Well, this is gonna be my first story. I'm kinda new to this, so give me a bit of slack. So, this story takes place in MHA, but in a different place, not near U.A, or most of the story so far with MHA. This is mainly a OC story, and I do not own MHA, or any characters or quirks that are not my own original people. So, with that out of the way, let's jump right in!

It is a cool night in spring. The city was bustling with light and noise. People of different sizes, shapes, colors, and bodily parts walked around. This is the world of Quirks. Quirks are superpowers come to life. However, not all these powers are very useful. Some just give people green skin, or coat hangers for ears. Then there are those with extraordinary powers, like the power to create and control fire, or having super strength, or electric fists. Some people live normal lives, working normal jobs. But with superpowers come superheroes, people fighting for a better world. However, things are not so cut and dry. Heroes take bribes, do wrongs, and hurt innocent people, just like the villains they swear to defeat. Some heroes want fame, others want power, some want an edge with the ladies. On the other hand, some villains are who they are because of lack of money, or discrimination, or finally living up to the taunts of their peers, who tell them they have a villainous quirk, or are useless. For, only 80% of this world has a quirk, and 20% are just human. But powers have become the norm. Now, we come to a seemingly abandoned building, with a group of people in various costumes hiding out on a roof. "Alright, comms check. Everyone call in!" "Comet, calling in." "Discus, here for a spin!!" "Gorgen, eyes on the prize." "Sergeant Storm, reporting for duty." "Alright. Copycat?" The comms were quiet. "Someone go check on him." Comet nodded, and walked over to the side of the building, where a 18 year old male was scoping in on a building with a telescope. He had black hair, and was wearing a black and silver bodysuit, with a black jacket. He had headphones on, and jumped slightly as Comet tapped him on the shoulder. He took off his headphones. "What is it? Comet sighed. "ThunderVoice was checking comms. You didn't answer." Copycat's eyes widened, and he turned on the Bluetooth in his ear. "Copycat here! Sorry for the wait!" He heard ThunderVoice sigh over the comms. "It's fine, Copycat. Just don't let it happen again." "Yes sir!" Copycat got off comms, his face dusted pink with embarrassment. This was his second ever mission after graduating from U.A, but he wanted to set a good example. He went over to the rest of the team, where they were setting up a zip line. "Alright, so Copycat goes in, takes care of the guys guarding the computer, gets the info, and gets out?" "That's the plan, Discus. You understand, sport?" Copycat nodded. "Yes sir." As the team got into position, no one noticed a purple crackle on the power lines, going into the building. Little did they know, Copycat was about to meet someone who would change his life forever. As he ziplined into the building, he slammed through the opened window, and knocked down and knocked out a man. He quickly looked around, but it seemed no one had heard him. He touched his uncovered hand to the mans face, as his body suddenly morphed. His bodysuit morphed into the worn leather jacket, blue jeans, and black muscle shirt of the man. His face seemed to have a more bulbous nose on him. His hands also morphed, now having seemingly metal nozzles. He now had a rundown of the mans quirk. He could shoot quickly hardening foam from his hands. Copycat stood, and walked out from the crates. The man guarding the door waved at him. Copycat walked over. The man was wearing a bandana, a white muscle shirt with a fire logo on it. He had a pair of black sweatpants on. He smiled. "Hey Jack! Those two are almost done getting the info on those damn spandex freaks." 'Jack' nodded. He then spoke in Jack's rough, slightly scratchy voice. "Anything wrong? I heard a noise." The man shook his head. However, as he did that, 'Jack's' earbud buzzed, as a garbled voice spoke through it. "Cop—at! Un—wn host—e in ar—a!" As the garbled message went through, a purple crackle shot from the computer, and it turned off. The two villains cursed, and one went to smack the computer. However, before he could, a hand reached out of the computer, grabbed his face, and slammed it against the table. The second villain jumped back, and called to them. "Oi! Jack! Nick! I need help! Karl's down! "Oh shit! Alright, Alex!" As Nick pulls the gun from his hip, he didn't see 'Jack' swinging his hands towards him. 'Jack' sprayed his hands and head to the door, and punched him in the head, knocking him out. He then shed his disguise. Nick pulled his gun out. "Oi! Don't come any closer, spandex, or I'll blow your head off!" Copycat slowly put his hands up, not seeing a out. Then his eyes widened. A figure stood behind Nick, his form glitching in and out of existence. All that Copycat could see was a pair of horns. Nick looked behind him, and before he could shout out, the figure slammed a fist into his head. Purple lightning crackled along the mans body, and he fell to the ground. The figure then turned, and grabbed the flash drive from the computer import. He hadn't even acknowledged Copycat. Copycat grabbed his bow staff, and went to slam it into the mans head. But it passed right through. The man turned, and walked into the light. He was slightly shorter than Copycat, with a hood and face mask obscuring his face. However, his eyes could be seen. His eyes were purple, with gold flecks. He was wearing a black hoodie with purple outlines, a pair of headphones on his neck, black and purple pants, and black shoes. His mask was like a gas mask, but black, with a pair of purple fangs on it. His hood had horns on it, but they seemed to be fabric. He spoke, with a voice that must have been changed due to tech. It was static-like, not unlike his body, which was very staticky, glitching. "Well, seems a little hero showed up to put the bad guys in prison. How uptight~" Copycat blushed at the males teasing tone. "So, what's your name, little hero?" Copycat, never one to back down, spoke up. "I'm C-Copycat!" The man walked up to him, and put his hand on Copycats chin, tilting it up. His hand was warm. "You can call me Glitch, little hero~" Copycat's blush deepened. Glitch stepped over to the computer. "See you around, little kitty~" He jumped into the computer.