CHAPTER 1: Dead but still breathing
Where to begin.
How about the desert.
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"And it was at this moment, she knew, she fucked up."
Hope scoffed, attempting to lighten the mood. It briefly worked, before the sandy wind scraped against her sunburns. Hope couldn't even make a head wrap because she didn't even have any clothes, at all. Or hair for that matter. Honestly. Whose bright idea was it to dump a four-year-old with the mentality of a twenty-five-year-old in the desert? Of all places, why the desert.
Sometimes, when the sun began to dip, it made small shades appear behind steep dunes. Hope practically dived for them at every opportunity. The relief wasn't instantaneous, but she was grateful none the less. Constantly milking whatever time, she had, resting. Moving slightly when the sun shifted the shadows until Hope was forced to withstand the blistering sun once again.
Being stark naked in the desert was uncomfortable. Not just in the decency sense, but sand just got everywhere. Burrowing itself into her pores, creases, and folds. Combined with the relentless heat of the sun and walking for kilometres? Hell.
You see, Hope hadn't always had the body of a four-year-old. Back in her old world, she'd been Hope Margret Hardwell. A twenty-five-year-old fresh out of university. Ready to make her mark in the entertainment industry. Alas, it was not her path to follow. For just months after she graduated she'd passed away. Tragically heroic too.
There was a school kid. A truck. A dog, and a raven. The Raven must have done something to piss of the Dog because the next thing, ran out in front of the food truck. It didn't hit the Dog, no. Like a fool, the driver sharply swerved and directed its path to the sidewalk. Hope had grabbed the kid, without hesitation, and curled her body to shield him from the oncoming truck, dragging them both under.
Rushed off in a critical condition. Thankfully the child hadn't been crushed underneath. Hope, however, had to be dug and scraped out of the truck's undercarriage.
Hope blinked. Surprisingly at ease despite her sudden death. It was certainly different than what the movie portrayed the afterlife as. Wherever she had gone, it wasn't heaven. Nor was it hell. Instead, when she opened her eyes, she found herself in front of a desk. The kind you usually picture when you go into being interviewed for a job, your final job.
Behind the desk, an outline of a figure glowed, or rather, radiated this warmth, strangely comforting Hope. Everything seemed displaced, disorientated but clear. As if some layer had been stripped away from her eyes, or wool lifted from her mind. Nothing seemed to have colour, only energy.
"Hope." The figure echoed. Hope hadn't taken her attention away from them, she'd been sitting there, staring. The figure seemed to have caught her silent message and spoke again. Ethereal voice resonating around us-them.
"What do you want to now?"
Hope understood. This happened last time too. Her previous re-incarnation, she was someone. Now she's not. She's going to be someone else, but she doesn't want to be someone else, she enjoyed being Hope. Hope was good.
"So, you want to stay. As you wish. Where would you like to go Hope?"
Away. Not back there. Anywhere but the world she once lived in. Somewhere exciting, with superpowers and heroes and villains, costumes and wonder. Like that show, she adored when she was living inside a body.
"You wish to go to that dimension? As you wish."
The scene shifted. Stars whisking by in a blur until they halted. Floating just above what appeared to be earth, but not at the same time?
"To enter there are a few conditions." The entity began. Hope tore her eyes away from the scene before them, listening intently.
"Before you enter, you must know that since you've decided to stay Hope you will retain your memories of Hope, is this fine?" Hope nodded.
"Firstly, you must choose your 'quirk' as they call it. Choose whatever you wish, however also set conditions equal to the ability. Here," the entity flicked out a pen and paper. "write. Take as long as you need to."
Hope grabbed the paper and began scribbling down her quirk. Having decided what, it would entail years ago. She gave her handiwork a good once over.
Quirk: Dimension Soul Take-Over
Allows the bearer to adopt anyone, fictional or non-fictional, to use at their wishes. This allows the bearer to have any power and/or unique quality the character they've chosen has.
Conditions:
- Can only use each character for three hours before getting a headache. Cooldown period takes roughly 20-30 minutes
- Can't be taken forcefully
- Characters using/used cannot take over the user at any time.
- Objects or Clothes can be summoned depending on the character
- Objects or clothes summoned can stay even if quirk is deactivated, however, if the user wishes the object or clothing can be returned.
- If the user knows the character by name and/or what they look like, they can use that character. No further information is necessary if the user knows who they want.
- The user will adapt with the character to contain the characters' ability or power.
- Any non-human character will be made to adapt to a human form of inconvenience to the user.
- The user can pick from anywhere in the timeline of the characters to take over at that point.
- The amount of control over a character's abilities depends on the characters (and the timeline picked) own control.
That seemed to be enough conditions to Hope. Apparently, it was also for the entity because before she had time to hand it over, she was whisked away. Being shoved back into a body suit. Plummeting to the desert oasis. Being back in a flesh body, the emotions that should have appeared came flooding back.
Her being dead. Now that was an experience she couldn't hope to forget. Hope wept in the sand, never mind the rising sun or the sudden nakedness. Or the fact she was smaller, physically she was a toddler, maybe four, but the last twenty-five years in her previous life remained.
Now here she was. Waddling along like a stuffed lobster. She might as well be, being her skin raw from the radiation. While she was grateful for this new chance at life, she couldn't help but be just the slightest bit bitter. She could, of course, use her quirk to maybe fly to the nearest ocean, or materialise some clothes, but her quirk couldn't be used of her head was already pounding. Twenty-five years of knowledge being shoved into a four-year-old did something to her brain.
Walking with her short chubby legs was her only option for now.
Just as Hope was hiking up another sand dune, the wind picked up. Blowing millions of sand particles around her at sharp speeds, all cutting across her blemished skin. Hope clenched her eyes and ducked her head. Waiting for the wind to settle. It did, finally.
Hope grumbled, grabbing the fire in her belly tightly and surging over the dune with determination. Over the dune, what Hope saw had her up and sprinting. Fatigue and rashes were forgotten as she raced towards the vast blue ocean.
Waves sloshed. Pushing and pulling with the tide. Hope submerged herself, burns and scrapes stinging in the salt water. The chill was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Though she only submerged herself up to her neck her mind was already clearing somewhat. Hope floated there, relishing in the partial relief of the sun. Ducking her head underneath the water once or twice to get rid of the remaining sand, sometimes swimming out to the breakpoint and letting the foam carry her back to shore.
Hope reached up to her scalp, tenderly rubbing it underneath the water. It was weird for Hope. Having no hair on her head. Just a few shakes and she was good to go, no worries about anything tangling or snagging. Though it would have come in handy protecting at least some of her skin from earlier.
Eventually, the sun began to set. The earth shying away from its radiant glow as it spun in its axle. Hope sat in the water, watching it go down. The ocean lapping against her face in soothing motions. Now she could think clearer, she could plan. Her first goal would have to be to figure out where the hell she was. There were deserts in literally every continent. She could basically be anywhere.
Her priority right now would heal. The sunburn was already blistering, and Hope didn't know if she could afford to heal naturally. Maybe this is a chance to try out her new quirk. Yeah. Start off small. Rapunzel from Tangled? Too much hair… Wade from Deadpool? Risky with the tumours… What about?
Hope smiled. Clair Bennet had external healing properties, she could heal her in less than a minute. Hope closed her eyes and focused.
~Heroes: Claire Bennet~
The results were instantaneous. Though they didn't grow any hair, hopes four-year-old body began to lighten, red fading back to pink before completely returning to its original colour. Irritation soon disappearing along with them. Hope cheered a bit on the inside.
Now, next order of business. Clothing.
Hope was suddenly aware of how she just wandered through a desert oasis naked. She looked around the beach. No one in sight, yet she still covered as best as she could with her hands. Her torso, not the most concerning now. She was four after all.
Quickly thinking of someone, she let go of Claire Bennet.
Taking hold of [Aladdin: Genie] Hope watched in fascination as her skin swapped pigments. Going from light pink to sky blue in an instant. Like it was mood-skin. Floating in the air as her legs turning from a wisp of smoke to regular shape, Hope snapped together a simple child's outfit. As well as a burger and a never-ending bottle of crisp water. Hope had chugged down the water, her thirst finally quenched.
After two big mac's and four packs of chicken McNuggets, Hope relaxed into her new stuff. Technically what she was doing was considered illegal, but hey, it was a matter of survival. No one could argue against that.
While Hope laid sprawled on her damp towel, she gazed up at the stars scattering the sky. The sun had almost disappeared over the horizon. Noticing how the burnt auburn and rich crimsons morphed into a dark blue, she sniffled at the prickly feeling behind her nose and eyes. In her mind, Hope was going through her list of options. Quietly planning. Imagination running wild as she held onto Genie, testing how long she could go before a headache became too much.
Then, it occurred to Hope. Her phone, what if she could bring it here? Hope slowly sat up, eyes almost popping out of their socket because; holy shit, what if she could. Create a link to this universe's internet as well as the others? That would open so many doors. So much she could keep up with, check up on, research.
Hope held out her hand, picturing the phone between her fingers, a direct link to this world and the previous one. Hope had expected some resistance, but to her shock, it was like pulling out a stone from the water. A thick, silky blanket of water.
Hope stared at the phone in her hand. Her old one, the real deal. Tiny scratches and everything, even the studded casing. Hope could hardly contain herself as the home screen flickered to life. Full battery, Manga update, no messages. Hope quietly sent a big thank you to the universe. Hardly believing her own luck.
8:05 pm, Saturday 7th July 2014.
"What? Twenty-fourteen?!" Hope exclaimed. The last time she checked the date she was in 2035. Not 2014. In a way, it made sense? The manga hadn't been published until 2014, and it hadn't been specifically stated when the world was set. It just said went into how quirks first appeared and its development. Hm.
Deciding to roll with it, Hope switched to maps to find her location. Well, she was in Japan. the Tottori sand dunes, and there's a city not far from there. Right. Which brings Hope to her next goal.
Create a legitimate identity. That was easy, just a snap of her fingers and there she was. Background and everything. All she really needed to do was create a parental guardian and their backstory. Just in case someone goes snooping. Her mother will be Maleficent because why not. Hope had always admired Maleficent - not the classic, but the one played by Angelina Jolie. There was just something so alluring about her, but some of her plans included Hope to become her, which is why she wouldn't be bringing her to life. Unfortunately. Hope entered brief details; Quirk 'Dragon Fairy', name, gender, attributes, and age. Leaving the rest blank while covering up those 'black' crucial details with a 'top classified' restriction.
Her father, on the other hand, was tricky. Hope could literally pick any male to act as her father and she was at a dilemma. Theoretically, who would Maleficent deem worthy?
After a heated debate in Hopes head, she decided Thor Odin son from Infinity wars would be a perfect fit. Who else would otherwise be 'Worthy'. Hope entered his details as well. Instead of Odin son, she put down 'Majesty', Hopes new last name she'll be adopting. His quirk was put down as a simple lightning quirk. The rest Hope left blank for Thor to fill out on his own once everything was set up.
Now her own quirk. Hope had spent a lot of her time mulling over what her 'main quirk' would legally be. Of course, she couldn't put down her actual quirk. She needed to be smart about this. If it got out a child could do as much as she could, everyone's attention would be on her. Both Heroes and villains. Best to lay low.
Hope went with Quicksilver from X-men Apocalypse's speed. That speed will allow her freedom and a necessary hero. Someone who can evacuate an entire building before it blows up? Perfect hero every agency would want. Villains would be caught before they had a chance to get away, oh yeah. Speed.
Hope spun a second 'family quirk' that entailed how she was able to seemingly change quirks if ever the situation arrived. The family quirk called 'Legacy' would be a stock-pile of quirks from the previous holders. A fragment of them should be passed down to the next generation, but only either when it is willingly given, or the former user dies. It's like if All for One and One for All were fused into one quirk. There's the irony. Hope will act like it's a close kept secret, but it's not. The lie is just to act as a safeguard to certain people with copy quirks or people who can take it. Can control it if they don't know how it works. Hope mysteriously laughed to herself.
Next on her list was a shelter. Now Hope was all in on summoning one of those Harry Potter tents, but it would have to wait. The sun had set a while back and even though the night air was still somewhat warm, the ocean breathed cool air onto Hopes exposed skin.
Snapping back her towel, she finally let go of Genie for now. The floor swayed underneath her feet as soon as she let go. Trying to steady herself, she let her kneed give way. Attempting to right herself. She must have been close to her limit. Now that she let go, she'd noticed how light her mind had become, and how heavy it was before. quirk exhaustion? Maybe certain characters had different effects on the way she had her headaches? She'll figure it out later.
Moments pass and Hope was finally ready once again. The earlier dizziness shaken off, Hope reached out to Apocalypse: Quicksilver. Summoning his special goggles and tightening them around her head. Checking her map once again, she slipped her phone into her back pocket and sped off. Towards the nearest camping ground.
Not even a millisecond passed, and she was standing in front of twin pillars. Holding up a sign, which was written in - of course - Japanese. If hope squinted she could see the outline of some English writing written underneath. Faded and weathered like the road. Or rather, tracks from constant vehicle use over the years.
As Hope wandered around, she noticed the number of tents set up. Not a lot, but still quite a few. Enough people not to notice a child camping out alone. Hope set up her own tent a little way out of sight behind some shrubbery, switching to Genie once again to snap together a simple tent and necessities. Sleeping bag, food, water, toilet paper, and a flashlight. The absolute necessities for camping.
Hope slipped into the averaged sized tent, taking shelter from the mosquitos no doubt lingering around. Making sure to tightly zip up the flap behind her. Hope shook off her shoes and crawled into the orange sleeping bag. Nuzzling her face into the layers of fleece. Deeply inhaling the smell of new, intertwining with her own salty scent. Paying no mind to remove her day clothes or taking a shower, seeing as she didn't need to know.
Snuggled between the warm covers, Hope brought up her phone. Surfing the web for news and events.
Hours passed. Hope still glued to her device, had flipped the top of the sleeping bag off her chest. Shifting several times to a more comfortable position. Within these past few hours of researching, Hope had found the main part of her phone still received the other universes information, yet the date and time stayed linked to this universe. Her internet could switch between the two as well, though it was only in private browsing was she able to access the other universes internet. Which as fine.
Though she had not expected a complete change in music.
Hope searched every part of the internet. Even going as far as the twelfth page of Google before giving up. She had checked out the 'new' music and found it just as good as the music in her old world, but it wasn't the same. Lyrics were okay, but they were hardly relatable. Like the ones that touched sensitive topics, dark topics, socially conflicting subjects. Stuff like heavy metal and hardcore still existed of course, but there hadn't seemed to be enough. People, even bands like Linkin Park, Imagine Dragons, Blame, Unlike Pluto, The Script, Panic! At the disco, Saturday night, Fall out boy, even Beyoncé.
On top of that, half of the movies and shows she adored so much were just gone. As in, big studio companies never existed. Warner Bros, DreamWorks, Pixar, DC, even Disney never appeared. Apparently, Marvel had a fling back when superheroes were just becoming a thing, but the apparently switched from the familiar Marvel universe she was fond of and incorporated quirks into it, which just lead to another spiral of weird rip-offs of real pro heroes.
Hope supposed the appearance of quirks had played some part in it. Altering certain paths and people, never existing and influencing people. Hope was distraught. Devastated even. She could hardly believe it.
She must do something.
So, for the next five days, Hope sat in that green tent, setting up an iTunes account - thank god some things stayed the same - and uploaded song by song. Album by Album. With the help of her new laptop, her new online persona A.O.O.A was created. She even whipped together a YouTube account to spread the music further and create trailers of her soon to be 'released' films. Beginning off with the most basic 2D animation Disney has to offer and go from there. That would come later, however. Now she just needed to focus on gaining supporters.
Of course, then there was the thing about money. To avoid suspicions, she would need to earn a wage to help fit into society. Every artist or band she uploaded would be classed as a 'series of a certain voice or genre. Set in a specific order of Title, Album, Series, then the 'creator', A.O.O.A. Aka, Hope Majesty.
In a way, she was technically plagiarising - cutting out the credits and slapping her own name over them included - but in her defence, the people who she was plagiarising didn't even exist in this world. So, she guessed it was okay.
It had been about a week since she'd uploaded her first album. Staring off with Twenty-one pilots' 'Blurry face' album. Of course, as she expected, no large number of people have purchased anything right off the bat. It took some time for her popularity to rise. By that time, she'd already submitted many more albums, as well as uploading soundtracks on YouTube. That, contrary to iTunes, blew up in the first two days. Which would be the reason why she woke up that morning to over two thousand iTunes purchases.
In less than two months, she'd finally scraped together enough money to book an accommodation for a couple of weeks. Lately, the temperature had been dropping rapidly. Leaves off trees shrivelled and wilted, tress preparing for the winter. At least until she'd saved up enough to afford a place of her own. Of course, she didn't go in as a toddler. That would raise some alarm bells. Instead, she took a hold of Mystic and made herself appear older. Like her actual age. It was easy to bypass the counter, her foreign looks and lack of Japanese, she was passed off as a tourist and quickly given accommodation. It wasn't posh, but it seemed like a decent motel. And the longest place she could rent out until her current savings ran out.
As the months went by, her aliases began to grow rapidly each album she put out. Not only that but she'd developed a small fanbase of both her music and her animation movies. Getting fan mail from around the globe. Mostly from English orientated places.
Soon after months of saving up, she was finally able to purchase a home. Half a house really. Where you live on one side of a seemingly joined house only to realise it's just two houses cut in half and stuck together. It was small, but it was hers. Now theirs.
Using Supernatural: Chuck/God to snap together her fake father. Thor Odin son, or now known as Thor Majesty, was an incredibly useful companion. As well as the father figure. Almost a year Hope had been alone. She may have had the mind of a twenty-five-ish-year-old, but she was still four-ish and needed someone to take care of her.
When Hope had conjured Thor, she had been stunned to find out that this Thor knew he was a replica and accepted it with open arms. Ready for whatever his creator had created him for. Though he did have memories regarding his original adventures, his new situation didn't seem to bother him. At all.
Hope addressed what his purpose was, and, like a switch, Thor had embraced the father within him. Acting more like a responsible adult every day. It was nice. To have someone take care of you. Hope hadn't realised it, but before Thor came into her life, there had been a void growing in her stomach. It was only when Thor appeared had that cold pit seem to decrease. Hope had never been the one to consider herself an isolated person, but she had to recognise that fact. Sure, she likes to be alone. Sit on her computer for hours and completely detach from reality, but she didn't fancy being lonely. Being alone with hardly anyone to talk to - in your native tongue - had alienated Hope from the world around her. So, when Thor, a person who she could confide in and trust with everything appeared, her life became fuller. In a way.
Though she did have her worries. What if he wanted to make his own way in the world? Go off and abandon his creator in search of another purpose in life besides the one Hope had created him for. The thought plagued her mind for weeks until she finally confronted Thor about her troubles.
At first, Thor had been confused, but then once Hope had begun explaining, Thor's confusion morphed into one of understanding. Preparing for the worst, Hope wrung her hands together as Thor spoke. Soft, reassuring words vacant of any doubt or worry Hope herself had carried.
"My dear Majesty, though it is touching you would wish me a life of adventure, that chapter has ended. I am not being the real Thor, and I am content with that fact. My place is here, with you. My creator. To be your guide and protector as well as acting father. Carrying out anything other than my intended purpose for being here would cause me great dissatisfaction. I will always be by your side as long as you allow me to be."
Thor meant every word, the softness in his eyes and warm expression brought Hope over the edge. For so long she'd been on her own. In not just this life, but her previous one as well.
Hope cried. Sobbing onto Thor's shoulder as he cradled her in his strong arms. Just for that night, Hope allowed herself to be a kid again.
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Due to her skyrocketing fame, Hope had just enough money to move them out. Moving into their new home, an apartment located in Tokyo. Who knew selling a whole bunch of songs and signing a partnership with YouTube could do so much in so little time. It took a while, but eventually, after some personal touches, they could wholeheartedly call it 'home'. At least until Hope got into U.A. and the dorms were built. Something she was looking forward to.
She was doing this. No questions asked. To become a hero had been her dream ever since she was little. Well, in her old life that is. Getting up early on Saturday mornings just to watch superhero cartoons on the TV had rooted itself deep into Hopes mindset. Nothing could sway her from pursuing her dream. Especially since she had a super awesome quirk.
The school had been a breeze for the first ten years of her new life. After somewhat mastering the Japanese language. Hope and Thor had taken it upon themselves to learn the native language, Thor having excelled in learning it, kept switching from English to Japanese at home so Hope could pick it up quicker. It worked. Eventually.
It was almost like cheating with the amount of fore-knowledge she contained. As well as future events. Hope hadn't gone out of her way to invest herself in every main character's backstory like some people would. Instead, she kept to herself. Not willing to change the timeline more than she probably already has.
Hope hadn't bothered to make friends. Apparently, that was fine with others as well, keeping their distance from the hairless foreigner. Kids usually under the age of eighteen hadn't grasped reality yet, not fully understanding the implications and consequences of their actions until their older. Until they've experienced more. Read more. So, Hope had to overlook the messy scrawl of kanji she'd still yet to fully grasp herself. Letting go of resentment when the girls mocked her, pulling back their hair to imitate her bald head. It hurt, for a while, letting the words bleed past her emotional barriers. Some nights she'd let them drop and deal with her inner turmoil. Tears pouring down a stoic face. Crying was good, it was healthy, it was okay. Tears were a way to let out the pain inside.
After a good cry, her body would lighter. More resolved. Though she'd only let in the pain because if she didn't allow those negative qualities to flourish, and overcome that pain, Hope always came out of it stronger than before. She'd be proud of herself. Finding reading some of her adoring fam-mail always lifted her spirits. People from all over had sent in letters. Telling their stories, how they love her music or movies or both. Some, Hope kept in a special drawer, went into deep emotional speeches of how her music or show had helped them out of a rough time. How they always managed to make them laugh, to see the light in their darkest times. One of Hopes special favourites entailed a quirkless kid who'd suffered from constant bullying from his peers. Entailing how she'd 'lost hope for herself' and became borderline suicidal, how she'd thought that she'd be doing everyone a favour if there was one less quirkless in the world. Then how it all changed once she'd come across A.O.O.A's channel. She told her that watching her movies had her laughing - Mulan being her favourite, and how her music makes her "feel like she's not alone". How Hopes aliases; A.O.O.A, had given this girl hope.
Hope had wept from the overwhelming gratitude that came in the letter. Feelings spilt onto paper. Her heart poured into every handwritten word. It touched Hope to tears. So much, in fact, hope had spent two days writing the perfect response, pouring as much gratitude and love for the girl as she could, admiring the girl for her bravery, explaining how Hope had a similar situation where she was a 'late' bloomer. Leaving out the fact Hope came from a quirkless world. Continuing to how though it was temporary, she went through some fears, or if she'd never get a quirk. Though she does have one now, it was a nightmare for Hope - or A.O.O.A because she "knows what it feels like"; to be the quirkless kid if only for a while. Writing how strong she must be because she can still smile and laugh.
Hope had to pat herself on the back. Pride swelling up each time her gaze would casually drift towards the "Wall of Fame" hanging centre of her room, many letters alike hanging from yellow tacks pinned to a corkboard.
It really buttered her croissant.
Over the years, as the apparent 'quality' of her animation improved, she began to receive offers from multiple animation companies. All offering a spot as an intern animator. Hope scoffed, the irony of finally being offered a posting at an animation company now when in her previous life, she would jump at the opportunity. Life as a cruel sense of Irony Hope couldn't help but relate to. She had politely declined all of them. These people had no idea she was just a child. Or the fact she was still in school. Her goals had changed from her previous life's. Once an aspiring animator, now aspiring Pro Hero.
Once she began to upload some of the 3D animations, however, things began to get intense. Calls were coming in daily, message banks were full, and her inbox had exploded. Hope had to eventually unplug the house phone. Then they began sending letters through her postal address exclusively for her fan mail. What was once flattering morphed into one of extreme irritation? Hope had set up a Twitter account and pleaded them to stop mailing her offers of interest. Posting the same thing in every language.
"Though it flatters me you would offer a job many would dream about, I'm not going in that direction. I post my films because I enjoy making them, and I'm sure my fans love free movie streaming. So please stop sending me offers, otherwise, I'll have to take down the fan mail post-box. I do not wish to do this as I love reading every letter my fans send me, but if you continue to push, I will have no choice. In the future, I aim to become a Pro Hero, so I would extremely appreciate offering these jobs to the people who deserve the position.
Many thanks,
A.O.O.A"
About a month after she posted her message, she was pleased to see only fan mail in her post box. On the topic of movies, when she released 'The Incredibles" people went nuts. Heroism illegal? "What a unique idea" the media would comment. Praises and hate coming from all sorts of people. Her fame had skyrocketed after she'd released 'Shrek'. Though she may have said that her sights are in the hero department, that didn't mean she couldn't get her major movies into cinemas. Independent ones of course. Sometimes the major cinema brands have played her movies when she'd ask. Only playing the 3D animations, which weren't being up on her channel, but did put up on iTunes to buy or rent.
Working alongside some merchandising companies, Hope reeled in more money than she knew what to do with. They'd even moved into a gorgeous luxury penthouse Hope could ever wish for. Since it was Japan, after all, Hope had been blown away at the perfect mix of tech and comfortability into one elegant design. There were two floors and a pool! It was like she was in one of those self-insert fanfictions.
She loved her life. A hot Dad, a beautiful home, amazing food, great grades, great friend and companion, and now - after some training from Thor - the body she wished she had when she'd been fourteen. Without the influence of her quirk. Her natural body.
Of course, her hair still hadn't grown at all, no hairline and as smooth as a butt. Hope was chill about it though. Perhaps it could inspire hope, that regardless of looks, anyone could become a hero. Thor had said it added to her character. Or like a constant good luck charm. Which would be the reason he rubs her head every day.
Even if it what she did was wrong. She couldn't care less. Hope was content with how life was for now. Before they knew it, ten years had passed in a blink of an eye.
It was time.
A/N: Holy shit, thank you for reading all this nonsense. Updates will be (sort of) weekly.
