Brick by brick, build a new life.

Brick upon brick, make a new existence.

Brick by brick, brick upon brick, the house, the new home is never finished. It never will be finished, there never will be an end. That doesn't matter, all that is needed to be done is simply build another brick.

Brick by brick. The world unfolds, refolding into all that is and isn't there, twisting and turning until it is unrecognizable. Until it becomes a kaleidoscope of broken down pieces that are no longer there. Not anymore, at least. Eh, not like there is anything you can do about that. Just focus and concentrate on that which is here, the actual existence in which you can change, in which you can create. Provided it's not actually pre existing within canon, of course.

Brick upon brick. Moving on, moving forwards is much easier than is thought. That place never was a home, never was a place that should have been stayed at. Not that anyone was actually ever there, of course. It's the thought that counts, right? The thought that that was a family, hah. What a joke. Not that any of us are any better at the moment. All of us are hiding something from each other, all of us are drifting away because of stupid secrets that must be kept. Goddamn it! Why must these secrets be kept? Why must everyone always drift away?

The house is never finished. But, it's home, isn't it? Even still, we're still family, right? Once this is done and over with, we can go back to being the same friends that we've always been! Right? You know what, they can keep their secrets. Just, please, can we not hate each other for it? We can all remain family, you know.

[Zeno]; Can you all kindly stop fighting? Observer, Schrodinger is not going to tell you what she knows just because you refuse to stop pestering her about it. Schrodinger, Observer is not going to stop worrying about this until he understands how to fix it. Got it?

[Schrodinger]; Yes, mom. I swear, you need a snickers bar, Observer. You're not you when you're hungry.

[Observer]; Schrodinger.

[Schrodinger]; What? I'm not wrong. You're being all pissy and refuse to leave me alone. Now, take the snickers bar and STFU.

[Zeno]; If I have to meditate on another one of these, I am going to die.

[Sorites]; But moOoOm, who else can get everyone to stop?

[Zeno]; Bhartrhari can.

[Sorites]; Ah, yess. The resident legal adult. Definitely not questionable at all.

[Bhartrhari]; I am a "totally responsible legal adult"

[Observer]; And what does that mean?

[Sorites]; Be gay, do crimes.

[Bhartrhari]; Be gay, do crimes. That.

[Zeno]; Didn't you say you have a wife and a kid?

[Bhartrhari]; ... yes.

[Sorites]; Spill the tea, sis.

[Bhartrhari]; There is no lie. I have a wife and a child that I love very much. Yes.

[Schrodinger]; That sounds more suspicious than what I've been roped into.

[Observer]; And what is it, exactly, that you have been roped into? Is that why you're in chains, huh?

[Schrodinger] That's for me to know and you to find out, bub.

[Zeno]; With the - no, Hizashi especially would be the one who would be behind it all. You all will kill me one day.

[Sorites]; Bold of you to assume we're not going to die first.

[Schrodinger]; Bold of you to assume we can die.

[Zeno]; Observer, you can come back now. We all know your incoherent screaming is finished by now.

[Observer]; I- I- ahhjhhhjdsojsjejlscjk! I'm not finished here!

[Schodinger]; So, how's everyone doing?

[Sorites]; Come back! It's super boring now that I can't meme with anyone on the job! You know who else wants you back here?

[Schrodinger]; Who?

[Sorites]; Your Mom!

[Zeno]; That one doesn't even make any sense. Also, while things are progressing on my end, my dad is trying to get me more involved with the "family business". Ugh. I'm not joining the Police.

[Schrodinger]; Your family owns the police?

[Zeno]; No. My family has worked in the Police for generations.

[Schrodinger]; Ah. Okie. So… how is everything going?

[Zeno]; That's something you should be asking yourself.

Getting home, to the house that I live in with my family, I put down my bag and collapse onto the bed. I hear mom calling my brother from downstairs, yelling at him to come and clean up his mess. It's not my problem, but still I think. Ahh, what a pain this whole thing has become. I wonder what mess Schrodinger has made, I wonder if we've messed up before we've even gotten a chance to start. To build something new underneath canon.

Ah, canon. From what I remember, what we remember, not much was actually mentioned about the world outside of Japan. I remember America being mentioned as being quite similar to things back there, so surely not much has changed, right? I'm sure that if things have deviated too far from home, one of the others would have mentioned it. What a shame that I'm stuck here in Japan, where we can't really change much of anything. Eh, better to keep things as we know it than go completely off course and have almost no clue what happens next. I swear, I'd rather have Observer tell us when it's gone completely off course so that we can just remove these restrictions.

Better to know when uncertainty hits than not to know and only hope that we're still on course. Goddamnit, Observer! This train of thought is killing me, and you can't even say whether or not Schodinger has knocked us off course or not?

I need to calm down. Pulling out my phone, I open it up to scroll through it and just relax. Relax into the constant stream of heroics, of business I won't take part in but gives me comfort. Heh, they're still wondering where All Might is. Guess he still hasn't announced that he's elsewhere "on vacation". Kek, if only they knew. Chuckling, I break out into a laughing fit. There's just something about knowing things that nobody else does that gives me comfort. Ehh, the world will know eventually. I think they'll end up knowing eventually, anyways...

I just want to be sure about this...

To be sure about everything. But that's impossible anyways.

Although, we're all an impossibility that never existed in canon. I guess, no, I know that we'll do the impossible - change the unchangable without anyone ever knowing that it changed in the first place. Sounds like a paradox, but that's what we're named for, right?

I know we'll figure this out.