Improbability of Deku
"Sorry Ms. Midoriya, but I'm afraid the odds didn't favor your child and there is no possibility of him getting a Quirk at this rate."
"Wh-what? Could you clarify?"
"You see Ms. Midoriya, it is a common practice in Quirk Studies that any individual that is born with a single joint is most likely acquire a superpower. However, your son here acquired a second joint in his foot but isn't showing any symptoms of manifestation which is a sign of bad luck."
"Does that mean he's Quirkless-"
[SUBJECT: 1v02P_6-variation: SCHRODINGER]
"I'm not so sure. We did everything in our power. We checked his blood, his DNA, everything. But no signs. Either he didn't acquire a Quirk out of sheer bad luck or something else is hiding in there that we didn't know-"
"Almost there…"
[COMBAT LVL-SYS: INITIATED_]
My knife spun between my fingers after beating Wave 2. Four grunts appeared from the doors and armed. In close combat, my arms were all bloody from slaughtering them. I should invest more in close combat and strength.
This time, I wouldn't be beaten down so easily. I wasn't hesitant anymore when I killed ten of them. I don't know who I am or even my name, but fighting was my top priority right now.
The cuts and bruises on my chest, they slowly healed as if they were not there. But not flashy enough that would distract me-
[SYS-NEX: ONLINE_]
[SYS-IMPROB: ONLINE_]
Snapped my fingers, blades randomly emerged from the floor and impaled my targets like shish kebob. Raised my palm, a sickly stream of red light lashed out at one of the grunts, slowly dissolved into mere ash by the Nexus's source.
Summoned a sword in my hand, a well-crafted blade that was written in Thai, the improbability I had, it was a useful weapon and its ludicrous likelihood to kill someone by ridiculous chances.
On what I could see, the death toll was high.
[PROGRESS…]
"Congrats Ms. Midoriya, your son acquired a single joint-"
"Probabilities…"
"Dr. Maruta Shiga...subject is ready."
[ERROR…]
"Fuck!"
[SUBJECT BACKUP DATA MEMORIES LOST_]
[SUBJECT EMPATHY LOST_]
[WARNING: CARDIAC ARREST_]
[SKILLS/PERKS/ATTRIBUTES: OVERHAULING_]
"Deimos! The hell you doing? Get the fucking body out of the tube now! MERCs, Nexus Security, and 1337 are on our asses!"
"Dr. Zalmamdar, the subject is ready-"
"Dr. Serluzles, the subject is ready-"
"Dr. Hoff-"
"Dr. Crackpot, the subject is ready-"
"Dr. Christoff, the subject is ready-"
"That's strange? I thought the technicians completely fixed the malware issues yesterday."
"My baby boy! No!"
"How about you do it, Dr. 2B? You know better on this experiential stuff than I do. Worse, I accidentally did something with his brain."
Red liquid ran on the metal floor. Lost count I killed.
"I wonder what they'll have us be doing. Let's be pals!"
What weapon did I use? Claw. Threads. Guns. Improbability. Estimation. Too many.
The Halo.
"Fuck it. Deimos, you deal with security controls. I'll deal with the subject."
[VAT SYSTEM: UNLOCKED_]
[SUBJECT: ONLINE_]
[PLEASE STAND BY…_]
Dropped on the floor. It felt cold. Mind disoriented. The machines around us hummed.
The ground was concrete. Blood on the floor. Yellow and red. Two odd men stood there.
"The hell? Doc, are you seeing this? Is this the test subject we're looking for? He looked no older than eight!" Man in a mask. Looked unhappy. The guy in coat and gear. Looked concerned.
"I don't care. Grab the kid and let's go already!" Let out a tired sigh. Pulled out a cancer stick. Thumb went on fire. Smoked it.
A clear rule I know.
Don't smoke here.
[HUD LOADING…]
[downloading mission briefing…]
[WEAPONS/SHIELDS RECHARGED]