Hello, my dumb ass is back again with another fanfic. I suddenly craved chaos during these trying times and so, I have made this. Now yall know why my other work is not getting as much update as it did before the quarantine.

I promise I'm not dropping the other story. I'm just- in a villain-ny mind right now y'know?

sorry. my bad.

When Hachinose Ilya woke up, she didn't expect to wake up to a world where some people looked like weird alien abominations. She also didn't expect to see adults in tight spandex, parading around like it's not wrong to have eighth grade syndrome. She asked her mom that question once to which the elegant woman laughed.

"honey, they're not delusional. They're heroes. It's their job."

Ilya didn't expect to produce a thick black fluid too. After it splashed on a kid who was playing with her in the sandbox, the said kid started acting weird. He followed her movements like a mirror. He also parroted her words.

'mama! Help!'

He was noisy telepathically wise and a headache is starting to form.

'shut up.'

And then there was silence. The resistance she felt earlier vanished and soon, Ilya felt the black fluid she produced filled her playmate's being. After messing around with her playmate, she finally figured out how to make him look uncorrupted once more before his mother grabbed him to head home.

"let's go?"

Ilya's own mother asked her. She nodded and grabbed her mother's hand before heading out. As the two of them walked, her mother gave her a knowing look before patting her head.

"good job darling."

The following days, mother would tell her more about how to make more minions. More vessels.

"they're not friends?" Ilya asked as the two of them ate dinner.

Her mother had an amused smile on her face. "no, darling. They're not."

It was a simple response that didn't quench her thirst for answers. "then what are they?" there was a fond sigh before mother responded once more.

"soldiers. Puppets. Toys. Disposables."

With a nod, Ilya went back to her dinner lovingly prepared by her dad.

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After Ilya amassed a small army of corrupted children, mother taught her how to take their gifts. Quirk was the legal term for it, but mother rarely used the word.

"they're gifts, darling. Thank you gifts for taking them in."

And with all those thank you gifts, Ilya had more gift than your average joe.

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One day, mother brought her to travel the world (to take in as much pawns as she can). They were in Venice when mother told Ilya the story of how she was conceived.

"I love your father very very much. Sadly, he had eyes for someone else, so I did what I had to do."

There was a blinding smile on mother's lips.

"I corrupted your dad so he would get rid of her."

Mother heaved a forlorn sigh as she gazed on father who was standing still like a mannequin.

"sadly, in a moment of clarity, he killed himself. Now he's just an empty husk."

Ah. So that's the reason why father looked like he's dead. Because he's dead. Like, for reals dead.

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When Ilya entered middle school, mother looked weaker. Mother herself told Ilya that she's almost at the end of the road and that she can feel her sins creeping on her back.

"they're here for me, darling. They're catching up on me."

Ilya doesn't know how to respond so she opted to stare at mother. Father has crumbled a long long time ago. After all, pawns like him dies before the master. Especially now that mother's gift is going haywire.

It was a sunny day in Barcelona when mother asked Ilya to take her in.

"Ilya my darling, can you grant me my last wish?"

Ilya stared at her mother for a while, not bothering to respond. She can hear mother's thoughts. She knows what mother is planning.

"sorry mother, I cannot grant you your wish."

Mother sighs.

"don't you wish for mother to continue on living?"

Ilya takes mother's hand and held it tight.

"mother," she starts, eyes looking at mother's own milky ones. "you have grown weak. Your taint wouldn't affect me."

For the first time in years, Ilya saw her mother weep.

"I just want to reign supreme, my darling. I just want the world dancing on my palm."

Ilya sighs as she wipes off the tears from mother's cheeks.

"don't worry mother, I will make the world dance for you. From my palm."

When Ilya left the empty house in Barcelona, she brought a few puppets with her. its unwise to travel alone after all.

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She was in Paris when one of her puppets in Japan found something interesting. A dying boy with light blue hair that flowed up, resembling flames. As she willed the child closer, she recognized his face. He was a hero-in-training. From UA if she remembers correctly. One of her puppets even checked him for his quirk when he was four.

Humming to herself, Ilya decided that one more puppet wouldn't hurt.

"hello, mister. Fancy meeting you here."

don't you just love it when you're like All-for-One but greedier?

Hachinose Ilya
Quirk: Mindhive - she infiltrates a body with the thick black fluid she produces and takes over. That doesn't kill the owner's mind. they're just pushed back and restrained, forced to watch the actions Ilya wants them to do. When she successfully takes over someone, the two of them are connected and Ilya can now use her victim's Quirk and vice versa. Aside from getting their Quirk, she can also see the victim's memories. When her victim gets hurt, she also gets hurt but to a lesser degree (depending on the amount of people she's corrupted). She also gets affected by Quirk exhaustion (again, to a lesser degree).

ya dig? Ya dig an over-powered child?