Taro and Ayano stared at each other down. The classmates, the friends, the lovers… the enemies. The two sides of the prophecy.

Red strings made their way up Taro's arm. Ayano mirrored this. There was a moment of silence. Taro's laughter spiked up again.

"By the time I'm done with you…" His smile hurt his face. "You're going to wish you'd never spoken to me in the first place."

His strings flew off his body, heading straight towards Ayano. They wrapped around her arms, restraining her. For a moment, she was unable to move.

"Why did you give Taro Yamada strings?"

God stared down at Ayano, its body twisting and morphing. She stared back.

"This world needs balance," God told her. "You cannot have your strings without someone else to counterbalance you."

Then Ayano broke free. She moved towards Taro, her own strings surrounding her. Taro's smile did not disappear.

"Everything is all your fault," he laughed. "Every death, every tragedy… everything I've been through is all because of you." His strings glitched. "I will kill you. I'll make you suffer. I'll make you feel pain."

He moved beside Ayano, raising his hands.

SLASH!

He missed by a few centimetres. All he managed to do was slice down Ayano's ponytail. Her black hair flowed past her shoulders.

"Why did you give Taro strings?" Ayano asked. "We aren't on equal footing."

"That is correct," God agreed. "It's because he's the complete opposite of you. His life is so insignificant, so bland, so worthless, that he won't be able to fight back against you with his strings."

Taro cackled, sending his string-covered fist flying in Ayano's direction. It hit her, the strings covering her body. Her eyes flashed red.

"He will never be strong enough to be a hero," God continued.

Taro cried out, punching Ayano again. More and more strings wrapped around her.

"He will not be brave enough to make a stand for himself," God said.

Taro knocked Ayano to the ground. She was completely wrapped up in the strings.

"But could he hypothetically still defeat me?" Ayano asked.

"Yes, he could," God agreed. "But that won't happen. You won't let it happen. And he is not capable."

Ayano glanced up at Taro. He had a big, pained grin spread across his face. His eyes beaded into her soul.

"Senpai…" she whispered.

"I don't want to ever hear your voice again," Taro growled. "And luckily, I won't have to."

"No, Senpai…" Ayano reached up a hand. "Please, listen to me for a moment…"

"Why should I?" Taro spat. "You had your chance."

"Senpai, you are different from everyone else I've met," Ayano's eyes flickered. "From the moment we met, I had an instant connection with you."

"My ass," Taro cackled. "You don't have any feelings!"

"I thought I didn't, until I met you," Ayano gazed straight into his eyes. "You made me feel something called... love."

"Oh, shut up!" Taro raised his fists. "I'll kill-"

"This world is going to be erased and built up from the start again," Ayano blinked heavily. "First, I have to remove all of humanity. Then, we'll create the new world. And you and I can live in that new world, together, Senpai."

"You really think I'd want to live anywhere with you?" Taro's chuckle had a dangerous edge.

"Just listen," Ayano reached out a hand. "In this new world, I can bring everyone back. All the friends and family you've lost… I can bring them back."

"What…?" Taro's eyes went wide.

Ayano reached out, grabbing his hand. Their strings intertwined, forming the shape of a heart. There was a bright flash of white, consuming his vision.

Taro wiped his eyes, shaking his head. He peeked through his fingers. Suddenly, he was in a beautiful park. Lush, green grass, fields of flowers, gorgeous, looming buildings surrounding them. Not an ounce of pollution was in sight.

"What is this place…" Taro gasped.

"Baka!"

Taro perked up. His childhood friend and girlfriend Osana was sitting at a picnic table, a pout on her face.

"What took you so long?" she grumbled, brushing one of long, orange pigtails off her shoulder. "Come and sit down already, dummy!"

"Osana…" Taro's eyes went wide. "You're really here…?"

"Well, of course I'm here, dummy!" Osana harrumphed. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's nice to see you, Senpai," Amai appeared, holding a plate of freshly-baked cupcakes, and a sweet, motherly smile. "How have you been?"

Taro took a step back. "I… I… everyone's here… everyone's alive..."

"Big brother!"

Taro looked around, seeing his younger sister running towards him, bouncy and full of energy. The life had returned to her eyes.

"Big bro, don't go running off without telling me, okay?" Hanako chastised, crossing her arms.

Taro's voice croaked; his eyes blurred with tears. "Hanako…"

"What's wrong, big bro?" Hanako asked.

Taro gave her a choked smile. "Nothing. I'm just happy to see you."

He looked around, spotting some other familiar faces in the distance. Oka was snooping around some trees, a red blush coating her cheeks. Kizana was nearby, a large beam spread across her face. Her group members gaped in awe as she covered them with roses.

Taro spotted some of the S Class heroes in the distance, sitting around and enjoying themselves. Child Emperor and Zombieman were engaged in some deep conversation, while Metal Bat was playing with his sister. Mida Rana and Puri Puri Prisoner were discussing the boys they were into. Osoro Shidesu and Umeji were hanging out, Umeji's face a bright red.

It's so… beautiful… Taro's lip quivered. Everyone is so… happy.

"Ah, Senpai," Megami herself walked over, arms folded across her chest. "Are you having a pleasant day?"

Taro just continued to stare at her in awe.

"Megami…" Tears formed in his eyes. He reached out to her, like a child asking for a hug.

Megami raised her brow. Taro faltered when he saw the look in her eyes. The tears continued to fall down his face. So he simply smiled, faltering back.

"Is something bothering you, Senpai?" Megami asked, her tone gentle.

"No, no," Taro laughed. "It's just… good to see you."

Megami nodded. "Then I shall be on my way."

Taro watched her walk away, a usual confident stride in her steps. He wiped his eyes, form shaking.

Blast watched from the distance, shrouded in shadows. Fubuki and Kencho were standing around with their arms crossed. Itachi was rolling his eyes at Fureddo taking photos. Raibaru and Budo were grinning at each other. Garou was watching from the shadows, yellow eyes narrowed. Genos patrolled the area, serious as always. Other Akademi students were hanging around, simply enjoying the sunshine.

Taro's lip trembled once again. His whole body shook.

"This can be reality, Senpai."

Taro turned, seeing Ayano standing beside him. A glimmer was in her otherwise emotionless eyes. He realised… once again, she was the beautiful girl that had danced with him at the prom. He almost forgot everything she had done.

"If you join me, all of this will become real," she told him, offering a hand. "We'll live in a paradise."

Taro looked around, gazing at all of his friends. They all waved at him, all beaming. The sun was perfect, and the sky was a brilliant blue.

"This will all become real…?" Taro asked.

"Yes," Ayano nodded. "You'll never have to suffer again, Senpai. If you choose me, we'll live in a perfect world. Nothing will ever bother us again. You'll get to be with everyone you love, forever."

Taro's eyes watered once more. His smile continued to grow. Ayano wore the same smile on her face.

"Oh, Yan-chan…" He turned towards her, eyes alive with passion. The two stared at each other, the sun shining down. Taro kneeled down, his lips reaching her ears.

"How stupid do you think I am?" he whispered.

Then, without another word, he stabbed her in the heart.

"Do you honestly think I could ever trust you?" Taro cackled. "And besides, even if what you're saying is true, I'd rather go to Hell than live in a world with you!"

He dragged the knife up, pulling it through her neck. The world around them cracked, dissolving into dust. Taro kept his focus on Ayano, watching her body fall to the ground. Her eyes returned to their lifeless state as she gazed back up at him.

"How does it feel being betrayed?" Taro asked, his lip curled. "Doesn't feel good, does it, Yan-chan?"

Ayano stared at the blood red sky, strings keeping her trapped on the ground. Her vision faded black and white. She heard a voice at the back of her mind. Saitama's face appeared before her.

"Hey, Yan-chan," Saitama waved at his female disciple as she entered his apartment. He was standing in the kitchen, making some hot-pot, dressed in casual attire.

"Good afternoon, Sensei," Ayano nodded at him.

"Wanna hear some advice about monsters?" Saitama asked. "I don't know if you're lesson-hungry like Genos, but… I don't know, I've been thinking."

"Sure," Ayano said. Saitama waved at the space beside him. Ayano came over, standing beside him.

"Monsters aren't always that smart," Saitama told Ayano, handing her a little ceramic bowl. "They usually always make some pretty dumb mistakes. But the biggest mistake they all make is underestimating us humans."

Ayano stared at him.

"Most monsters assume the only humans that can stand up for themselves are the strong ones, like heroes," Saitama told her, ladelling some of the hot-pot in a spoon. "But that's completely wrong. All humans are strong, Ayano. Not necessarily physically. We're all strong in our own way and can fight back against monsters. Most monsters think a lot of us are nothing but mindless slaves. But that's not true at all. We're all very powerful, Ayano. So don't underestimate anyone, you understand?"

"I understand, Master," Ayano allowed Saitama to put some hot-pot in her bowl.

Ayano flashed back to the present. She was still stuck on the ground, Taro standing above her.

You were wrong about him, God, she thought. You were the one who underestimated humans. She closed her eyes. But, at the same time… humans underestimated me.

Ayano heard a tantalising laughter. Seated in front of her was the Fun Girl, hair flowing out beside her. Her smile was larger than before.

"Ḩ͎̪̿̉͐Ẹ̛̪̻̥̏̿͌Ȟ̥̗̩̦̿̓̚…̩͑ ̡̋Ḣ͚Ư̤͕̫̳͋̚͝M͖͈̬̌̆̐͜͞A̧͓̟̺̅͛̒͒N͉͉͚͖̽͗̏͡Ì͇͢͡T̡̺̘̪̽̈́́́̉͟Y͈̭͗͠ ̲̱̍͗̽͢N̲̅È̥͚̬̔͌V̔͟É͓̻͍̕͘R S͇̫̭̑̒͊TÖ͓Ŏ̡̺̹̤͔͒͑͗̀Ḏ̨͕͇͋͐̌̀ ̪͚͍̗̱̉̽̀̏͠Å̠ ̘͈̤̒̏̀C̬̯̐̍H̡̗͊͘Á̩̺̈́͟Ņ̲̜͛̋̈́C̦͍͚̘͊͋̽͞E͈̔̇͜ ̘̒W̬͔̰͎̮͑̆̃̅̅Į̨̛̼͍̀̀͋T̩̝̘͋̑̓͐͜H͔̒ ͖̞̀̔Ạ͡ ̰̯̞͒́͠T̨̐̈͢H̪͕̦̍̄͞I̟̖̋͞Ń̠̠́Ḡ̟ ̘̣̄͌L̻͖̳͕̭̀̀̄̓̓IḴ̯̲̩̗͐͗̔͋͌E ͉̞͍̌̉͆Y̙͛Ö͈́U͙̭̲̽̓͐ ̬̗̾͐Ã̛͟͢Ř̨̠͍̞̽̋̉͝ͅỎ͔͔͉̏̓Ư̩͔̬̖̈̏͠N̞̔D.̟͕̺́̅͡ She tilted her head. "̩̋I̦͙͋̕ ͓̝͍̖̅͋͆́̂͜G̦͎̈͋Ŭ̝̱̘̒͋̋̈͜ͅÈ͓̘̌Ś̥̮̳̄̀̔͟S̱̒ ͇̀Ṯ̺̯̀̾̔͘͢͝ͅH͚͕͓͙̼̒̔̎̀͝Ĭ̙S̨͉̟̤̮̔͐̊͡͝ ̭̱͚̉̓̿͊͜T̳͉̞̄̀̀I̡̹̠͐́̋͛ͅM̫̺̝̾̃́̕͢E̙̲̼̓̄͒L͕͐Ì͖̞̄͜͠N̼͆E̻̓̌͜'̼̒S̖̘̀͑ ̢͍̱͗́̚D̢̛̗̳̥̓̈́̅O̘̰̮͊̈͐N̨͖͌̚Ë̻͎̽̌͟ ̘̖̖̞̯̂̿̎̈́̕FŌ̰͔͘Ȑ̫̫̞̜͛̍̄.̅͟ ͕͠͞ͅA ͖̼̖̼̀̀̅̕S̨̝͇̍͐̀̆͢H̛̺̥̺̃̇̄ͅA̡͙͘͞M̠̻͈̹̉̑͐͞Ȩ͔̙͈̒͆̕͝.̢̳̠̼̱̊̈́͑̍̂ ͔̣̜͊͑͡B̞̽U̠̺̦̇̿͡T̩̑ ̹̀M̢͓͉͚͒̓̃͋͢͞A̲̭̮͊̔͛Ý̭͇̙́̉B̮̤̬̈͆͞É̦̲̠̪̅̋͛ ̡̍M̗͡Y͖͈̼̌̍̋̕͜ ̧̫̔͆S͖̼͌̿I̟̫͎̬͖̿͛̌̑̕S̫͍̥̳̒̓̉̃T͎̰̫͐̎͘͟͞Ĕ̛͕̣͈̱̆̚R ̱̻̍̕W͕̬̆͘Ȋ͓͔̏L̻͝L̛̫̱̯̊̾ ̞͕̗̍͌̕FIŅ̬͉̮͋͗̆̓Å͖L̨͚̺͋͆̓͒͜L̖̾͢͡Y͚̘̗̳̤͛̿̀̏̍ ̰͍̝̍̿͠L̟͝EẢ̝̮̚R̖͗N̩̮̘͖̮̔̉̂̌͝ ̡̲̩͂̎͘TH͖̳͆̓Ą̠̩̆́̃T ̡͕͍͖̝̾̂̽̿̕I̫̫̱͋̋͝ ̡̯̾̚̕͜D̆͟Ǫ̹̜͐̊̑N͎̟͚͊̽͠'̰̌T͙͒͢͡ ̮̠̣̓̓̔̌͜E͙̖͚͓̓͗̆̏͜͝X͖̻͕̑̎͗I̧̥͐̈S͕͎̱̯̃̿͑̇Ṱ̣̩̠̎̀̕̚ ̧͍̝̝̄̏͂͐Ḁ̢̛̹̯͖̏͐̂̀N̳̉Y͍̼͋͋M̢͙̤̟̋͑̓̐͘͜O̗̾R̲̥̙̳̄̾͞͞E̢̍͘͟.̨͓̮͙̦̇͊̄̐͞ ̗̕"

She breathed out. "̧͌Ä̻̖̰́̒͊L̫̬̦̓̅͛T͍̽H͓͓͙͗͛̎͆ͅO̪̰̘̬͑̇͆͗Ų̪̱̌́͌G̳͓̀̆̌̍͟͜H̘̥̗̲̃̒͊̍̕ͅ…̭͒ ̛̖̦̕TH̦̊͊̇͘͜͢ͅER̨̯̀̑Ȇ̫̪̀ ̛̜͈͖͊͡Î̢̩͚͍̜̆͒͝͝Ș̕ ͈̱̥̅̚͡Ỏ̬̣̲̚͝NE̲̫͉͒͗̉ ̧̻͋̆L̡̛͛́͟͢À̼̘̩͈͛̃̚S͎̓T̜̀ ̫̟̞̈̍̓F̗̜̥̂͛̓͘͢O͖̬̎͋E̥̔ ̨͎̳̞̾̎̅͡L̤͍̪̐̋̿E͍̹͗́F̮͓͕̋̏̊̚͟T.͓̬͑̔̓͢ ̞̦̤̻̋͆͞͠I ̣̗̔̐̽͜ḊͅOÑ̺̹̖͑͠'T̢̹̼̒̀̑ ͇̜̔̓M̙̯̹̐͆͛E̠̥̰̹̮͑͛̂̉̔Ǎ̮͎͠N̮͈̆̕ ͈̳͕̻́͂͂͟͞͝Ȳ̢̤̃͌ͅÒ̺͉̫̈̀UR̳̾ ̢̨̱̲͐̓̄́S̨͇̥͓̄́̅̚P̻̈İ̗̫͠Ṉ͉̌́Ë̯L̢̛̘̏̀͜Ḙ̹̭̈͒̏S̱̰̯͐̾͞S̬̖͈̅̽͡ ͂ͅB̯̖̽͂OY̼͌͢͡ ̱͖͓̀́͘T̬̬͎̀͌̋Ó͇Y̢̲̰̗͌̿͑̑.̜̖̈́̎ ̡͉̺͌̽̈Ỵ̹͊͛OU K͙̊͡ͅN͈̕O͕̩̠̠̱͆̉̄̀̓Ẇ̻̻͉̎̓̎ͅ ̼̩́̂E̗̦̊͑X̲́À̟C͚̀̃͢͢͡T̡͘L̹̘̎̾Ẏ͖̫͓̇̇ ̮̑W͇̙̫̖̋͛̂͌Ȟ̳O͍͘ ̢̣̮̇̽̊I̬̋ ̦̭̺̈̋̈́Ḿ͖̟̚E̗̘͋̉A̬͍̻̯̾̎̈͟͞͡Ņ̥͒͋͌ͅ,̼̹̯̤̃̍͋̃͌ͅ A̲͎̋̆C̨͉͕̙͎̀̆̍͗̍Ţ̙͉̑͌̄Ǘ͚͙̈́A̱̟̹̻͗̃́̽LL̿ͅY̠͡.̢̧̳́́̈́̚͢ ̢̱͙͈͛̀̎͌C͍͍̜̣͈̾̅̎̈͒Ą̱͕͙̪͛͛̀̏͌N̝̍̚͟ ̧͚̏͋Ỳ̳̗̑Ö̼̥̱́͂̕Ú͎̪̖͇̿͐͊̕ͅ ̤͐D̈́͜E̟͌͡ͅF̻͆Ě̡̺̻̄̄A̱̳͈͐̋̉T̢̛͉͈̃̓ ̦̟̱̙̍́̎̚͜͡HI̥̓M̖̈́͘͟?̦͕͍̾͌̾ ̢͋Ǎ̞̻̐N̙͞D͉͍̠͎͂͆̍̋ ͇̙͕̥̽͌̇͂Ĭ̢̫͓̩̃̆̄F̫̻̺͔̍̏̚͘ ͍̥̑́YƠ̞̘̆͒͜Ü̻̰͉̜̉̋̃ ̹̟͖̠̾̉̋̀D̤̙̙̾́͌Ȍ͙͕̕N̡̮͎̲̖̎̂͆̉̓'̤̯͚͖̀̈͑͘T͚̔,̛̹̩̖̦͌͋͒ ͇̣͌͗W̜̬͐͞H̼̯̉̓͗̚͟ͅA̲͚̳͋͑͗T̡̫̘̯̥̐͂̆̿̉'̯̖̼̬̏͛̓͞L͓̜͖͑͂́L̲̫̜̦̒̑̈́̈ Ḫ̛̪̏Ä̰̜́̎P̨̣̀̆P̣̪̓͟͡͝E͈̤̗̺͒̅̃́N͉̫͉̗̲͛̐̔̏͞ ̡̛͚̓̐͘͟͟TO ̤̍̉̽͜ͅY̜̝̻̌͛͒Ờ͎̰͚̱̱̀͆͝U̮̳̤̭͆͗̃͠? ̭̬͉̀͑͡W̨̗̝̒͊̍Ĭ͕͋͜L̮̊L ̻͍̝̙͓͗͊̋̂̚Ǵ͍̻̠̙̟̃̓͒̅O͈͗Ď͚̳̬͂͝ ̟̲̥̄̓͡I͇͇͛̕T̻͎͓̮̀͛̋͝S̙͂E̯̖͇̋̇̇L̬̀F̼̯͑͞ ̛̻̞͔̘̻̎̍̒̐S̢͈̎̎TEP̡̺̩̂̾͘ ͙̳͓̐͗͗̕ͅḬ̀N̺̺̽̇ ͕̫͔͗͐͝A̙̜̜͐͆͡N̠̓D̡̨͙̩̃͐̌̓ ̛̝͕̜͙̞̾͊͊̚S̱̘̙͇͒̉̂̑AV̨̡̌͝Ḛ̬̇̕ ̪͖͓̭͓͋̄͛̕͝Ị̗̘̤̀͆̈̕T̗̃Ṡ̼ ̤̱͆͘P̡̦̼̺̊́̂́R̯͘EC̰͇̅̆IO̼̝̝͌̏̓U̡̢͈͂̐͐S̤̪̠̱̦̐͊̒͋͘ ̗̮́̌͆͜WĔ̘͖͐A̮̖͈͆̈́̕P̘̳̂̃O̧̖̤̎̃͠N̛͎̥̙͚͊̈́̽?͚͘ ̨̯͍̔̎̓͋͟"

Her eyes continued melting. "̡̥̇̊OH͖͓̖̍̏͛̑͟,̥̞̝̈́͡͝ ̮͒W̫̭̊̓H̗͔̞̀̀̕A͙̤̍͆T̢̢͉͋̍̆EV͍͖͙͊͛̿E̙̒̆ͅR͔̥̹̪̝̔̀̃̕͡…̛̩ ̟̫̪̊͐͠I͖̤̜̞̊̆̑̃ ̧̞͊̔́ͅS̡͙̜̘̩̓̈́́̈͘Ǔ̹Ṗ̡̼͋P͇̥͖̥̌͛͡͡OS̨̡̝͎͆̓̀͝E̲̗̻͈̓̒̄͝ ̨̨͚̼̓̉̒̀̎͜Į̗͙̙͋̉̇̕T̙̗͖̈̋̐̇͢ ̼̤̠̥̍͊͒̚̕ͅD̝̜̆̇́͢͝ͅÖ̭͓̜͍́̐͗̕E̫̖͐̌Ś̙̗͉̅́Ṇ̢̒͐'̡͉̫̱͗͒̀̕T̖̝̙̂̓́̕ͅ ̪͔̱̾̽̆́ͅR͉̙̳͒̔͘EAL̨̪̃̽L̢̛̫͖͚̪͌̈́̍̒Y̮̝̩̊̉͡ ͜͞M̧̢̞̌̆͐A̖̭̱̱̰͋̃̊̈́̏Ť̘T͖͚̆̊E̹͈̓͗R.̰̹̘̈́͋̎ ̡̭͉̀̑͘W̩͔͌̽E̺̼̥̣͎͗́̿́̓'̛̬̻̜̦̊̽̚̚͜R̨̝͉͔͒̋́̄͢͝Ȩ̒ ̖̻̱̈́̀̀Ȃ̺͢͞Ĺ͓̦͜͠͡M̢̳̳̎͑́͘͟O̳̚S̺̹̀͐͟͞T̜́ ̪̎AṪ̫͔̤̳̑̏͡ ̨͉̱͐͒̌T̨̲͋͘H̨̱̣̍̃͛E͉̒ ͖̟̬͌̾͊EN̜͙̩͗̄͡D̯̘͑͂.̹͈̭̍̑͋ ̱͉̍̀͠ͅǏ̝'M̡̧̠̔̽͗ JUS̗̫̈̊T̢̲̻̑͐͋ ̘͊Ḫ̹̩̉͐͠E̼̓̾͘͟͟R̦̥̞̗͌͆͗̚E͕̠̱͛̿̊ ̟̆F̠̠͙̈̃̕O͓̩̭̼̍̀̐̎R ̜̣͕̀̓̓͛́͟͟T͈̱̝̦̬͆̊̉͑́H̦͈͐̈Ȅ̟ ̠̜͒̽Ŕ̙͈͙͓̍̊͌Ȉ͢DE̠̟͉̬͋͐̆̆.̡͍̎͝ ̩̃LET̩̟͙̫̒̓̓̈́͜͠'͔̮̘̥͊̌̂͞S̢͐ Ṣ͘E͍̫̓̈͢͡Ē͕̺̰͐́́̑͟ͅ ̥͝H̢͇̀̃͘ͅO̙̬͗̍W͓̆ ̞̻͋̋T͖͓̔̕Ḩ̼̜̣̿̌̆̚Ḯ̱͔͓͓̇͑͑S͕̼̊͒ ̟͠T͉͍͉̆̿̀U̫̺̇͝R̛̲̱̕N̢̼̘͇̔̅͗̃̌͢S͌͜ Ǫ̺̺̿͌̅͐͜Ű̡Ṯ͎͕̈̌̓,͍͞ ̛̲̗̯̇̏H̱̀U̡͙͉̺̯̎̅͛̚͝H̪̃͊͢, ̼͚̯̟̆̒̋̋LI͕̟͙̓̐͐͟͡Ť̤T͍̔͂͟L͎̖̭̭̏̀̈́͐E ͉̰̜̔͑͡Y̻͂À̹̟͡N̩͎͈̎͗͡D̺͍́̕Ĕ̡̥̄R̨̛̪̯̔̐͑͢Ȇ̝͙͇̹͂͆̃͢͠?̒"

(Note: in case this is hard to read there are glitch free versions at the bottom.)

The world around Ayano glitched. Her power spurted out for one last time. She suddenly stood up, red strings flowing around her. The universe was glitching. Taro flailed back, breath caught in his throat.

She… she broke out?! his face went pale.

Ayano stared into his soul. His body was shaking.

If you cannot join me… then you will die instead.

"No…" Taro whimpered. "You should be dead! I'm the hero of the prophecy! I'm the one who's supposed to kill you!"

Ayano walked towards him, grabbing him around the neck.

"I'M WHAT MEGAMI DIED FOR!" Taro screamed. "I'M WHAT EVERYONE DIED FOR! I'M THE ONE WHO'S SUPPOSED TO SAVE THE WORLD!"

The faces of his friends and family appeared in his mind. Megami stood above him, looming like a goddess as she always did.

"I CAN'T DIE HERE!" Taro roared. "I CAN'T DIE HERE! I CAN'T!"

"Humans like him are the weakest of them all," God told Ayano. "Fools like him who live life passively, doing nothing at all. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to combating him."

"Even the weakest humans can be strong, y'know," Saitama put a hand on Ayano's shoulder. "Everyone has the potential to be a great hero. Heck, I used to be pretty weak myself. Once, I didn't care about anything. And to be fair, it still is kind of hard to care about things. But I've made some progress."

You were wrong about me, Megami… Taro took in what he thought were his final breaths. I'm not cut out to be a hero.

Then something pulled him out of Ayano's grasp. He was taken away, far away from the Yandere. He was placed down by a wall.

"What…?" he looked up. Standing above him was a bald man wearing a yellow jumpsuit, red boots, red gloves, and a long, flowing white cape. The man had a surprisingly nonchalant expression on his face.

"Who… who are you?" Taro asked, eyes wide.

"Just a hero for fun," the man replied. "You'd better stay here. I'll take care of this."

"No, wait!" Taro cried out. "She's too strong! There's no way you can defeat her!"

"I hope she's strong," the man grunted. "Most of the things I fight are pretty weak. Plus, she's my disciple. Maybe she's learned something."

"Your disciple?!" Taro gasped. "Wait, what!? Who are you? What's your name?"

"Saitama," the man told him. "And I'm pretty sure you're Ayano's friend or something, right?"

Taro trembled.

"Don't worry," Saitama looked away. "I'll take care of this."

He began walking off, until he felt someone meekly tugging his cape. He gazed back down at Taro.

"Mr. Saitama…" Taro breathed. "Do you… do you think I'm too weak to become a hero?"

Saitama shook his head. "Nah. Anyone can become a hero, kid. Even the weakest of people."

Taro let his cape go, eyes twinkling.

"It's you…" he whispered. "Isn't it?"

"Huh?" Saitama raised his brow.

"You're the true hero of the prophecy…" Tareo whispered.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but okay…" Saitama shrugged.

Taro coughed. "Save the world… please, Saitama…"

Saitama nodded. "I will."

He walked off, leaving Taro alone. Taro began to cry once more, before he fell over, lifeless.


Ayano walked in a line. All around her were corpses. She had slaughtered everyone. Every single human was dead. Hero, civilian, likewise, they had been slaughtered. Not a single living person remained.

"Hey."

Ayano looked up. Ahead of her was the last person left:

Saitama.


Note: In case you can't read the glitched text, it reads:

"HEH... HUMANITY NEVER STOOD A CHANCE WITH A THING LIKE YOU AROUND. I GUESS THIS TIMELINE IS DONE FOR. A SHAME. BUT MY MAYBE MY SISTER WILL FINALLY LEARN THAT I DON'T EXIST ANYMORE."

"ALTHOUGH... THERE IS ONE LAST FOE LEFT. AND I DON'T MEAN YOUR SPINELESS BOY TOY. YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO I MEAN. ACTUALLY, CAN YOU DEFEAT HIM? AND IF YOU DON'T, WHAT'LL HAPPEN TO YOU? WILL GOD ITSELF STEP IN AND SAVE ITS PRECIOUS WEAPON?"

"OH, WHATEVER... I SUPPOSE IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER. WE'RE ALMOST AT THE END. I'M JUST HERE FOR THE RIDE. LET'S SEE HOW THIS TURNS OUT, HUH, LITTLE YANDERE?"