white with many balconies showing for each room. Our eyes bring us to the 4th floor, room 407. This is the room of "barely over the poverty line" Murakami Kai. In this story he will be our focus as we witness the daily routine of an unused, or rather OC if you will.

"…Man. What a weird dream" Said the 25 year old Murakami as he awoke from a dream with his crusty ass eye lids barely opened "I was actually starring right alongside with Mister Saitama."

As he gets out of bed, we notice him passing by a plethora of posters and other memorabilia. Some of people like the famous canon hero Son Goku of Dragon Ball fame, and even a poster of the Saber from Fate Stay Night that was signed by the lady herself. But none were enough to compare to the massive amounts of Saitama the One Punch Man. Yes. To Kai, Saitama was his greatest inspiration I'm life. A man who's strength he achieved through nothing but mere standard strength training and could defeat opponents in one blow. For our "hero", to us, Murakami is the all time biggest ascended fanboy for Mister Saitama.

"Hmm…I wonder if I'll ever get that raise at that shitty place." Kai thought to himself while brushing his teeth and showering, as he pondered the chances of him getting a raise at Blanc De Canon. For him, affording his apartment was quite the struggle. Many a canon character visit the restaurant he works at, Blanc De Canon, and many of them are the most pompous off screen. But the pay is decent, and pays what may as well be 18 bucks an hour for the average man working in Earth's America.

"All day. Having to wait the tables of those bastards. With the occasional stoned couple actually giving tips. If it wasn't for the joint being extremely rich the pay wouldn't be decent enough for a guy who barely gets by with tips. I gotta find better work if I can't get approved for canon status."

He has applied at least 50 times in the last 3 years for work in the Dragon Ball franchise. 10 times was for side character status while the rest were for major character. The more status the better the payout. He was born to an odd fusion of genres. As he passes by his kitchen to fetch his pet Growlithe, named Grumble, some breakfast, along with some green eggs and ham for himself, we turn our attention to a picture on the narrow table behind the dinner table.

We notice a picture in a frame sitting in the corner. It's a family picture he was in with some of his family members. They're not all very happy. His father was an unnamed Saiyan actor who's only role in Z was to due on planet Vegeta during Friezas attack. After they tossed him aside and had no more use for his character design, he ended up getting drunk to ease a constant depression and eternal fear of failure for himself and his future children, and found himself shaking up with some lady with long light sky blue hair. This lady happened to be the sister the mother of the canon actress known as Esdeath of Akame Ga Kill. So Esdeath is his cousin. Quite the estranged family. A 90s shonen origin and a modern day shonen origin giving rise to a man who has the hair of a Saiyan but a build in between that of a normal Son Goku and a shrimpy harem protagonist, minus the plethora of wet panties waiting for him.

As Kai heads over to his closet he begins to pick out clothes reaching for his favorite combination for work, consisting of black slim fit business slacks and a snug fit of a white business shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Leaving his house, but not before walking his Growlithe, he begins his journey to work on a black motorcycle based on the motorcycle used by Kanda of the 1988 classic Akira, that was gifted to him for winning a contest, with nothing but a backpack filled with supplies. "I'm probably gonna have at least 20 minutes to spare with the way traffic looks." He thought to himself "Just enough time to prep myself."

Eventually, upon arriving to his destination, he scurries on over to the restaurant located on the top of a small building and begins entering the washroom to stare into the mirror.

"I will become canon. And I will become the greatest thing since Raoh, the fist king of the North Star" He said to himself for moral support "I just have to go one more day to take a bigger step to my goals. And then, I can afford any place I want and eat all the Matsunaga beef that I can stuff down a well!"

"Hey! Eh shut up and a to work you useless faggot!" Yelled a loud voice that sounded like an Italian man.

"Yes sir Mister Mario…" Kai replied in a silent but still identifiable reply "I'm gonna fucking kill him one of these days. I don't know how considering characters can't die, but damn it to hell if I don't find a way…"

As Kai puts on a black apron he jets out the washroom and gathers up his notepad and pen, ready to take orders and occasionally buss a table.

"Hey waiter! Over here will you!" Yelled a girl with pinkish purple hair and a long white hoodie.

"What can I get you ma'am?" Kai said with a slight smile on his face and an attentive stare as he readied to take an order.

"Hmmmmmmmm…. There's so many different kinds of cake here! Why! That's too much blast processing even for my new generation brain! I wish there was just some simple pudding or something…"

"You idiot. Just get something already. I don't like looking at this unused loser over here too much" Said an unusually dressed girl with black hair in twin tails.

"Kkkkkkkkk….. Well...We have pudding filled cake if you want that." Kai said as he took advantage of her statement of desire for puddding and stayed his anger.

"…Are you an angel?" Said the young female.

"No. Ma'am. But I am a waiter who can get you a rich German chocolate cake topped with pecans that we decided to say "To hell with Germany! We're filling it with pudding!"

"Yahoooooo! Alright! Bring me some of that German magic, you spiky haired stud!"

"Turn your voice down! You're annoying other people!"

"Right away. And what would you care for ma'am?" Murakami turned to the twin tailed lass.

"Just get me a black coffee and a talapia sandwich. And be quick about, I've seen enough people slacking off at work today!"

"S-Sure… Your wish… Is my command." Said Kai before walking away with the orders and whispering "You egotistical witch."

With a view of what he deals with at work and how he deals with it, we come to the end of his 10 hour work day and the arrival of his bi-weekly paycheck of 1,200 shings with 400 made in tips. Shings is the currency of the City of Ark. Finding himself trudging back home, he arrives home, feeding his pet, and walking him again "You're starting to let loose some pretty big piles of shit ya know that Grumble?" He said as he walked his pet and returned home with him.

Preparing for bed, he lay his back upon the cushioning of his soft but firm mattress, stating unto the ceiling.

"Sigh… I'm gonna have to really hurry up and get my canon status. I was born looking like a shonen hero. Dragon Ball seems to be my calling. I've won the regional crowd funded fighting tournament for Ark City three times in a row. And yet nothing…" As he turned his body to sleep in a more comfortable position he began to doze off "I have 3 days off starting tomorrow. I have to try and audition for something. I can't fucking stand this work enviormemt of serving people in this asinine hierarchy."

As night passes, and dawn rises into the sky of the city, Kai finds himself dressed in a black business suit with a white dress shirt, black custom boots built for work and business, and a pair of aviator shades, he begins his walk down to the local application center to audition for a planned part. Apparently while searching the world wide fiction, which is there version of the internet, apparently people I the real world, despite their lover for Son Goku, have been hoping to see a new main protagonist. With Goku continuing to fill that role until a suitable replacement can be found, this sounds like an opportune moment to try and shine.

With his arrival on the scene he walks up to the lady at the front reception desk and says "Hi. I'm here to apply for Shonen Jump's Dragon Ball about that need for a new main character?"

"You have to wait in line over there with the rest of the applicants. All 898 of em." Said the lady in a grotesque and stuffy tone as she stereotypically filed her nails.

"All… 898... Of them?"

"Yes."

"What is this? The dmv?" He asked in a snide remark.

"May as well be. Now either sit down or leave."

"Fuck my life…"

As at least 8 hours pass, we come to see Kai has finally been called at 4:00 PM to audition. As he enters a large room that has nothing more than a large tinted window in the back, and a desk with 4 people in there. There are 2 men and 2 women in business suits, the men and women demand him to be seated.

"So mister Kai. It says here you're looking to apply and take on Son Goku's role as a new Main for Dragon Ball?" Said one of the men.

"Yes… That's why I came here."

"Hmm… I'm looking at your resume. It says you won the regional shonen action jam tournament 3 years In a row. That is impress I suppose. But it's not enough to get you the job." One of the ladies said.

"I'm sorry… But repeat that?"

"Oh. Well then allow me" Retorted a smug businessman "You. Didn't. Pass."

As Kai stood their disappointed, the lady at the far corner spoke "We get at least 700 applications when something like a demand for a new main character comes into play. This is no exception."

"And so, that is why you will not pass. Chances are they are just going to continue on with Goku. Chances are that not a single OC would pass and all they'd end up doing is giving a temporary spotlight to Vegeta" Said one of the two business men with a firm smirk on his face and a pompous tone of arrogance "You are free to leave."

As all the color had left Kai's body and gone ghost white with empty round balls for eyes, he slowly walked away like a slot.

"God damn it!" Said an enraged Murakami who eventually got home and took his Growlithe for a walk "I wanna fucking ring their necks! If this was the real world they'd be fucking perma-dead bitches 6 feet under! And I'd be in prison…"

As Kai solemnly walked on, pondering his current predicament, a massive mystery crash landing happened before him! Smoke blowing everywhere and debris all over the place! Amd to Kai's suprise, he sees something he'd never think of ever seeing in his lifetime.

"…One.…..One Punch Man!" He yelled. The man standing before him, bloodied, battered, and dying, was his greatest idol. One Punch Man "What the fuck is going on? Are… You really the famous One Punch Man, Saitama!?"

"Of course I am… You bombastic moron… Ohhhhh… I don't have all day… Someone's basically just killed me…" Said the bald headed yellow tracksuit wearing canon hero.

"But… You're One Punch Man… Who the fuck could kill you?"

"Someone good… Someone smart enough… To get me… While my guard was down."

"How'd you let it down that much to be so vulnerable?"

"I… I was…. I WAS SO ENTICED BY THE NEW LOW SATURDAY SALE PRICE FOR OKONOMIYAKI!"

"…..I.. I don't get it…" Kai spoke as he dropped his facial expression to that of retarded bewilderment.

"None of that matters… They shot me from afar and tossed me halfway across the city! I couldn't even see who it was! Take my hand! No one can just happen upon this!" Saitama said as he reached out his right hand to be grabbed.

"Why?"

"Just do it! Just do it and help avenge me!"

"…I…I don't even know you beyond being an inspiration. And you want me to grab your slime blood covered hand? No thanks. I'm just gonna get Grumble and…" Kai said before his sentence was cut short by the terrible Visage of his dead beloved Grumble "…Okay. What do you need me to do? And who do I have to kill to feel better about this?"

"I don't know… Who it was that did this to me… But with the mark I'm giving you, it's an easy task to kill em."

"Wait a minute… How are you even dying? Your a character. A fictional character!" Kai contemplated as the reality of the situation reminded him of his own crumbling reality.

"You… You didn't even know about us did you?" Saitama asked with a bewildered expression on his face curling onto him.

"Know what?" Kai asked in his own odd bewilderment.

"I'm a Death-Guard. I'm a part of a group that consists of characters who possess a status that let's us kill other characters. We use it to keep the peace. This should be common knowledge."

"You… Well… I never bothered with the news or the newspaper much and I never really grew up learning that kind of stuff since I figured with unkillable people, we'd never need police enforcement or something. Never bothered to learn that."

"Whatever just grab my fucking hand! You wanna be able to kill the guy who killed your pet!"

"Yes sir! And don't worry. I'll avenge you. That's a given. The one who killed Grumble is the one who killed you."

"Good… Now hurry… I'm fucking fading dude…"

And with that, the hands grasped, and a mark of dark fire red energy was placed upon the backside of Kai's hand in the shape of a massive uppercase D and a little uppercase G.

"There. It's… Done… Don't… Get yourself killed kid." Said Saitama himself with his last breathes and a final farewell.

"One Punch Man! One Punch Man! No! Saitamaaaaaaaaaa! Shit! I… I gotta get my ass home! I can think about this later! I'm fucking going crazy! I gotta get home and masturbate this shame away!"

With the death of Saitama happening in his very arms a thing, Murakami Kai heads home to postulate his investigation into who would, could, and did kill his source of admiration, Saitama. It could only have been one person. Or rather one type of person. Find out next time in the next chapter of my latest and greatest crossover project yet.

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