Reminder, 01 is Endeavor's, 02 is Hawks', 03 is Present Mic's, 04 is Midnight's, 05 is Best Jeanist's, 06 is Vlad King's, and 07 is Mt. Lady's.

01 didn't know what to make of the six individuals he now had to train with. Each held vibrant personalities he could only assume came from their donor. Footage with his donor and other heroes was rather rare after all. But he liked seeing any shared traits they had with the boy Izuku.

02 had taken to watching everyone, especially their quirks. He adapted quickly to seeing the quirks and was the best at countering everyone taking an aerial advantage. From what 01 could tell, it was a strong trait from Izuku's videos.

03 was incredibly strange with his incessant muttering, avoiding using his quirk as much as he could. But none of the clones could really hate the innocently annoying trait he shared with Izuku. And it didn't damage their eardrums so that was always a plus.

04 didn't appear to have too much similar with his sleepy personality, or his overuse of quirk to get everyone to be quiet, and his favoring of the muttering 03 rather than anyone else. But his looks were slightly unsettling with how he physically looked like Izuku.

05 favored creating useful uniforms suited to their body types and quirks, similarly to 02 and his obsession in quirks. But he held an air of indifference while also seemed to not notice personal space with others. Often times, he would invade their space to study their bodies or quirks but hated when other's approached him and entered his space, appearing rather jumpy.

06 appeared far more like how Vlad King appeared in footage based on the collective group's knowledge. Strong, bold, and confident. As well as caring to a degree and despite ruffling 02's feathers, was the most protective of the group. His fangs were often prominent with his warm smile. Or any of his other smiles...

07 enjoyed encouraging everyone and was the most bouncy of the group, never really staying still and the one to run head first into training alongside everyone without thinking it all the way through.

All in all, 01 felt a semblance of pride at the group who held the same responsibility he did of protecting the world should their donors fall from the heroic path. Considering the footage he had seen of Endeavor he could only assume it would be a matter of time before it occurred.


"The notes are astounding. Do you realize the implications of this research? Of quirkless blood in general?"

"Do we even care?"

"You should. Looking at these notes it all makes sense. Quirkless are nothing more than blank slates. Untainted by the development of quirks. Need a blood donation that won't hinder your quirk for weeks? Use quirkless blood to not overwhelm the existing quirk. Same could work for organ transplants. That's why it could stabilize the clones." There was a pause from the scientist as they looked back at their records. "We're going to need to visit his son soon. He wasted every sample on the existing clones we have."

"Just be quick then."

"Have patience, this research will prove to be more valuable then you realize."


Izuku lay exhausted in his bed. Training to recieve All Might's quirk was exhausting. Clearing trash was time consuming and painful work. But he was so close to finishing the beach. Maybe, he could get the entire beach clear before UA's test? With heavy eyes he fell into his usual deep sleep he had been entering since the beginning of his training.

He didn't notice when his window was opened in the dead of the night. Or the man who entered the room. With a glint in his eye and a syringe in hand, he used the needle to pierce his skin and began to draw precious blood from his body. The deep red only lit by the sliver of silver moonlight. The man's face broke out into a wide grin and gently carded his hand through Izuku's hair in a comforting manner, believing it would encourage the boy to remain deep asleep.

Baby soft, fuzzy curly hair. Carefully, he plucked strands from all over his head, soothing his scalp with gentle fingers so he wouldn't wake up with questionable pain.

No need to worry the child leading him to do something drastic. Like suicide.

He had seen the rates for quirkless people. It was almost funny. In a world that favored power and quirks, the real scientific power came from quirkless.

If the world knew, maybe they'd be sheltered away and kept safely in government holds. Used for blood draws, organ donors with special quirk users on standby to regenerate what's taken. Like a hidden treasure for the rich and powerful, never ending in its harvest and being forced to find the best matches for keeping medically pure quirkless lines.

Wow that's dark and unpleasant. Maybe he'd talk to his employer about taking this child. An unending supply of quirkless genetics to work with if they cloned him. And he'd at least be given the ability to walk around on his own without worry.

His employer did have a soft spot for quirkless individuals anyway. And when offered safety and protection, they would be quick to comply.

With the last of the sample taken, he slipped back out into the night, undetected and undisturbed.


Sample compilation start.

Sample 08 initiating.

Sample 09 initiating.

Sample 10 initiating.

Sample 11 initiating.

Begin growth sequence.


"You can do better," a trainer grunted seeing 01 take a blow to his ribs. 01 stood up with defiance in his eyes. He knew he could do better. Endeavor wouldn't have been so sloppy. But there was no hiding that despite his programming, he had a lack of experience in actually implementing the techniques. From what he gathered, he had the most aggressive of the heroes genetics on his side, whereas the others, while pushed, weren't expected to be quite as violent.

He'd to be on the other hand. If he was to eliminate Endeavor, he'd have to be just as ruthless as the hero himself. With a wild cry, he lit up and destroyed the target in a bright inferno.

It wasn't human. It was a target. That was what his trainers said. Nothing more than machine that couldn't feel anything. Still, he'd rather not have to do it.

"Again."


02 hated the trainers. If they wanted him to get stronger, then he should have been allowed outside to really stretch his wings. He would have been allowed to really fight the other clones. A flash of green sparked through his mind.

A trainer wouldn't stand in his way to get some answers. 01 and maybe the others may have taken the easy answer of an accident getting this Izuku programmed into them, but he wasn't buying it. Not when they all had tells similar to the runty kid they saw. With a precise blow to the robot he was training against, effectively offlining it, he was taken back to his pod where his mind would run rampant until he was on ice once more.

As he felt the familiar chill of the chamber begin to safely freeze him, his last thought was of escape, and freedom and answers. Creation consequences be damned.


03 was effective. Everything thrown at him he quickly belted away before devolving back into soft and unintelligible muttering. The trainers began to call him "Motormouth" as a derogatory term given his growing need to keep talking. Now that he had his quirk under moderate control, he was almost always saying something.

03 didn't mind the nickname he had been given. He had even taken to calling himself that within his own head. Motormouth was far more personal than a number. And while he had been created as a number, he didn't quite feel like one. He had a purpose that may never come to pass. So who would truly care if he renamed himself?

"Would anyone? Who would? Should I ask? Or will they yell at me for suggesting it? I think I'll hold off for now," he continued muttering in a low decibel his trainers couldn't decipher.

He was Motormouth as much as he was 03. Maybe one day, he'd leave 03 behind and be Motormouth.


Gentle snores was all any who entered would hear before entering sleep's sweet embrace. 04 saw training as boring. But it gave him time to think. With his trainers asleep, clearly not prepared for the release of sleeping pheromones, he could ponder more than he assumed the other clones did. He did have more to think about anyway.

Out of all the clones, he was the only one with a different gender than the person he was created to defeat. If she were a male and he a female, he could possibly write it off as a doubling of the X chromosome. Instead, she was a she and he was a he. He doubted she was secretly a man mascaraeding as a voluptuous woman. And given what he saw of himself and remembered from the implanted footage, he had a theory. He was not a clone of Midnight, more like a child. Half from her... And half from Doctor Midoriya's son who he looked eerily similar to. Did that make the Doctor his grandfather?

Even worse, did that make the other clones... Were they related?

The very idea made him shudder.


With a click of 05's tongue, his nose curled in disgust as he manipulated small amounts of fibers to immobilize his targets. Everything so far felt... Lame. He was growing bored and wanted out of the white uniform he was required to wear.

Not the outfit Best Jeanist wore though. All that Jean fabric looked ridiculous. Sure the fibers were easy to manipulate but they were also rather easy to break all things considered. And if he was going to have to fight the fiber wielding hero, then he didn't want to have any fibers the pompous jean wearer could use.

Something cool and edgy. But smooth and told the world he was in charge. And whatever the hell it was, it wasn't going to be white. He was getting sick of the color. Too sterile. Too organized. White was a canvas meant to be changed, not remain as it was. Ugh. Color was getting to him.


Strength, power and control. All skills 06 had shown in spades. Out of all the clones, he had the least difficulty in using his quirk or taking orders. Perhaps it was his pride? He was the most physically buff out of all the clones. He bore arguably the closest resemblance to his donor, and held no fear of his blood pouring out to use his quirk.

"He's kind of terrifying."

"I'm sure he'll be pleased with his dedication though. He may be the first allowed out into the field."

"I'm pretty sure his dedication is only stemming from how much he likes blood. It's unnerving."

As if he could hear the trainers on the other side of the room, his lips curled back into a feral looking grin, his lower fangs glistening under the bright artificial light.


"Are you sure this room is big enough?" 07 whined. A lesson learned through all the training they had to do, growing in an enclosed space really hurt. She had gotten more than a few bumps and bruises on her head from her growth rate.

"It is. Now complete your exorcize."

The voice was rough and mean, indifferent to her worries about a confined space. Only that she completes the given tasks.

It was why she hated training alone. At least with the other clones she could feel productive and part of something.

Still, she followed the orders, still being wary as she grew to her full size, lowering her center of gravity as she did so instinctively. She could hear her trainers commenting about her stance but couldn't make out exactly what they were saying. With her size, she smashed the targets as if they were small toys, wincing slightly as they dug into her skin without piercing it.

How did her donor do this all the time?

Did she form calluses on her hand from hitting such hard objects in her larger form? She hoped not. She liked her soft hands.

But if it was what was needed to avoid pain, she'd do it. Hopefully, there would come a day where she would be able to not worry about hero work and make her hands soft again.


Sample 8 stage 1 successful. Body has reached acceptable growth. Begin information download.

Sample 9 stage 1 successful. Body has reached acceptable growth. Noted, information to be withheld, ideology. Begin information download.

Sample 10 stage 1 successful. body has reached acceptable growth. Begin information download.

Sample 11 stage 1 error. Body appears to be tearing itself apart. Multiple lesions noted. Heavy limb and nerve damage. Discard immediately.


Three scientists arrived in what was being dubbed the "birth" chambers for new clones. Each suited in protective hazmat suits, they carefully passed each chamber one by one. Mere glimpses given to the currently apparent successful clones.

The first being passed was a small body, similar to either an older elementary or young Junior High student. Dark green hair framed her unmoving and innocent looking face. Nothing special to look at, but her quirk, should it be successful, would be undeniably useful.

The second was a gaunt faced twiggy looking boy with uncontrollably wild dark hair and a hooked nose. An overall mean looking boy even during his download currently going on.

The third was almost certain to be a failure that didn't occur got the longest glance. No face graced the clone. Instead, where the head should have been was a gaseous mass, cycling the purple familiar gas of the quirked donor, and a hint of green near where the "eyes" would appear.

The scientists weren't there for any of the three, instead, the last chamber held there target.

Inside was a creature that could barely be called a human in any semblance. It looked more like a human had been forced into a meat grinder with it's deformed limbs and pathetic state. The very body just screamed agony. With a great deal of professionalism, the chamber was opened and the mass of bone and flesh was removed. Despite not being alive, it was treated with the utmost care so it could be disposed of, just like the other failures they had.

Placed on a cart, they led it to their disposal shoot knowing it would be taken care of by their superiors. Down the shoot it fell, bones being damaged and breaking with the fall. Eventually landing on a mound far below of other bodies. Each one well fit, well toned at one point, obvious even with the decay. Each had various shades of blond or light green hair. Each having either blue or green eyes with black scelera. None of them, had developed a quirk.

Each one was genetically quirkless. All of them were shot in the head once it was apparent that the project was a failure.

The scientists were none the wiser as they decontaminated the chamber.


"You never heard this from me."

"I understand."

"Do you really?"

"My best work is done out of the eyes of the media."

"You know that is not what I meant. Whichever heroes you bring in, you better tell them nothing of our meeting."

"You'll be arrested."

"Let's be realistic, I'll probably be dead before the arrest. And if I go to the police now, they'll move everything and I'll have a hit on me and my family. Remember me fondly Eraserhead." The pale faced scientist sighed. Reaching into his pocket with tired and familiar movements, he pulled out a package of cigarettes and a lighter.

"Those things will kill you."

The scientist snorted at the underground hero as he placed the cigarette between his lips. Activating the lighter, he placed the flame on the cigarette and took a long drag.

"Tell you what Eraser, if I somehow survive this, I'll stop smoking. Because from where I'm standing, it's not smoking that's going to kill me."

Eraserhead didn't argue with that logic. He was lucky his ally had survived this long and was able to slip out as much information as he had. Still...

"Any information on the two I asked about?"

"Just one. Still don't know the employer. Ya' know, as a grunt. But I did find out the person who started the project. His name was Midoriya Hizashi."

"Was?" It wasn't so much a question as a confirmation.

"After the set up of the first batch, he was removed. Apparently, they wanted his brains. Not his ideology. Once they had the notes, he was axed."

"And you still don't know what the project is?"

"All I know, is that it has something to do with quirkless genetics. The first successful test only occurred after obtaining some samples from a quirkless boy. Rumor has it, it was Midoriya's own son."

Eraserhead took a mental note to look for this family. If there was anything they knew it could prove useful. Or they may need protection given the circumstances. The scientist took in another drag and blew the smoke out his nose.

"Hey, can I ask a favor Eraser?"

"What?" Eraserhead grunted. The scientist held out his lighter golden in color with a cracked design done in black all over it.

"Hold this for my family would ya? Bring it back home even if I can't."

"I'll see to it Shindo."

The scientist let a grin peel across his face.

"You better."


"Evacuate everything!"

"Get the projects out of here now! We can't risk them ending up in the wrong hands."

No one expected an attack. Or at least, not one coordinated by heroes. They were a smaller set up only now getting the okay to transfer the project. Instead, only a mere hour or so after getting the approval for moving, heroes appeared like termites from woodwork. Small name heroes, underground heroes, and a few rather infamous heroes. Theoretically, it would be the perfect time to test their project. Theoretically. Reality was far crueler as the different aspects of the project were not fully twined, and not all of them would just follow orders.

Actually only 06 did without question. Surprising as it was, 06 was proving to be efficient in combat and loyalty. The others varied either with questions or general lack of interest.

A loud explosion shook the room pulling the collective thoughts of the stragglers back to the moment.

No matter the cost, they couldn't let these heroes take their project.

"I must say Eraserhead, not quite what I was expecting," a sultry voice commented as grunt guards and scientists began to collapse. Eraserhead didn't respond as he continued fighting through.

The base had mainly numbers rather than skilled fighters. Mainly. A few however stood out as surprisingly brutal and efficient. A few even seemed well versed in dealing with Midnight's quirk oddly enough. Though Hound Dog seemed to prove challenging for them.

Eraserhead nimbly continued to strike his opponents and knock them out, only to tie them up to prevent a later hassle of refitting or recapturing them. Last thing he needed was for one of them to pull out the project and use whatever it was against them. According to Shindo, they were talking about this project being a challenge for heroes.

In criminal rings, that was never a good thing.

Eraserhead narrowly dodged a blade while activating his capture scarf, immobilizing the enemy. With a quick strike, the man fell unconscious. Silence spread throughout the room in an eerie fashion.

"Well that was a nice work out," Midnight joked.

"Doubt it's over yet. There's more," Hound Dog growled out. "This way."

Trusting the Dog hero, Eraserhead and Midnight followed as other heroes gathered in the criminals for the police. They traveled down a few corridors when they finally found a door well locked and far more secure than any of the others. With little thought Eraserhead's scarf took down the door. A creepy smirk came to his face as he saw few individuals all trying to run to a set of trucks. Logically all too simple. Hound Dog ran in first, his speed overwhelming the few in the room.

Masks obscuring their faces from toxins may have made Midnight's quirk practically useless, but she was just as ruthless with her whip. It was over before it even began.

"Now, let's see what they're hiding."

With control and confidence, the first truck was opened. Inside was a large metal tube with what looked like a reinforced frosted glass opening. He noted the sounds of Midnight and Hound Dog opening doors of the other trucks.

Narrowing his red rimmed eyes, he approached the container and gingerly touched the glass. It was icy to the touch, and he noted the frosted look was melting. Actual frost apparently.

What kind of weapon would need to be frozen?

With the frost melting on the glass, he could feel ice settle in his own chest. Inside he could clearly see a human hand. It was a man's hand from what he could tell. Partial dread and logic moved his hand towards where he was certain a head would be located. Using his body heat to help melt away the frost, he took in a quiet and shallow breath when he finally removed his hand from the small viewing opening.

Inside was a smooth skinned individual with a strong jaw and two protruding canine teeth. Unblemished and hard. Impossibly pale green hair spiked upward away from the face.

The resemblance between Vlad King and this individual was more than uncanny.

They didn't-

"Oh my god!" Midnight called out, shock clear in her normally impeccably controlled voice.

"Who did you find?" Eraserhead grunted out, not taking his eyes off of the Vlad King look-a-like.

"Hawks," Midnight admitted, still sounding spooked.

"Impossible. He is dealing with the criminal clean up," Hound Dog grunted out.

"Well, now we know the project they were working on."

What a pain in the ass.


Life changing moments shattered the very base of a person's existence. One instance molding the person into something different. Something more complex. When one thinks of these moments, it is often a climax to an epic. Where worry or adrenaline run rampant.

Kind of hard to do, when life changing events occur when one is asleep.

At least in 01's opinion. Sleep was already a loose term when being in the resting chamber. But this felt off. 01 felt something build in his chest forcing an odd inhale and a slightly noisy exhale that seemed to embody his tiredness. Kind of strange considering he never woke tired. Still, if he wasn't out cold in his chamber he needed to be up.

Blue green eyes fluttered open to see a white ceiling. Ceiling?

"Finally up are you?"

01 blinked and turned his head towards the voice. Next to him stood a police officer, something commonly seen in the Endeavor footage, and an odd scraggly man wearing a thick black scarf.

"Up might be subject. I'm horizontal for some reason."

"Mmhm."

01 tried to sit up, only to find his limbs restrained. He blinked in confusion but didn't tense up. Instead, he put his head back down.

"So... What's the tests today?"

"Excuse me? We'll be asking the questions."

"Um. Okay?"

"Who are you?"

01 blinked. His face contorted to one of disbelief. Then slowly, as if talking to a small child, said, "01."

"Kid-"

"He's not lying," the officer cut the odd man off. The man groaned.

"Of course he's not."

"Hey, uh? Can I ask what's going on here? You guys don't seem the most experienced."

"Experienced in what?"

"You know, asking questions? Most of you guys read my file firs- Wait. Why are you here? I thought I wasn't supposed to meet officers yet."

"Do you know what's going on 1?"

"It's 01 and I think a mental test?"

"Last night there was a large capture of a multitude of criminals."

"A siege?"

"Close enough," the scraggly man admitted.

"Well, inside the location, there was a project found. An illegal project to attack heroes."

"That's horrible!"

The scraggly man looked back at the cop.

"He's still not lying."

"Of course not."

"I still don't know what that has to do with me."

"You were part of the anti hero project."

01 blinked in confusion. Fury began to burn in his usually cool eyes.

"I am not an Anti hero. I am not a villain. You don't know anything," he spat out angrily. His eyes burned brightly as he could feel his fire beneath his skin begging to escape. "I'm not a bad person! That's not why I was created!"

"Enlighten us then."

Had 01 been trained in mental interrogation, he may have recognized the glint in the scraggly man's eyes, pleased how simple it was to extract information.

"Me and my kind were created to stop the heroes we were made from, should they ever fall from the path of the hero. Should they fall from glory."

08 is Recovery Girl. 09 is Stain. 10 is Kurogiri. And 11 was seeing if quirkless blood could stabilize a Nomu. And I think it's obvious what or who the broken Nomu landed on. After all, only the best right?

No I have no idea why I wrote more. Truthfully the idea is completely adoptable. But if the spark hits, I guess more can happen, like with what happened here.