Somewhere in Nevada

2135

Inside a clean comic shop with various posters lining the red and blue walls. Shelves stocked with dozens of action figures and cases filled with comics about modern-day superheroes and even obscure comics from before quirks came to be.

As it was the dead of night only three people were in the shop, all waiting for the shift to end so they could close down.

The blonde and somewhat overweight man at the counter was busy reading the latest issue of 'Nevada Ranger', he wore a bright yellow shirt and some casual jeans. Another insectoid man was looking through the various action figures with a careful eye, wearing a gray hoodie and some sweatpants.

The third person was on an arcade machine, playing a game. He wore similar attire to the overweight man at the counter.

Suddenly the door opened as two men walked in. One was African-American and was wearing a black suit and tie with a pair of blue sunglasses on his face, his hair styled in a crew-cut manner. He was carrying a bag in his gloved hands.

The other man wore a green coat and jeans and was completely bald. His skin an ashen gray.

"Hey. We're almost closing." The man at the counter said as the suited man set down the bag and pulled out a lead pipe.

The more casually dressed man walked to the counter and stared blankly at the cashier.

"I'm looking for something." The man said almost robotically as he pulled out a piece of paper and set it on the counter. The suited man was standing near the arcade machine, watching the other man play the game.

"Listen man. I don't care. We close in a minute so-" He was cut off when the agent swung the pipe into the head of the man at the game. Blood splattered the screen as the man collapsed onto the ground, the back of his skull caved in.

The two other people in the shop, the two normal people, were now petrified. Fear makes it impossible for either one to move.

"Hey." The word caused the cashier to snap out of it and look at the gray man in front of him who then pointed at the paper.

He looked down at the paper, his hands visibly shaking.

Nexus Charter manuscript

He gulped as he read the words, looking back up. Glancing at the still petrified insectoid man before looking back at the casually dressed agent. The suited man walked towards the insect mutant.

"I-I-I sold it. S-Some dude wearing this mask with a mohawk, H-He paid with cash! That's all I know. I-I swear!" The cashier said as tears began to well up in his eyes. The lifeless stare of the man in front of him almost made him fall.

"Where's Jebediah Christoff?" The man asked as the suited agent was in front of the insect man.

"I-I don't know who that is." The cashier replied honestly, fear making his voice tremble. The man looked at him for a moment as his partner moved towards the mutant.

"W-Wait. C-Can I go? I-I won't tell anybody. P-Please?" The terrified man asked as the agent looked at him for a moment before shrugging.

"Sorry, mate." He then swung the pipe into the insectoid's head, caving his skull in as the cashier visibly flinched and almost collapsed to the ground.

He was then caught by the scruff of his neck. The ash gray man holding him up.

"Where is Jebidiah Christoff?" The man asked again, emphasizing each word as he let go of the cashier.

"H-H-H-H-He might be a customer. I- I…" He trailed off as both agents cornered him, looking at him with a blank stare.

"I-... I'm thinking so hard… please." The cashier asked with tears flowing down his face.

The ashen skin agent nodded. His fist then crashed into the cashier's neck, breaking it instantly. The cashier fell over and lay on the ground unmoving as he choked to death on his blood.

The suited agent shrugged and went back over to the bag, dropping the pipe in as he pulled out a small bio-fuel can while the casually dressed agent pulled out a chocolate bar.

As he began to pour the bio-gasoline on the stands and comics he set the can down and reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette pack and pulled one out.

Before he could place the death stick in his mouth he caught his partner looking at the cigarette in disgust.

"What?"

"Smoking kills."

The suited man rolled his eyes under his glasses. "Oh please. I'm gasping." The casually dressed agent just continued to look at the cigarette in disgust.

"I'll… light it outside." The suited agent said as his partner watched him walk towards the door as he ate a piece of chocolate.

Suddenly a large combat knife was stabbed through the back of his neck, severing his spinal cord and killing him instantly.

Before the other agents could even react the knife was flung and landed in between the man's eyes. Embedding itself down to the handle.

Standing over the dead agent's corpse was a large man wearing a black bomber jacket, a mask covering his face, and his hair styled into a small mohawk.

"Shit." Doc said to himself quietly as he looked at the situation before him. He had to get out of here and fast.

He tensed up when he heard something running from behind him. By reflex, he spun around and grabbed the runner. And in his grasp was a terrified thirteen-year-old girl with mantis-like features, who looked up at the Doctor in terror.

"Shit." Doc said to himself as the girl tried to wrestle out of his grip, the girl sobbing to herself as she looked at the dead body of the mantis teenager.

Doc grumbled to himself. "Hey. Look at me." Doc said as he let go of the girl, who looked up at him sobbing.

"I-I want my mommy and daddy! I wanna go home!" She said in between tears.

"Your parents are dead." Doc said without hesitation while pointing to a camera in the corner of the store.

"They've seen your face. Your family doesn't exist anymore. Home doesn't exist anymore. So suck it up, and welcome to the war soldier."


Somewhere in Indonesia

2144

In a dimly lit room sat a lone individual who was tied to a metal chair with a bag over his head. A dirty and worn-out white suit was what he wore.

Suddenly the bag was ripped off his head, his face bruised with small cuts littering the skin. His eyes were swollen and red as he looked around frantically.

"Hello Bapak Ahmad, have you re-considered our offer yet?" The robotic voice asked from within the darkness.

"Y-Your offer?! I ALREADY TOLD YOU WHAT I KNOW!" The man yelled out in anger at his kidnappers, hiding in the dark.

"But you haven't told us what we want to know. Where is Jebidiah Christoff?"

"I DON'T KNOW WHO THAT IS YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!"

"That's quite rude of you. Why don't we show you what happens to rude people?"

Before the man could say anything a screen on the wall across from him lit up. Showing the inside of a well-kept and high-class house. His House. And the focus of the screen was two people sitting on a leather couch, watching the news on the tv.

His Beautiful wife and young daughter who just begun to attend college. Both had that soft curly brown hair with eyes like gold.

"W-Wait. Th-THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM!" He yelled into the shadows, his shaky and his face turning pale.

"On the contrary, your refusal has brought them into it."

"I-I… damn it. I don't know anything I haven't told you! Please!"

"... Such a beautiful wife you have Bapak Ahmad. And your daughter is just as beautiful as your wife. It'd be a shame if they were raped."

Ahmad tensed up, his eyes widening and his pupils shrinking. His face was pale and jaw clenched as he looked at the screen in unabated terror.

"No no no no no. I-I-I-I-"

"They'll be raped, tortured, and then murdered. Brutally so might I add? Do you want that?"

"NO! I-I'll tell you everything you need!"

"Good… Where is Jebediah Christoff? You met him once. Many years ago."

The screen changed to show a towering man with silk black hair wearing a fine suit and tie while he chatted with someone at a party. It took Ahmad a second to realize that man was himself.

But he didn't care because his heart dropped at a second realization. He didn't recognize the man.

"I-I… Gi-Give me a second. I-"

"Do you not remember? You two talked for hours. After all, this was the last time he was ever seen."

Then it clicked in his mind. But it was muddled and hard to remember like the memory was surrounded by molasses.

"He… He wrote and drew that comic right? The Nexus Charter?"

"Yes… now, where is he?"

"I-I don't know! This was the only time I've met him. We never talked again after this!" He yelled aloud, telling nothing but the truth.

"... What a shame. But die knowing your family will live."

Ahmad felt something press against the back of his head. He shuddered before closing his eyes, knowing he couldn't stop what was going to happen next.

*BLAM*


"I became insane, with long Intervals of horrible sanity."

H̸͉̲͆͛o̶̝̐͌͜f̶̈́̚ͅṉ̷̠̊ä̶̘̥́͝r̸̘̰͆

Some call me mad.

L̵̬̈́e̴͎͆ṯ̸̅͝͝ ̶͔̦̺͊̌m̶̙͕̣͐̉ẻ̷̢̮ ̵͙̼͌ó̷͖̤̍ṷ̶̦̪̇t̸̥͑͐̃!̵͈͔̗̃

Better mad than sad I say.

L̵̬̈́e̴͎͆ṯ̸̅͝͝ ̶͔̦̺͊̌m̶̙͕̣͐̉ẻ̷̢̮ ̵͙̼͌ó̷͖̤̍ṷ̶̦̪̇t̸̥͑͐̃!̵͈͔̗̃

Some call me green.

S̶̤̳̿́̚t̷̳̞͆̓̾ö̴̢̯́p̴̛̣̰̈́̌ͅ ̴͇̖̒̓t̴̯̯̀h̴̰͝í̴̘͎̓s̵̱̺͎͊͝!̸̨̏

I care not for their insults.

P̶̝̤͙̆̽̇l̶̳͕̻̓͒̓e̵̛͇̊͠a̴̱̽s̸̬̒͆̆e̷̻̒̓̾

Just how they squeal.

D̴̡̲̞͐͂͝ö̴̖́n̴̩͒̈́͛'̷̢͖̎͆t̶͙̽̔ ̶̫͕̈́͝h̶̺͈̍́͝u̵̻̒r̶͇̒͘t̷̝̓ ̴̡̪̳͂̔͆t̴̥̋͌͘h̶͎̞̗̓ë̷̠͙́́m̸̛̳̯͛͝

I love the taste of a newborn.

L̷͖̭͒̈́i̴͇͘š̴̱̭̟́̍ţ̷͔̩͝è̶͓̪͎n̵̦͋̏͐ ̸̠͇͙̈́́̽t̵̼̕͜ỏ̶̬̬̳͌ ̶̦͊͐y̴̤͆͆́ͅo̵͚͕͙̊u̷̱͉͕͆̈́r̷̥̈́s̷͖̜͚̄̾ȩ̵̛͈̅͜l̷̡̆̔f̸̧͍̆ͅ

How sweet and succulent they are.

W̸̞̮̯̏̓̏e̸̛̟ ̴̧̘͇̂ḧ̶̖̼͖́͂͝a̷̧̦̎̅̎͜v̷̘̻͛e̸̢͓̟͊̇ ̵͎͚̱͒t̷͕̹͖̂͝o̶̡̲̪͌ ̵̯͈́e̵͚͎̜̎̿͋n̵͖͒d̸̤͉̓̀̌ ̷͍͑̈́̚t̵̪͛́͗ẖ̶͖̟̀̕ĭ̸̻̱͓s̷̫̊

I love the feel of blood flowing between my teeth.

Y̴͎͑̓̀ͅo̴̟͂͒u̸̜̖̹͂̾'̷͚̥̄ŕ̶̙̂̊e̸̢̬͉̽̆̉ ̴̳̫̯͛͂b̵̢̗̀͝é̶͇̣̲t̸̥͍͖͐t̸̠̭̒̔̕ẽ̸̤̪͜ŗ̵̦̪̍͂ ̴͓̰̘͑̉t̶̢̖̳̓h̴̞̅ą̴̾̉n̶̡̪͕͆̆ ̷̲̊̕t̴̝̋ḣ̵̗̌i̷͈̪͌͌ș̵̦̈̈

SHUT UP

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I'm sorry. I guess the joke's on me. I used to be Normal, can you believe that? Well… not the other guy. Me! Before I got that dandy device shoved into my brain and got a pole through the chest HAHA. But Truth is, I wanted to bring joy to kids, I always did. Now I just wanna torture them! The look on their faces is worth it, it's just so funny. In fact, I could laugh right now!

H̵̢̡̘̲͍̼͖͙͔̠̗̺̼͉͚̭̐͒͒͐́̍̐̽͊̑͘͘͝ͅA̶̡̛͖̫̩̯̙͉̜̞̥̱͔̥̮̰͛̓́̃̔̀̈́͌̈́͐̆͑̄̽̈̇̿̔̑̏̐̍̄͗̎̑͗̊͋̏̍͐͊̈́̅̋̇̾͌͛͘̕̚͜͝͝͝ͅH̸̨̛̛͔̗̤̦̫̩̘̬͓̘̟̰͙̝̲̬̦͚̝̖̩̰̳͂̎̑̇̀̓͂͌̃͛̈́̓̿͐̈́͆͒̾̎͆̍̏̓͂́̏̉̇̑̋̅͊̓̄͆̍̀̕̕͘͘͝͝͝Ä̸̛̝͎̟̘̣̠͍̘͊̎̑͊̔̒̑͑Ḧ̸̢̡̛͍̯̦̥̣͍̹̞̹̼̤̯̯̬̖͉̻̰͎͙̰̳͔͎͛̿̔̊́̈͛̓͊̃͂̐͌̆̿̾̐̂͋̏̒͊̓̃͘̕͜͠Á̶̛̛͎̳̥͔̼̪̼̖̜̙͓̙̲̩̯̲͇͈͈̭̹͇̟̜͚͉͚͙͈̤̤̜̭͕͎͙̮̜̈́̀̀̋́̊̐̀̀͒̒̇̇̒́͗̆̈́̋̂̏̾̈́̃̌̀͋̔́͂͊̾̕̚̕̚͜͜͝H̵̡̧̡̧̪͕̝̞̜͓̣̩̭̲̦͍̼̩̗͈̼̟̪̯͊́͜ͅA̴̘̪͓̪̘̬͇̅͐̇͗̿̿̈́̀̓́͋̇̚͘͘͠͠H̷̢̧̹͖͇̫̯̱̫͙̜̣͇̥̼̙̳̼͖̦̰͎̱͚̜̩͎̭͉͙̺͍̿̈̀̈̍͋̈́̽̀̍̓̀̽̔͊̿̃̄͐̍̿̽͗͒̌̇͜͝͠͝͠ͅĄ̴̨̱̻̞̳̙̰̜͎̙̘̜̘̥̣̻̲̤̭̼͇̼̹̼̞̹̰̻͖̪͖̋̍͂̓̊̈́̍̎̎̈́̅̾̈́́̕͜͠͝Ḩ̸̛̩̙̟͖̂̍̃̔͗͌͒̐̀̉̀̉̄̍̐͛̓͑͗̉̉͂͂͊̈̒̚̕͘͝͝͠͠͠͠͝͝ͅÀ̸̧̛͔̖͍̫͍̗͔̓̂̓͗͗͗͐̈́̎̂͊̔̈́̃͋̋̽̏̍̅̑̅̒͂̅̎̈̌̉̽̅̾̇̿̍̀͆͆̈́̌͌͋͝͠͠H̵̢̡̧̛̛̯͚̹̺̩͙̼͉̜̖̪̘̖̳̲͓͚͈̭̱̥̳̮̋̿̏̏͛̿̎̈̉̾̔̊̄͛̂̀̉̈́͘̕̚͝͝͝Ã̵̧̭̫̩̰͚̳̼͔̦̬̗̣͔͈̰̙͕̝̗̪̫̘͚̤̺̭̙̺̬̯̻̖͂̇́̿̆̈́̄͊̑̌̉̆́͜͜͝͠ͅḨ̸̢̢̦̮̣̥͕̫̼̲̟̬̰̳̲͍̘̜̹̫̜̘̣̺̪͙̺̼͊̊̑̏̄̊̍ͅA̵̢̧̭̱͉̞̦̩̺̰̬̘̤̩̭͚͚̖̺̬̰̦̟̯̹̲̝͉̬̬͕̥̣̩͔̰̲̬͙͕͇͈̼̬͎̳̣͇̓͌̇̊̓̏̏̈́̋͌̽̎̅̏́̉͌̕̚͜͝͠͝H̷̨̧̨̢̨̢̡̡̨̢̛̛̥̯̯̗̭̜͇̲͈̤̺͚̤̭͕̭͉͙̱̻͓̦̱̻͚͎̖̬̩͕̟̤͌̏̎͋̏͊̈́̎́̐̏̍́͗̊̀̃̏̀̃̋́͆̐̔̂̓͊̈́̓̚̚̕͘͜͜͝͠ͅͅA̸̡̧̰̯͔͉̭̗̗̰̼̣͕̖̦̰̬͎̭̤̩̤̙̬̳̱͍̘͈͉͈͍͇̞̪̦̜͆͗̆̑͐̓̒̏̊͂̄̄̈́̌̄͗̒̉̾͌́͗̉̂͆̅̽͛͘͝ͅH̴̛̱̱̹͕̲̪̯̳̭͇̤̹͌͛̉̾̈́̽̓̇̄̋̊̑̓̔̂̅̐́͋̈́̋̾̕̕̕͘͠Å̴̧͓̰̯̫̮̜͙̤̞͚͍͍̻͕͓͕͔͖͍͇͎̓̾̋̄̀̐̈̀͐͋͋́̓̐̊̔̋̕͘͜͜͝H̷̡̢̢͙͇͕͔̙̪͔̖̹̮͔͔̱͓̣̹̥́͗̐͌̽͛̓̈́̾̔̽͒̊͂͋͊͆̃͌̈́̔͌́̈́̀̓̌͒̆͘̕͘͘͘͜͠A̵̧̨̢̨̧̤͖̣̲͈̦̯̝͔̹̻̞͈͎̪̼̟͈̹̝̱͇͇͇͇͈̼̅̈́̉͑̄̋͐̍̐̂̎̿́̚͜͜͠͝H̵̱̹̫͔̯̦͔̬͒͛̒͋̈́̉͛̃̅́͂͒͋̾̂͋̐̃̏͗̄̇̎̊͌͋̈̓͒͌͒͗̕̚͝͝͝͠͠͝Ä̶̧͚̙̮̮̩̠̣̟́͂͆̔́̍̏̔̽͊̓̌͋̑̍̀̌̅̎̃̆̓̉͘͜͝͝͠Ḩ̶̢̼̪̺̖̗̦̪̲͙̥̲̩̪̌̔͑̈́̋͒̓̄͘̚͜ͅͅĄ̵̰͖̗̱̪̺̦͇̤̩̪̟̟͉͖̯̹̱̞̥̞͈̣̲̯̙̙̃̔̎̓͌͛͒̍͊̃̊͒͂͆̒͂̕̚͠ͅH̵̡̛̦̫̏̽̾̈́̔̈́̈̀̌̿͑͒̈́̈̐͗͊̔͐̀̾̈́̊̾̓͒̓̈́͐͗̅͛̀͐̽͐̐̽͊̿̄̄̏̚̚̕͜͝͝͝ͅĄ̴̛̟͖̞̯͈̀̓̈͗́͂̌͆̈́̐̐̈́̈́̑͑̑̍͋̌̂̍̍̊̑̀́͆͊̅̉̔͆͑̅̊͑̾͒̎̓̂͋͌̄̕̚̕͝͝H̸̢͚̳̥̫̭͕͈̯̻̽̓̓́̊̈̈́̄̍͒͊̐̑̇̚͝͠ͅH̴̢̛͚͉̻̰͖̟̤̖̝̥̞̺̦̘͙͚̓͑̈́̍̔̓̊̆̎̈́̐̆̈̍̒̿̉͐̏̒̾̈͒̇̄̀͊͗̉̓̇̈̐̆̅̀̃̕͘̕͘͠͝Ą̶̬͖̻̯͕̯̻́͜͝H̵̢̡̛͖̬͉̪̣̲̦͔̘̜͎͕̦̟̼̩̭̣̲̟̓̀̽̀̓̈̾̏͛̄͠͝A̸̧̡̧̢̢̤̗͚̦̙̺̗̹̹̜̟̯͉͕̝̤̤͚͔̞͈̠̣̩̜͍̪͈͎͙̬̹͙͇͖̩̣̬͔͍͛̄̾̈́͊͐̊͜ͅH̷̛̛͔͚̳̗̻̯̟͓̱̰͇͕͉͚̤̭̹̹͓̼͔̪͆̏̑̀̓̋̇͋̋̈̆͋̅̃̔̃̀̆̂̅͗̽̓͆͋̒͛̈́͑̿̾͋͌́́͒̎́͂͝ͅA̵̢̗͙̣̝̰̣̗̲̺͍̩͚̓̆̂͑̉͒̓́̋̊́̀̐̊̕͜ͅͅḦ̸̢̯̜̝̜̳̝͕̭̩̤͔͉̰̭͎̣̙̼̱̮̻̣̺͓̭͙͖̤̭̻͈̻͓͚̺́́̊̊̉̒͜Ä̶̡̢̛͚̣̻̮̔͗̔̈́͗͗̐̑̂̈́͂̽̒̅̚̕͝Ḧ̸̛̤̱̭͇́̑̈̑̐͒̿̒̅͐̈́̃̐̾͆̍̓̊̈́͐͝͝͝A̴̧̧̢̨̛̛̙͇̘̼̟̩̮̙̺̘̼͖̭̦̹͚̹̫̤̪̦̤̖̯̥̱̬̤̲̙̪̗̙͍̩̻̳̙͓̎͗́̿͗̒̏́̌̄̓̔̅͒̾͐̊̔͋̇̉͊̽̒̒̆́̀̂̒̐̓̚̚͜͝͝ͅḨ̶͚͖̞̲̺̺̼̐̈́͂̒̇̍̾̅̀̅͌̚͝͠A̵̧̧̧̧̙̦̮͈̘͉̟̫͇̞͕͙̥͓͇̣͓̜̫̼̤͇͎̭̻̥͖͂̽͌̀̎̈́͌͊̽̌̑̄̔̈́̄͌̇̅͒̓̂̈͐͊̒͜͝ͅH̷̨̨̢̨̢̡̛͈̥͔͉̯͓̟͙̙̩̫̘̥͎̘̲̮̺͈̼̬̗̭̻̠̭̝̫̺̖̹̩̺̬͔̻̆̓̌̎͂͐̈́̀͐͐̂̀̽̊̆̈́͐̀͋̍͛̀̆̍̔͌͛̽̿͐̽̎͋͌̎̌̀̒̒̋̔͘͘͜͝͝͝͝͝ͅA̴̢̧̛̠̠̜͇̝̭͇̪͍͎̩͈͈͎͔̯͇̰͓̬͉͉̱̝̱̳͙̱̳̞͚̥̠̹͆̿̈́͛̅́̅̾̀̊̆͂̓̎́̋̽̐͊͌̒̂̅̄̂̀̿̽͐̇̀̊̈̾̿́́́̔̍͊̈̏̚͘̚͘͠͝Ḥ̸̨̞͖̼̲͔̳̼̖̘̹̪̲̳̾́̒͝A̴̡̧͇̹̹̠̬̦̅̇̀͒̈̊̈͆̏̈́̈́̉͆͊͛͛͑̋̃̆̐̑̈́̓̇̓̈̀̐̊̕͘͝H̶̢̙̞͓͖͚͌͆́̓̍̑͒̐̀̄́̂̒͗̏͌̔͐͐͆͠͠À̵͎͖͕̰̥̬̲͈̠̲̲̟͇̦̰̰̈̂̎̇͂͊̿̌͑̄͂̿̌̍̌̀̔̇̄̾̍̾̈́̕͘͘͠H̴̨̡̧̨̛̜͎͙͓͈̺̝̩̣̠͎̳̘̱͊͗̐̒͑́̋̀̀̾̿͗͗̊̔̌̎̉͗́͑̂̐̈́͐͌̂̌̈́͘̕͘͝A̵̢̰̦̭̙͙̞̪͚͕̰̺̝͌̽̒̏͐̒͂̉̽͋̈́̆̀̀͝͝͝H̵̛͎̰̮̱̱̜̞̥͚̉̇̓͋̿̑̇̅̓̄̎̋̊̑̓͗̋̃̎̚͝Ȁ̶̡̻̗̹̗̤͉̮̪͔̱̤͖̩̤̈́̓̆̌̉̀͒͐͆̓̚͝͝Ḥ̷̢̨̮̗̰̜̹͇̣̮̲͖͇̠̟͉́͂͗̂͊̓̑̈́̒̕͜ͅA̴̢̨̡̲̼̹͕̟̰͔̲̯̺͔̗̫̼̭̫̥͖͈̲͇̟̻̩̥̥͔͍͕͍̝̜͍̹̹͉̹̠̯͈̘͉̖͍̿̔̓̏̌͋͒̿͛͐͋̋̄̀̇̀̅͊̀̔͑͌̌̈́̋͋̎̀̅͒̃̾̆̿H̴̛̛̝̮̏̿͆̾̐͆̿͗̌̍͋̒͆͋̽̏̇̄̒̈́̔͐͒̿̀̅͊̋͒̓̐͊͌̏̕̕̕̚͘̕̚͝͝͝͠͝A̴̧̛̛̗͊͂̑͛̾͒͊̀͛͊̇̀̎̆̐̂̍͂̀̒͗̂̔͗͋͑͐͛͑̋͑̽̿̋̓̋̈́̽̈́̓̽͋̀͘̚͠͝͠Ḧ̷̢̢̡̧̡̡̛̛̲̟̣̣̖̖̫͕̖͇̮̺͎̫͉̥̠̥̟͈̣̦̩̺̺̣͉͕̥͎̠̭̗͕͚̮̙͈̭̬͉́̈́̋͊̀́̾̄̅͒̽̅̒͗̀̽͆̃̈́̇̂̾͑͑̅̀̋̐̄̋̇̏̽̄̽̆͂͂̀̎̕̚͝͠͝͝͝͝ͅĄ̴̨̧͇̙͇̪̱̞̜͚͕̻̼̼͓̙̬̓̉̑̓̾̂̐̄̓̄̾̌̆̌̊̂̓̓̐̌͐̈̒̇̉̊͑͊͗͗̈́̓͑̾̈́̽̐̽͒̽͛̕̚̕͜͝͠

I wonder how Hank's doing?

I've heard that he's got a…

Oops! Forgot you guys were there! Better not spoil the surprise.


A Conversation.

Yagi pulled on the collar of his dress shirt as he leaned back into the chair, directly across from him was his former sidekick Sir Nighteye who looked at the skeletal man with an appraising eye. Having a hard time ignoring all the posters of himself on the walls.

"All Might. It has come to my attention that you've found a successor and that said successor had 'an incident' a few days ago. What happened?"

"Sasaki I can explain-"

"I'm sure you can. But I want to know why you decided to give One for All to some random child, whom may I remind you just gained their quirk just a few days before you made your decision. Why?"

"... Are you bitter over-"

"No. I want to know why you took such a monumental risk! Taking in some random child and giving him only ten months to train? It's a miracle he didn't explode when he ate that hair."

Yagi just glared at Nighteye for a moment before sighing and rubbing his face tiredly.

"I knew the risks. I know how dangerous it was. I know. My first plan didn't even revolve around giving him One for All in the first place. When I told him that he couldn't be a hero it was for his own good, it killed me inside but it was to save him from an early death."

Nighteye said nothing as he leaned into the chair and waited for Toshinori to continue.

"My first plan was to monitor him, sign him up with a scholarship that could get him into any prestigious school he wanted, and offer him a safe and well-paying job at my Agency, either that or refer Naomasa to him. That was the plan." Yagi took a deep shuddering breath as he held his face in his hands for a moment.

"When he was in a coma, a coma because of me. I felt horrible. And I dug into his background. He's a smart kid… really smart… but terrible things have happened to him. Almost ten years of constant bullying that everyone turned a blind eye to, the staff even had the gall to lie to his mother about it! Hiding the truth from her! And I was just the cherry on top."

"... So you decided then to make him your successor?"

"God no. With how One for All works it would have killed him or it would slowly break his body… this whole plan was spawned when I looked back into history. And it struck me how many of the early heroes were just quirkless vigilantes. But the one that struck me was a woman that made the world's very first suit of power armor. And I thought to myself 'Maybe he can be just like her'."

An intern suddenly walked into the room holding two cups of hot chocolate. Placing both cups on Nighteyes desk before leaving quickly.

"It's just how you like it." Mirai said with a small smile as he grabbed one of the cups, Yagi smiling as he grabbed the other one.

"Thank you." Toshinori took a sip of the beverage and felt the tension leave his body.

"As you were saying." Nighteye asked as he took a sip of the hot cocoa.

"Yes. The new plan was to help Young Midoriya and apologize to him, for wronging him the way I did. And then help him become the first quirkless hero in the modern-day. Like I said he had a sharp mind, no doubt with some nudging in the right direction he could have made technological wonders. But then he got his quirk."

"And it was then you decided to make him your successor."

"Yes, because when I saw him again I was confident he could handle the power of the quirk. He already had the heart of a hero, and he needed guidance. So I stepped in. Put him through a training regimen and instill some heroic values into him. I'm immensely proud of the boy and the man he's growing into. When I first met him, he was a nervous wreck. But now? He has this serene confidence in him. He'd be the best wielder for One for All. Greater than me without a doubt."

"You hold him in that high of a regard then?"

"I do."

"Were you at least prepared for the possibility of One for All and this boy's quirk rejecting each other?"

"I was, But I had no idea it would have gone this badly." Yagi sighed, the guilt of what happened still weighing over him.

"Every user before me had issues with controlling One for All when they first received it, their quirk rejecting the new one. And after a few months, it would be in perfect harmony. But… the reactions were never as severe as what happened to Midoriya-shounen."

"You'd know better than I." Nighteye groaned as he rubbed his temples. "What a mess, we're gonna have to find a way to get around this 'limit' his body placed upon itself."

"Yeah. But that will come later, he's been through enough this year. And I'd rather he not overwork himself. Once he's in his second year we'll start the training to get the two quirks to work together."

"You want to wait that long?"

"He's still a kid, Mirai. And I want him to stay a kid for a little bit longer. Plus not having to worry about pushing his limits every day will do wonders for him." Yagi said with a fond smile as he thought back to his protege.

Nighteye said nothing for a moment before slowly nodding. "Alright… alright. If you believe in him that much I'll support your decision."

"Thank you, Mirai." Yagi replied gratefully as he finished his hot chocolate.

"Yes yes. Now. What about this… Bakugou character?"

"Ah. Him." The taste in All Might's mouth soured for a moment before sighing.

"He's a bully and tormented my protege for almost a decade. I can't let him get into U.A with Young Midoriya and I've already spoken with Nedzu about it. An impressive track record is nothing compared to the darkness of one's heart."

"Mhm. And what did the principal say?"

"That he wanted to talk with Young Midoriya and his mother. Thankfully it wasn't after the incident but the meeting is to take place in a week or so. We've already informed the mother."

Sir Nighteye nodded and rubbed his chin in thought. "That would be for the best. This Katsuki seems like a bad egg. I don't think U.A would want another Endeavour in their hands." Nighteye joked which caused Yagi to chuckle lightly.

"Yeah. One of them is one too many." Yagi joked back before his watch began to beep.

Yagi looked at the device for a moment before smiling and transforming into his All Might form.

"Thanks again for the chat Sasaki-Sama. But I must move swiftly! There is evil afoot!"

"I understand All Might. Go beyond, Plus Ultra." Nighteye replied as All Might gave him a thumbs up and a wide smile before opening a nearby window and jumping out to fight crime and save the day.

Once All Might was gone Nighteye reached into his suit jacket and pulled out an A.C.E unit. The blocky device came alive as he put a number into it.

After a few moments of the unit beeping, the unit suddenly went silent as the call started.

{"Do you still doubt my plan?"} A gruff yet slightly smug voice asked from the other side.

Nighteye rolled his eyes. "While I'm still hesitant. I don't doubt it, not anymore."

{"Good. Izuku will prove himself as a valuable asset against the Employers. For now, monitor activity in Japan. A Soldat shooting up a police station is a cause for concern. S.Q Troops will be stationed across the country ready for action at any moment."}

"I appreciate the extra manpower Doc. But can't you spare some A.A-"

{No. I can't. We'll be in contact soon."} It was the last word as 2BDamned hung up, causing Nighteye to sigh and put the Ace unit back into his coat.

'The things I do to keep people safe.' He shook his head and looked at the various All Might posters on the walls, for once in his life. He was unsure of the future.


SQ Agency: The Status Quo agency was formed for the express purpose of finding anomalies in the world and containing them. To ensure that 'normality' stays in place.

The A.A.A: DOES NOT OFFICIALLY EXIST


Waddup son? Everything's peachy meachy. Hichi dichy. lmao.

Sorry for not posting last month, was dealing with my brain being stupid and college. But now I've got some more free time to pump out chapters for this fic. Let me know what you think in the reviews.

See you giga chads next time. This is Djpj signing off.