Author's Notes: Well, this is an idea I've wanted to explore for a while. I don't know how much this will diverge from cannon, but we'll see. I hope you all enjoy it!


Alex groaned in pain as his body finished reforming after having been reduced to a puddle by the nuclear explosion. That hurt a lot. Still, at least it was all finally over now.

Looking around he found himself standing in the middle of an alleyway he didn't recognize, which was strange. With how many people he consumed, he knew every inch of New York city like the back of his hand let alone Manhattan. "Where the fuck am I…?" he muttered in confusion.

He began walking to leave the alleyway when he felt someone grab him rather aggressively by the shoulder. With an annoyed sigh Alex turned to face his mugger as he immediately assumed that was what was happening here. It was some fairly muscular thug wearing sunglasses and a black bandana over their mouth, rather par for the course really. However, Alex was a bit caught off guard by the huge metal spikes sticking out of the guy's arms and fists. Immediately assuming the mugger was an escaped Blackwatch or Gentek experiment, Alex immediately grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up into the air, much to the mugger's surprise.

"So… Which Blackwatch facility did you break out of?" Alex asked in a somewhat casual, somewhat threatening tone.

"W-what…? I-I don't… speak… en-english…! Can't… Can't… breathe…!" The mugger struggled in Japanese.

Alex quirked an eyebrow at the mugger and repeated in perfect Japanese, "I said, what Blackwatch facility did you break out of? I mean, what with those spikes on your arms you have to be some sort of escaped Gentek test subject right?"

"What…? Don't know… what you… you're… talking… about! Please…! Can't… breath…! Killing… me!" The mugger begged, sounding panicked and genuinely confused.

Alex scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Begging for your life? Really? Weren't you the one who was about to try and mug me just a moment ago? Fucking pathetic. Fine, if you're not going to cooperate then I'll just consume you and take the memories straight from your brain. Granted, I would have done that anyways but still."

The mugger started punching Alex desperately trying to break free. Alex just let this happen for a few seconds, slightly amused by just how pathetic this was. It was like a tiny mouse trying to scratch a bear, not having even the faintest idea just how unbelievably outclassed it was. Finally Alex decided to take a bit of pity on the idiot and punched a hole straight through the mugger's stomach and immediately proceeded to consume him. Alex watched the sudden influx of memories in hopes of potentially finding the location of a Blackwatch base for him to destroy. However, what he saw wasn't the memories of a Gentek test subject. They were the memories of a common thug.

The year was 2148. In 2014 a child who had the ability to glow was born somewhere in China. That was the first recorded instance of the phenomena known as "quirks" which were for all intents and purposes super powers which had a tendency to completely defy the laws of physics and biology, much to Alex's annoyance. Now 80% of the population has quirks. To absolutely no one with even a fraction of a brain's surprise, at some point people started using their superpowers to commit crimes. However, and this actually was surprising, what were effectively super heroes started appearing to combat these super villains. It was like something out of those cheesy as fuck comic books or movies that quite a few people Alex had consumed used to enjoy reading or watching. Oh and judging by the guy Alex had just consumed it appeared that Alex had the ability to gain anyone's quirks just by consuming a bit of their D.N.A. Not that this thug's quirk was particularly useful to him considering he could already make metallic spikes sprout out of his arms and fists if he really wanted to, but still it was good to know.

Upon leaving the mugger's memories, Alex immediately began cursing furiously. Not only was he 139 years in the future but he was trapped in some god awful comic book world in the middle of Japan, of all places! Hell, there was no way in hell that he was even in the same universe anymore, because superpowers weren't a fucking thing! Yes, he fully realized how hypocritical that sounded and it was physically impossible for him to give any less of a shit then he currently did. His abilities were not superpowers. His abilities were purely biological and completely scientific phenomena caused by the Blacklight retrovirus and he would fucking murder anyone who dared try to claim otherwise! He didn't give a shit even if according to the laws of gravity and conservation of matter and energy that he should have turned into a black hole or started sinking through the Earth's crust but somehow hadn't, despite being able to consume hundreds of people and store all of their biomass in an area the size and shape of his base form!

Regardless, what the fuck was he supposed to do now?! Dana was either long dead or more likely had never even existed in the first place, Blackwatch and Gentek probably didn't exist, he had no way back to his own universe — yes, he was going to keep calling this place an alternate universe until he found absolutely undeniable proof to the contrary because the scientist part of him outright refused to believe that fucking super powers were anything but a strict physical impossibility in his original universe —, and he was in the middle of fucking Japan, of all places!

Alex was about to kick a nearby dumpster in rage when out of the corner of his eye he noticed some kid with purple balls on his head staring at him in abject terror, seemingly too afraid to move and having even pissed himself judging by the wet stain on the crotch of his pants. Alex didn't even need to ask to know that the kid had seen too much. He just fucking got to this world, he did not need a criminal record for murder already damn it!

Alex dashed over to the kid and grabbed him by the throat as well to prevent him from screaming for help. "Sorry about this, kid, but you've seen wayyy too much for me to just let you go. If it's any consolation, I feel really bad about this. However, I just got here and I can't afford to have a criminal record this soon." Alex then proceeded to break the kid's neck and consume him.

He was curious what sort of quirk he gained from consuming the kid, but unfortunately the kid's quirk was boring as shit. He grew balls on his head that he could rip off, would grow back almost instantly, and were really sticky to everything except him. Alex decided to discard almost everything about the pathetic quirk except the adhesive that the balls were covered in which was significantly stronger than the adhesive he had gained the ability to produce from the various spiders he had consumed.

Walking through the city, Alex considered what he was going to do with himself in this new world. While he wasn't considered the most infamous bioterrorist in the history of the world in this place he still had no I.D., no birth certificate, no records of any kind whatsoever. For all intents and purposes he didn't even exist as far as this world and its governments were concerned. While he would have been fine with that in his world where he was considered a bioterrorist, here it would just be inconvenient as hell.

So he would need to sneak his way into a few places, likely using other people's faces, and create a whole slew of perfectly made records and documentation for himself that would look in no way suspicious to anyone who ever decided to investigate him for whatever reason. That was going to be such a pain in the ass… He was also going to need to get some money somehow. Fortunately, the memories of the thug he had consumed suggested a potential solution to his money problem at the very least.

The thug worked with a gang of drug dealers and human traffickers who worked out of an abandoned warehouse near the slums. Alex could go there, kill the entire gang, free the people the gang kidnapped, and steal all the money the gang had. An easy enough job from his perspective. Compared to destroying a Blackwatch base, this would be child's play. Especially since none of the members of the gang had quirks that could even remotely scratch him if he didn't want them to let alone actually hurt him and none of them used any real weapons, like a bunch of fucking morons.

Seriously, it was 2148 and these dumb asses didn't even bother to buy a 3D metal printer to make guns, bullets, and casings for them despite having millions of yen from the drug trade and human trafficking? Yeah, of course they'd still have to make the fucking primer and smokeless powder for the bullets entirely on their own but a quick internet search or trip to a library could not only tell them exactly how to do that but tell them how to do it safely too! Alex himself didn't even need guns and even he would still use them whenever he could get his hands on them because why the fuck wouldn't he? Guns were damn good weapons and you didn't always need to fucking eviscerate someone with enough force to cut a god damn tank in half in order to kill them! He shook his head in exasperation. Truly, there was no cure for stupidity.

Alex headed straight for the warehouse. When he got there he climbed straight up the side of a building onto the roof and waited until it was dark and he saw people pushing large wooden crates inside the warehouse, likely dropping off more people they kidnapped. Deciding to keep his identity and abilities a secret so no one could pin anything on him later when there would inevitably be an investigation into the horrific brutal murders of these gang members, Alex morphed into a random Blackwatch soldier he had consumed a while back and decided to only use his normal super strength to rip them apart rather then display his ability to morph his body into weapons.

Jumping off the side of the building he was on and landing on the ground so hard the concrete under his feet cracked and formed a miniature crater due to his immense weight. Cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders, Alex proceeded to stalk towards the warehouse as a hungry predator stalks towards its prey. Walking up to the massive metal door, Alex punched a hole straight through it and proceeded to rip his way inside as if it were made of nothing but paper.

"What the hell?!" One of the gang members exclaimed.

"Who the fuck is that?!" Another shouted.

"Some goddamn hero or something, who gives a shit?! Get him you dumbasses, or this whole operation is fucked!" The one who was clearly the leader ordered furiously.

Hearing that Alex couldn't help but laugh. It started off as a chuckle but quickly turned into a full on hysterical laughter that echoed throughout the warehouse.

"The fuck's so funny, asshole?!" One of the burlier looking thugs demanded, marching up to Alex with a wooden baseball bat full of sharpened nails in hand.

As soon as he got close enough Alex proceeded to grab him, rip his arm off, steal his baseball bat from his missing arm, and hit him with it so hard the nails tore his stomach open and damn near ripped him completely in half. "Me? A hero?! HAHAHAHAHA! Damn, that's the funniest shit I've ever heard! Look, you sick fucks, I am a lot of things. A killer, a terrorist, a monster… But if there's one thing I'm not, it's a hero. I'm not going to go easy on you. I'm not going to let any of you escape. I'm not going to arrest any of you. I am going to kill you all. You can try to fight, you can cry, scream, beg, pray to whatever god or gods you believe in, or whatever else I don't give a shit, but no matter what you do each and every last one of you is going to die tonight." Alex stated in a cold sadistic tone feeling a bit dramatic at the moment after having spent the past few hours sitting on a roof in complete and utter boredom while waiting for it to get dark outside waiting for all the gang members to show up.

"The fuck are you idiots waiting for?! Get your asses in gear and kill this fucking psycho!" The boss ordered, clearly unsettled by Alex's little speech.

Thus the warehouse turned into a charnel house as Alex became a veritable whirlwind of death, destruction, blood, and gore as he ripped the gang members apart with his stolen baseball bat and his bare hands. One of the gang members tried to run, only to get his spine broken and his torso impaled when Alex threw the spiked baseball bat at him. The entire "fight", if it could even be called that, was almost hilariously one sided. The gang didn't stand a chance. The boss was the last one left and Alex ripped him in half with a kick.

He considered consuming all of the gang members but quickly thought better of it when he remembered the terrified civilians watching him from inside their cages. With a bit of a disappointed sigh over the fact he wouldn't be having his dinner tonight Alex proceeded to rip the cages and wooden crates open, freeing the people who the gang had kidnapped, the vast majority of which were women and children for reasons that were blindingly obvious though there were a handful of men as well. All of them were staring at him in abject terror, not moving from their now opened prisons as if doing so might potentially draw his wrath.

Alex groaned in annoyance and rested his bloody gas masked face in his blood covered palm. "All of you do realize you're free to go right? I killed the gang members because they were all rapists, murderers, pedophiles, and human traffickers. Sorry you all had to see that and for the mess as well as the years of therapy all of you are probably going to need after all this, but you're all free to go. Wait, actually, hold on a sec." He told them all before reaching into the boss's pocket and pulling out his cellphone. He then walked over to one of the terrified women and handed it to her. She looked at him for a couple seconds before hesitantly taking the phone. "You can use that to call the police and the paramedics in case any of you need to go to the hospital. Anyways, I don't recommend you all stay here much longer. Partially because of the corpses and partially because I'm going to be burning this place down in a few minutes."

The terrified and likely traumatized people slowly began coming out of their cages and crates, still uncertain if they should really trust Alex. However, when he didn't move or do anything to stop them, they slowly started gaining confidence. Several thanked him before running out of the warehouse, one by one. At one point a little girl walked up to him rather timidly. "You should really go with the others. The adults will keep you safe until the police can get here and bring you back to your parents." Alex told her in a calm tone, trying not to scare her any more than he already had.

Without warning she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. "Thank you… Earlier you said you weren't a hero and called yourself a monster… but… monsters only hurt people… Heroes are the ones who save people, and you saved us… so… Y-you are a hero, even if you don't think you are… When I grow up I want to be a hero and save people too, just like you!" She told him with tears streaming down her face.

With a sigh Alex gently pried the girl off of him and kneeled down in front of her. "No. I'm not a hero. Heroes don't do… this." He motioned to the carnage strewn throughout the warehouse. "Whatever you do, please don't try to be like me. Unlike All Might and the other pro heroes, I am not a good role model or someone to even remotely look up to. I'm nothing but a monster with a larger body count than probably anyone else in the entire world, and that is by no means an exaggeration. While you will never hear of any of them, I have personally killed thousands of people. No, if you really want to help people when you grow up then go to school, earn your hero license, and become a pro hero. Or failing that, join the police and help people that way. Do it right. Don't become a monster like me."

With that he messed up the little girl's hair slightly and said, "Now, get going. Follow the rest of them and stick with the adults in the group until the police arrive. Oh and good luck in becoming a pro hero when you're older if that really is your goal."

The little girl nodded at him with a determined look in her eyes before turning and running after the rest of the group.

After the last few people were out of the warehouse Alex looked down at the boss's corpse. While he couldn't risk consuming it with so many potential witnesses nearby, he still needed to know where the fucker kept the money. So he settled for a bit of a compromise. Grabbing the bastard's head with one hand, Alex jammed his index finger through the boss's eye socket and into his skull. He then proceeded to morph the tip of his index finger into tendrils and consumed the son of a bitch's brain. Watching the sudden influx of memories, Alex learned exactly where the bastard stashed all the money the gang made off drugs and human trafficking. He then proceeded to crush the bastard's skull to paste in order to leave no evidence of what he did if they managed to find enough of him to conduct an autopsy after the Warehouse burnt down.

Walking to a small room in the very back of the warehouse, Alex found a relatively well hidden trap door in the floor. Ripping the reinforced metal door open Alex found what he rapidly counted out to be a total of 54,842,500 yen, or 500,000 dollars if one converted it all into U.S. currency. That alone would be more than enough for him to live off of for quite some time. Especially since he didn't exactly need nearly as much to survive as a normal human. Creating a large backpack out of his biomass, Alex rapidly stuffed all the money inside. He then proceeded to put the backpack on and leave the room.

Quickly finding the generator that supplied the entire warehouse with power, Alex severed the fuel line and punctured the gas tank before morphing one of his fingers into a claw and striking the ground to create some sparks. As the gasoline finally caught fire and started burning, Alex proceeded to start running out of the building. The generator exploded behind him as he finally reached the exit. Once he was finally outside Alex then turned and saw the Warehouse starting to burn, with no small amount of satisfaction.

Hearing sirens off in the distance with his enhanced senses, Alex estimated it would take the police, ambulance, and fire department about fifteen to twenty minutes to arrive in total. He also estimated that several pro heroes would be arriving in half that time. As such he took that as his que to leave. With a slight parting wave to the almost guaranteed to be traumatized people he saved, Alex turned and bolted away from the scene as fast as he possibly could, not wanting to have to fight pro heroes if he could avoid it as he didn't want to have to kill them if he didn't have to. And he would kill them if he was forced to fight them.

He was fully confident in his abilities to kill even All Might and Endeavor if he was forced to fight them. It wouldn't be easy, of course. He would have an especially tough time with Endeavor due to his fire powers, and if he had to fight both of them at once he was absolutely fucked. That was, at least, in a straight brawl assuming he didn't use any dirty underhanded tricks. However, who in the fuck said he had to fight fair? He could easily release an airborne variant of the pure strain of the Blacklight virus which would kill both of them in a matter of seconds. Though using such a tactic would also come with the risk of killing everyone within the radius of a few city blocks; not that he really cared of course. If he was ever forced to fight pro heroes then he was going to fight to win, civilian casualties be damned.

As he ran, jumped, and glided through the city away from the burning warehouse, however, he couldn't help but think back to that little girl that had hugged him and what she said. It had felt… nice being called a hero for once rather than being called a freak, a terrorist, a murderer, or a monster. Well… He was in a new world now so what was stopping him from turning over a new leaf and becoming a pro hero? With his abilities he could easily climb through the ranks and become the No. 2 Pro Hero after All Might.

While, yes, he was indeed far more powerful than All Might by far, the Hero Rankings were also a bit of a popularity contest. So while he had more than enough power he just didn't have the same ungodly charisma as All Might. So, assuming he did go Pro, while he knew he could beat Endeavor with both hands tied behind his back, he had absolutely no delusions of ever being able to surpass All Might and take his spot as the No. 1 Pro Hero. He just didn't have the personality to become as popular or iconic as the "symbol of peace" himself.

Either way, he'd have crowds of adoring fans instead of armies trying to kill him. He'd be able to actually save people instead of slaughtering hordes of infected and counting thousands of civilian casualties as acceptable losses. He'd be rich. He'd be famous. He'd be on the right side of the law for once! And best of all, he wouldn't have to deal with any shady as fuck government and corporate organizations dealing with world ending bioweapons and virus based eldritch abominations like Elizabeth Greene, Pariah, or himself! He wouldn't even have to hide everything about his abilities!

He chuckled to himself and shook his head. It was a fun pipe dream but that's all it was, a pipe dream. First, he was and always would be better suited to being a monster, since that's exactly what he was. Sure, he could dress up in a dumbass spandex costume and go around fighting super villains, but he would always be a monster trying to pretend it was a superhero. One simply had to look at what he did in that warehouse just a few minutes ago to see his true nature. Other than that though, there was simply no point in even trying since he was too old to attend any of the major hero schools. Sure, technically there were hero schools for adults too, but what school a hero attended actually mattered quite a bit in how popular they would become and those that attended hero schools for adults never became particularly popular or well known.

Yeah, he could steal a strand of hair or something from a teacher at U.A. High School, sneak in wearing their face, and falsify some records or something but the problem was that none of the teachers would have any idea who the fuck he was and he would have never shown up at any of the U.A. sports festivals which were broadcast all over T.V. throughout the country. Now, if he was almost literally anyone else, that in and of itself would have been fine since he could simply claim he hadn't made it into the actual hero courses or something and none of the teachers ever really noticed him since he had simply blended into the background. However he wasn't someone else and his abilities meant that not only would he have been placed in the hero courses but he would stick out like an active lighthouse on a calm clear night even in the hero courses, especially in the hero courses. So that excuse of blending into the background really wouldn't work in his case. Thus the fact he snuck into the school wearing one of the teacher's faces after consuming a strand of their hair or something and falsified his records and hero I.D. would probably be found out in a matter of days. Not months, not weeks, but days.

Then he had an idea. Maybe he couldn't falsify his student records at U.A. but that didn't matter in the least if he was an actual student. All he would have to do was falsify his student records at another school and say he was never noticed since he never really displayed his quirk in public nor did he tell anyone about how it functioned as he didn't want to scare anyone. Then he could apply to U.A. He was going to have to falsify birth records and documents to make himself a citizen anyways. So this honestly wasn't much of a stretch. And he could use his hivemind to control multiple bodies, so he could even pretend to be his own parents.

Alex sighed and shook his head. He supposed he didn't really have anything better to do. After Manhattan, he was sort of sick of killing people. Saving people like he did just a bit ago, minus all the slaughter, would be a nice change of pace. "Fine… I guess I'm gonna be a fucking superhero." He muttered to himself.

Jumping down off the building he was standing on, he morphed back into his base form. For now, he was going to have to find somewhere to lay low until morning. Then he could start working to gather everything he was going to need.