Within the depths of an abandoned warehouse, a man sits, waiting. Siting calmly, quietly, he stays to wait for what would certainly be a tragic end to his career. Pity that it won't be his end, will it? He sits as if he has won the game, even while he appears in all meaning to be walking to his demise. The man sits, it is any second now that the intruder, his failed killer will burst through the door. There is a play to make, and he knows his supposed role. They'll think they won, think him dead, think him gone - except he knows the game, has the players in his hands, will win the way that matters. A shame that they don't know, but he knows they wouldn't trust him otherwise. A shame they weren't more open, but now? After what will happen, it won't matter, shouldn't matter. For if there was one thing that is true about those children; they all cared far too much about those they hold dear to care about something like the titles society has for people. After all, isn't one of them becoming an European lawyer?

Although, isn't he the same? He has become attached to children, hasn't he? Oh well. That only means he shall not fail here.

The stage is set, the curtains drawn, and the main actor is arriving soon. He shall play the grand Villain of the piece, and vanish off the stage once he is 'vanquished'. Ha.

He faces the door just as it bursts open, the main actor, the 'Hero' following through. It is time to face the music.

"I am here!"

The curtain rises.

[Zeno]; It has happened, hasn't it? Timeline lines up, and All Might has taken a 'leave of absence' for 'undisclosed reasons'. We should be able to move more freely now, right?

[Sorites]; Take that, old potato!

[Schrodinger]; Pfft. If only I could do something~

[Zeno]; No. You're not revealing your Black Box ability to those heroes.

[Bhartrhari]; That would be a particularly stupid move of you, Schrodinger.

[Value]; [Inquiry].

[Abilene]; [Denied]. Bhartrhari! Haven't seen you in a while, what's happened?

[Schrodinger]; Bhartrhari! Welcome back, man. How's it going?

[Bhartrhari]; In all honesty, not very well at the moment. I got... very injured in a Villain fight. Things should be progressing as normal, right?

[Sorites]; Well, yeah, but why didn't you tell us earlier?

[Bhartrhari]; Coma.

[Abilene]; What the fuck. Dude why are you acting like this is normal?

[Schrodinger]; Gimme your location. Imma head over right now.

[Bhartrhari]; [Refusal] No, no, it's fine. Everything is...

[Zeno]; You need help. Schrodinger can help. Just take it and we can move forward.

[Bhartrhari]; Wait, Schrodinger, aren't you in class right now?

[Schrodinger]; Doesn't matter. You do.

[Abilene]; Just take the free healing, man. We can worry about those things later.

[Bhartrhari]; Alright. [Data]. I'll be the only one there, so you don't need to come in. Your Black Box should be able to cover a large room by now, right?

[Schrodinger]; Yeah... I'm actually close by. Are you in that front room or in one of the other rooms?

[Bhartrhari]; Front Room, and please don't expand into the other rooms please? You can come in right after, I have been waiting to meet you in person.

[Schrodinger]; All right. I'll head in once the Black Box disappears, ok? See you soon!

[Observer]; Wait -

The machines whir as I wait for Schrodinger. I know that Observer entered last minute so that might complicate things, but she still arrives anyways. Schrodinger walks up the street, phone in hand. She stops in front of the complex anyways, no matter what Observer might have said.

The walls around me change, becoming infinite and yet not, and so I sit in a void, my body coming undone and redone in front of myself. Oddly, it's not painful like I had expected it to be, like I had prepared for. The machines that were being used to keep me alive disappear as well, but they are a welcome sacrifice. My legs were the first to be replaced, and so I stand as my torso and arms follow. Last to be replaced was my head, and how odd that was - thought disappearing for just a moment before I can see the results. Perfectly placed, as they should be, an my sight has returned! How nice.

Turns out that the Black Box is aptly named, Schrodinger's ability truly does have black walls when it is used. I see it slink back, and oh how nice having my sight back actually is, the range rediscovered. I walk to the door, opening it, welcoming Schrodinger in. She's much smaller than I thought, but she is a child. I queue the link in the bacck of my mind, just in case.

I offer my hand.

"Hello, Taylor. Or do you wish to be called Schrodinger?"

Her eyes widen as I speak. Ah, so she does recognize my voice.

"All for-"

I reach out and tap her on the forehead, activating a quirk. She slumps forward, asleep. Good, she wasn't able to say anything through the link. That would be a pain to explain right now, especially with Taylor being unavailable at the moment. I pick her up, and carry her to a backroom and set her down on a bed to let her sleep. I walk out of the room, before turning and locking the door to that room. Best not have anyone here find her right now. That quirk should grant eight hours of sleep, so I move to the Kitchen to eat some actual food for the first time since that fight.

In the middle of eating an apple, the Doctor walks in, moving past me before stopping and turning around to gawk at my current state. I smirk before talking.

"I called in a favor with a friend of mine for this. Pity her quirk doesn't work on herself. Now, doctor, would you kindly start on that project?"

"Of course, of course!" The Doctor bows and quickly walks out of the room, going back into the depths of the complex. I laugh and finish the apple.

Going back into the room, I sit down and pull the link to the forefront of my mind.

[Observer]; Schrodinger? Schrodinger!

[Bhartrhari]; Ah sorry, Schrodinger's sleeping right now. Apparently my wounds were worse than I thought.

[Observer]; If you say so.

[Sorites]; I don't remember her ever getting exhausted from using Black Box when we messed around with it's capabilities.

[Zeno]; Hmm?

[Soirtes]; Nothing, mother!

[Zeno]; I am offended. But you're all good now, right?

[Bhartrhari]; Ah yes, I certainly am.

[Zeno]; So I might have just confirmed a thing about Fold...

[Sorites]; Hmm?

[Zeno]; I can change the centerpoint if I want to.

[Sorites]; So you can mess with the time-space continuum.

[Zeno]; Yes. It feels weird when I do it, though.

[Sorites]; Fair enough. Particula feels wack to me, should probably mess around with it more.

[Zeno]; You are not messing around with an ability that can pull apart atoms on a whim. Not without Schrodinger to fix things if you fuck up.

[Sorites]; Aren't you the one that doesn't like to swear.

[Zeno]; Not if I can help it, no.

In the oddest sense, waiting for Schrodinger to wake up is more nerve wracking than waiting for All Might to attempt to kill me, and I cannot pinpoint why. Is it because I don't know that if I will be able to fix this? Is it because I might just have become attached? Or is it because she knows too much? The longer I wait, the more and more that I feel like i am walking to my demise, that I have done something that cannot be fixed. The thought of which does not make me feel better.

I could just make sure that she doesn't wake up again, could just steal her quirk and be done with it. Although, can I even take it? They seem so sure that it is not a quirk, that it is an ability that is purely theirs, so even if I could take it, would it be the same for myself? I'd rather not. Hmm, I could just place her in that project, but the thought of her becoming absolutely mindless bothers me. Kurogiri was an impossibility, pure chance, one that I don't think I can replicate ever again.

It would be so much simpler, to carry out any of these ideas and yet, I seem unable.

Within the depths of a complex, a man sits, waiting for the end.