Sorry I haven't updated my other story Saitama Drabbles.
I really don't have a real plot or anything so that makes it harder.
I try to write longer but I have 3 months worth of homework to be done in a matter of weeks.
Go ahead kill me. I am bound to die anyway.
You all know how this starts. Purple boi go atteck, egg defet, backstory follo, bulky dud with nerd broter foight egg, egg win and egg meet car dud dat die.
Yeah. Seems legit.
I freaking need to rewatch the anime again to actually make this work. Not that I am complaining though.
Never and I repeat, Never copy my work and post it in somewhere else because I swear, I would rip out your goddamn spinal cord and giddily would watch you be crippled for the rest of your life.
Swearing. There is a lot of swearing. Like a lot. I might make this a rating M because city Z is such a god forsaken place that would make hell run for his money. Nothing any extremely bad, its just the allyways. *shivers* Never go into the allyways.
Just to be clear, Saitama is still an emotionless egg yolk. Monsters are still monsters or thugs. Genos is still a cyborg. City Z is badass as it is. Life is hell and my favourite colour is green.
A lot of swearing because I'm me.
Lmao let's get this shitfest started.
City Q looked like a warzone. Once concrete structures were turned into debri. The roads looked broken beyond repair and the sky was grey. Clouds clumped up shadowing the sun to make the situation a lot more horrible.
A nearby television that miraculously survive this devastating attack was playing a broadcast that showed a man aggressively repeating "Get out while you still can!"
Said man, turned into a corpse soon after as well as the television itself.
Something that got to do with radiation I guess. Humans are weak after all. They can't survive in the wilderness. They can't survive massive radiation and a nuclear bomb. The being that caused this mass genocide though, was no human.
Air decided that it wanted to be tense. It was a devastating sight to everyone. Including some of the thugs and mutants living there in City Q. Their eyes were absent from bloodlust which they shown previously to be replaced with pure uncultured fear.
Like hell would they want to die like the other's. They like their head on their shoulders pretty much thank you.
Mercenaries or as most people would call them; heroes quickly retreated with the crowd. The mutant or whatever name you could give to the person who caused this mess is most likely stronger than them considering the fact that he or she killed almost 1/3 of the population in City Q.
'Heroes' from the Hero Association were in fact, too scared to fight the monster. I mean, who wouldn't. People with most common sense would most likely run away in fear for their life.
Bodies scattered across the ground and floor. All life vanished in one millisecond. Green grass that was wilted and black. People who were supposed to be moving and breathing and alive were dead.
In the middle of all this destruction, lay a man. If only if he was a man that is. More like a humanoid creature that decided to play judge upon humanity.
A man with two antennas on his head. His entire body was purple for whatever reason. Veins visible on his body that looked like it hurt. His body structure was bulk and facial features formed a demonic glare. He was buck naked. Not that anyone would dare take a picture.
Glaring on all humans. He hated all of them. They were disgusting. They were unpure. Not fit to live in this vast gigantic mass of dirt. Mother Nature has sentenced them all to death.
The sound of pathetic crying snapped him out of his trance. His head turned to find a young girl with torn sleeves and damaged blouse. Bruises and scratches could be found on her body. Her hands trying to wipe out the never ending supply of tears coming out of her eyes.
The intimidating being walked calmly to the girl. His aura flaring menacingly as to say "I could kill you in one millisecond." and that anyone foolish enough to stand in his way would be eliminated without a second thought.
Unfortunately his new target is the little girl.
Huh, well... fuck.
As he got closer to the little girl, her screams and senseless babbles of "Daddy! Mommy!" got louder and louder. Not that her parents would go save her that is. They were most probably dead and rotting under the broken concrete.
The purple man extended his hand to the little girl. Her size would never compare to him. In fact, he is ten times the size of her.
Suddenly, his fingers sharpened in an deadly manner. Much like a cat extending it's claws but much more deadly.
A part of his mind says to itself But it is defenceless. It could be sin to be done so. The other says Destroy it before it destroys Mother.
Since he would and will always choose Mother Nature's safety than anyone else's including his own, he swiped his hand down on the girl bringing her a swift death. A mercy killing if you will.
Only if a yellow blur didn't interfere.
Something flashed before his eyes completely getting him off guard. His eyes widened as he scanned the area to find the source of the yellow blur and try to make sense of things.
The sound of cloth waiving in the wind allerted the powerful being. Turning his head, he found the same yellow figure crouching at the now unconscious girl.
A sly smirk showed on his face. Turning around and crossing his arms, he dared looked at the monstrosity in front of him with a blank face. Maybe if this guy is actually a challenge, it would be fun. Who knows?
Looking the guy or thing in the eye with no fear or anger but instead boredem which surprised the mutant. Not that he showed or anything. Zaccine Man honestly expected that the one who would fight him would have been atleast a slight bit angry or sad or maybe even grieving but never bored.
"Who do we have here?" The mysterious being asked the clad man in yellow. His face mimicking the same bored expression.
Saitama shrugged while crossing his arms "Just a guy who is a hero for fun."
That nine words stinged like fire to the already angered Vaccine Man. Hero for fun? Hero for fun?!
He can't believe that the person that stands in his way was a guy who does saving 'parasites of the Earth' for fun. This guy probably isn't even strong anyways. He just have an insane speed limit. So what he could go to the speed faster than sound? The easier to crush this guy the easier he could serve Mother.
A look of pure disgust was shown on his face. "Hero? Hero?! I am Vaccine Man! I am the judge of all humankind! The protector of Mother Nature! These parasites whom had abused her in more ways than one! Looking down on her gifts as if it were nothing! I would rid them from this Earth and it would become peace again!" As he continued his perfectly formed speech, his body is slowly contorting to a more demonic shape.
Continuing to grow in an inhuman manner. Already popped out veins revealed more. The outside organs constructed by bone increased it's size and sharpness similar as of a dagger. Eyes becoming a rage filled red glowing dangerously at the man in front of him. Tiger like claws that could slice through anything.
That's not the scariest part though. It's the sound it makes during the process. God, you could hear what is happening inside of him. Bones breaking and reformed to make better bones. Inside organs squashed together to take refuge in available space. Skin continuing to grow to fill out space. His spine grows to fit the available size he was going to take.
Most people would fine this process... disgusting as it is. Not that we could blame them though. It is a... questionable process. One that would be seen painful to others. Vaccine Man has no qualms experiencing pain like none other when Mother was involved.
Moving closer, his confidence increased in a matter of seconds. Taking a glance at his claws, he thought Surely this bald headed human is just a mere disturbance. Besides, what could someone 10 times smaller than me could lay a single scratch? A tinging feeling in his gut in what he assumed 'animal instincts' was telling him to run the other way and never look back.
Primitive instincts are kind of built into everyone. Be it human, monster, mutant or remorseless killer, they would have some sort of strength detector in their heads. Similar to common sense, it just tells then to do what they need to in order to survive.
When encountering someone stronger than you, it just rings up in your head to run like Sonic and hope you won't get caught.
A lot of people get arrogant though. Some most likely would get too cocky and decides to fight with some random guy on the street.
Most- no. Wait. I mean all of Saitama's opponents underestimated him because quote 'this guy can't even hurt a fly'. Why does people think that anyways? So he's bald and his costume looks like a knockoff hero cartoon. So what? He is strong. Not to mention the fact that he is and always will be the strongest being in this goddamn universe and that no one could ever possibly defeat him with any ancient artifact or advance technology. (Not that he knows that though. It's just us and the fandom.)
It's impossible.
Vaccine Man's instincts are screaming and begging for him to run the fuck away from that God.
Preparing to strike the first attack, raising his gigantic claws for hands, swiped down on the yellow figure.
Aaaaaand we know how this goes. Huh. Can we just pray for Vaccine Man's good afterlife? I mean, he does some good admirable things for his creator.
I'm taking your silence as a yes. Aight ima ask God to send him to hell but not fiery hell but just hell. Yeah makes sense. ... I should turn off my childish attitude when I'm writing.
The sound of a table smack could be heard from miles. Only that table smack is a million decibels louder and is able to kill monsters and thugs in one go.
You might expect that there must be atleast half the corpse of the mutant who got punched but sadly, only it's flesh and organs rain down from the sky. A horrendous sight to most but a cheerful fact that the monster is dead.
The one who killed it though, is far less happy. Looking at his smoking fist, he crouched down and yelled.
"GOD DAMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!"
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One Shot Man
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*Inserting dramatic flashback*
Light as day could be, the citizens of City Q were casually continuing their day. From spoiled children to overprotective mothers walked among these streets as well as live here.
All of them lively as ever. The tone of their voice was alive and well no sign of I'll intent whatsoever.
Maybe that's why because people live in City Q. It was so lively and happiness spread like a disease. Monsters rarely could be seen here because of Watchdog Man.
Oh yes. Watchdog Man. The highest kill count in the history of mercenaries. The meter slowly going higher each day. His attacks were swift and quick some would say. Little children came to watch him attack the moron who decided to come face to face with him. Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to kill people in public especially in front of children. No, it would be unfit for their innocent eyes.
Thugs, assassins and monsters who apparently turned monsters by liking something a lot or eating some random shit of the sidewalk would be a daily occurence. They would still run though. And boy. Would they run.
Such as now. Their gaze went on to find a monster with a crab's upper body and the lower part is still human. Suprisingly still holding it's own weight.
And so, the citizens of City Q ran as fast as their legs could go. The look of pure fright shone and instincts say that to run the hell away and they did just that.
The monster didn't chase them or anything. He was looking for a new target. He would gladly rampage the city after that.
A man with dead eyes and even deader will to live was gradually walking down the street. A look of boredem set. Business suit and all with a suitcase that made him look like he was an employed business man. Sadly, he was the exact opposite.
An ominous shadow was cast upon him. Looking up, he found a strange creature that looks similar as of a crab.
As said, 'a deader will to live', he does not do anything whatsoever in the current situation. Any sane person would run away like most yet he just stared there staring into another set of dead eyes.
The crab monster on the other hand, was thinking on whether to kill this guy or not. He didn't run or anything. He's just staring at him. Was he suicidal?
They kept staring at each other.
Apparently he is.
"Kukuku... you should be running by now." Crablante showed a grin with a manical glint in his eye.
"I could rip your eyes off and decapitate your limbs but nah... your eyes are as dead as mine. Call it understanding."
He then told his name and his shitty backstory. What did he say again? Oh right. He ate to much crab that he became a crab.
Remember that I said that people could turn into monsters by eating shit from the sidewalk? Yeah. Take this crab dude for example.
"Besides , I'm looking for a new target right now. Some kid with a giant shit ass chin. Drew fucking nipples on my chest. Have a nice day." Crablante waved his giant claw and walked pass the man.
Saitama was a tad bit surprised that he was able to walk away with his life. All because of 'understanding'? This day is getting weirder by the second.
Passing by the crowds of panicked people was easy since no one would question a normal guy. The screaming was getting old though.
Going through the playground he used to play alone since he was a kid, he saw a child there. Turning around, his face shone a giant chin similar to a person's ass.
Wait.
Oh god no-
"Hey kid, did you, by chance drew nipples on a crab monster's chest?" Saitama called to the small child.
"Yeah. I did. Why?"
What...? What was wrong with this kid?! Did he have any common sense whatsoever?! Why in the everloving hell did he drew freaking nipples on a guy who could rip your head of off your shoulders in a matter of seconds?!
Somehow anger found itself in my heart. This kid was so god damn ignorant. What was the saying? Ignorance is bliss? That rule doesn't count on life threatening things such as real life.
I was about to yell about the child for his stupidity when a familiar figure got into my field of vision. Eyes widening in suprise and his anger diminished almost immediately, grabbing the kid's hand and ran the opposite way to avoid a would be fatal concussion.
The claw hit plain air and his eyes turned to find the man in the business suit he met at an earlier time.
"You! Why did you save that stupid brat!" Rage shown in the crab monster's eyes.
In blind rage he smashed anything in his visible rage. Miraculously the man in black dodged everything while bringing the kid with him.
Call it luck, call it the plotline, call it fate but whatever it is, Saitama consider himself a one in a million man in both a good and bad way. One is that he somehow attracted a Crab monster guy thing and still standing.
Only when one misstep happened.
"My ball!" The kid got loose of his sweaty hands and proceeded to grab the football which is an inch away from the monster.
God- What the actual fuck. Why the hell did this kid does what he does?! "Oh yeah, I'm going to potentially throw away my fucking life for the sake of one football."
Sometimes he thinks he was surrounded by idiots. This kid has a brain the size of an ant. A very fanomically small ant.
A giant claw would come into contact with the idiot for a child if it weren't for Saitama pushing him out of the way. Forcing him colliding with a wall with a giant crack.
Blood could be seen from his forehead, breathing ragged where he could seen the air he exhaled, vision blurry but was still good in a way.
Crablante was slowly closing in on the child. Who had forgotten that he was currently being hunted by a maniac of a crab and cleaning up his dirtied football.
(Yes, I want to kill this kid too. We can't though so I'm just going to mentally kid him over and over again.)
A shadow casted upon him, looking up finding a manic grin with two oval eyes looking at him with malicious hunger. Eyes widened in pure fright, the kid scrammbled to get away but to his dismay, can't because his own body won't respond.
It was kind of funny how the human mind works. How you know that you could kill yourself while doing this yet you do so anyway. How you try to do anything to save something. Such as now.
Looking at the only thing he had in his hand. The very object he used just a moment ago in his hands to wipe out the blood blinding his eyes.
A tie.
A tie.
A piece of cloth used to make men looked more stylish and professional. A nice pair with suits. It wasn't like this tie mannered to him in any possible way. Heck, the last guy said it was 'loony'. Whatever that means.
Ripping out his tie, and sprinting to the crab monster while praying a silent prayer to whatever god was watching him doing this suicidal act of justice.
Jumping on the crab monster and tying it to one of the crab's eyes, his legs stood firm on it's back to not fall off from one of Crablante's pathetic attempts to getting the human off.
"I'll kill you, you stupid run-" Crablante stoped mid sentence as pain shot through his system. His mouth opened for a scream but no sound could be heard.
By using pure force, Saitama pulled his eye socket causing Crablante's more important organs to come out from that small single,... hole.
Yes, I am still wondering about how in the everloving fuck can organs could be compressed and forced upwards. Causing a bloody mess that would absolutely not be for children to look more of a fountain than it is.
Fire somehow managed to light in his eyes. Turning into a full on inferno when he saved the kid by killing the monster in probably the worst way in existence.
He knew what he wanted to be now. No more business man work that would do nothing to help people.
Deciding wasn't hard anyways. He was going to be a hero. One that could kill anything with one single punch. One that would save anyone if given the chance.
You know that time you really REALLY want something right? Like remember that one time in your childhood where you wanted to grow up and be a 'big boy' because of all the bullshit kids movies gave you and then you come to that stage where you regret everything you have ever done?
Like you thought it'd be cool to do this and then at a later time you would find yourself in one of your memories cringing from the things you did.
Well, Saitama is into one of that horrible situations.
After three fucking years, he finally achieved power that could punch anyone out of the very remnace of existance. Completely obliterating the opponent without actually using his normal punch.
I mean, this sort of power was cool and all but it was absolutely frustrating how there isn't any 'fight' in a fight anymore. I know how weird that sounds but it's the truth!
It's like you are an ant fighting a god but that ant was just so so stupid enough to dare to fight him. Weather that ant is an idiot or just plain blind to see that there is a 0.0000000000000000000001 percent chance to survive and an even lower chance for you to even win!
Scratch that. You are never going to win. It is impossible and the chances of you winning is none existant. Better just kill yourself than fight him.
So he had just achieved this power, what else should he do?
Oh I don't know, master every fucking technique of fighting he sets his eyes onto?!
Okay, so maybe just maybe in another universe he only one punches the guy. But he just had to go as far as to master taekwondo and other wonderfully made fighting styles for fun.
Maybe that's what he is in life. He does every single thing he does for fun. Except of course, eating, breathing and drinking water.
Besides that, he never felt emotions again. Maybe some small form of anger when a monster decides to attack him at the wrong place at the wrong time, maybe some slight annoyance when some idiot decides to come breaking down his door trying to look threatening to rob him out of his money. But he never got to actually feel.
He sighed as he heard the sound of metal and clinking behind him as an indignition that a monster was there. He had a sort of alarm now. Not as blaring as last time but still a pretty convenient alarm.
Not even bothering to remember it's name and backstory (although, he heard it something between the lines of I ate a 'random object from the street' and become a 'overdramatic mutated being') one punching the monster without batting an eye.
Going home, he thought one thing in mind: Jesus Christ I need something new to do.
Yeah. I made this thing now. Sorry for the extremely late update. It's just that I can rarely be given my phone (I mean c'mon! What the hell!) because of 'unfairness' because my little brother doesn't have one yet.
*Muttering curses under my breath* Anyways, I hope the later chapter would be longer than this one! And remember kids! My mouth is a bad influence!