Chapter 1: In Which Shit Happens, Because Life's a Bitch.

Partiality edited by therealevanSG (he pointed out plot holes)

Rinokill: Brief warning, there are some dark themes in this chapter.

Thunder boomed outside as rain poured down from the heavens like candy does from a piñata at a six year old's birthday party. The moon outside was hidden in the clouds. Only a few of its silver rays pierced the grey blanket that currently wrapped the night sky.

I sat in front of an old box TV with a small antenna rising from its back, watching a news network simply called 'The Heroic News'—real creative work, there, fellas! That took you, what... like, an hour for your boardroom's three collective brain cells to come up with that? The quiet hum of an banged-up portable electric generator, hooked up to several discarded car batteries, could only just be heard in the background due to the noise from the TV. An ancient, multi-outlet power strip extension cord (a mouth full, I know) connected with the generator, and several other extension cords had been plugged into the power strip. One led to a busted up, but still operable mini fridge. Another led to a microwave. The final led to a charger for a really good phone, which I found in a dumpster a week ago; I guessed some snobby rich kid had thrown it away because he'd dropped it, cracking the screen. I couldn't use the Internet or anything, since it no longer received data, but at least some fun games were still saved on it. The last cord lead to the TV I was currently watching.

Being homeless is hard. And I mean really hard. Like, so hard it could give Kirishima's Quirk a run for its money. It took me eight days of constant scouring to find the abandoned warehouse that I now resided in, and a three full months of scrounging through ratty junkyards and dumpsters to find all the crap I now had. Food and water were near impossible to get, but considering I never got hungry or thirsty anymore, they weren't really a priority. Just as a very small luxury, however, I still somehow retained my sense of taste, which is why I was thankful to the ignorant fools that threw out a perfectly good bag of salt and vinegar chips (it was only a few days past its expiration date). Morons apparently didn't know that the company that made said bag of chips put the expiration date there so their consumers could enjoy their chips at maximum 'snack-a-tude'. Frickin' idiots. Oh well. Their loss, my gain of delicious chips.

News was boring as all hell though. Same boring stuff: All Might being a badass and kicking butt, with a bunch of other minor heroes being ignored even though they did just as much work as him. I mean, I know he's popular and shit, but shine some spotlight on the little guys, for fuck's sake. They did it sometimes, but 95% of the time it was All Might. The other five percent was taken up by one of the other top twenty heroes, or some upcoming hero that would be popular for a bit, fade out into obscurity and then be replaced by some other newbie the next week. AND I WAS GETTING TIRED OF FIVE MONTHS OF THE SAME SHIT OVER AND OVER AGAIN! Then again... I only get this one channel, so hopefully it's just this one news network that does this crap.

I rolled my eyes before shutting off the TV. I needed to conserve power, anyway. I had no idea how long those car batteries I had would last, and I'd probably have to go visit the nearby junkyard again sometime soon.

Still, it was roughly midnight now, and I needed sleep.

I lied down and pulled up my rag blanket. I may be made of sludge now, but I still get cold, which always sucked. My cardboard bed was all I needed, as being made of a liquid-like biomass meant just about anything mildly warm became comfy to sleep on. Lying down on my dinky 'bed,' I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. Within minutes, my mind drifted off into nothingness.

"Subject successfully retrieved."

"No point in wasting time."

"Not good enough." ZAAAAP! "̶

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"Like the new you?"

"Killing machine."

"STOP DISOBEYING ME, PET!" ZAAAAP! "͠͞

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"DIDN'T THINK YOU COULD ESCAPE THAT EASILY, DID YOU?"

"Game over."

My eyes snapped open. I quickly sat up, panting. My entire body rigid with fear, I took a few moments to gather myself. After doing so, I growled; five months later, and I still had these blasted nightmares about that hell hole. I wasn't even scared of the memories—I could sit down and think about them any other time of day and be fine. There were sometimes huge bursts of anger, but I was fine. Whenever I slept, though... nightmares all around, everybody! Two for one sale, all day, every day! I heaved an exasperated sigh. I was tired of this crap.

I sank back into my cardboard bed and closed my eyes. As with every time I had those nightmares, though, I wasn't able to get back to sleep. I stretched out one of my slimy arms and grabbed my phone. I turned it on and saw that it was four in the morning. Hrmf... four hours of sleep. More than usual.

I sighed and stood up from my bed, briefly noting that the storm from earlier had stopped. I walked over to the railing and looked down on the warehouse below. I had made the upper walkway of the abandoned warehouse my living quarters; the lower facility, however, I'd transformed into my training grounds. Over the last five months, I'd spent any time not watching TV or sorting through dumpsters on training my ass off to find the limits and applications of my Quirk. The floor had more dents and gashes then Ibiki Morino's skull. One of the metal support beams near the middle of the warehouse had many fist-shaped dents in it, as I had made it my punching bag. Several large scraps of metal stuck out of the ground, each of them sporting their own set of dents and scraps. An ancient car, rusted beyond repair, sat broken in the corner of the floor.

Speaking of training with my Quirk. I can make more eyes! That's right, I could make as many steel blue, jagged little peep holes as I wanted. But it was disorienting as hell! Trust me, seeing in 360 degrees was not fun at all. I suffered through three weeks of hellish migraines in order to get used to seeing with more than two eyes, and at the moment, I could make up to a mere four, including the ones on my head, and only receive a minor headache. Yay, me. Still was useful, as having literal eyes in the back of my head helped me stay out of sight and out of trouble.

I sighed again before resting my head on the railing, letting my body sag to the floor. Another boring night, just as expe—! I thought to myself, but to my surprise, I was interrupted by the door of the warehouse swinging open. Several figures came rushing in before slamming it shut. I did a quick head count before jumping up to the rafters, where I stood above the five intruders. I strained my ears to listen in on their conversation.

"Alright we got about five minutes before she shows up," ordered who I assumed was their leader. "Get ready, everyone." He had slicked back, spiky orange hair, standard thug gear, and two metal rods with a few bits of wire coils around them sticking out of his back. Small sparks emanated from the rods every once in a while. I flinched at the first few before I managed to calm myself.

"A-are you sure this is a good idea?" another whispered fearfully, his head darting around the area looking for anyone else. "I mean, she's a pro." This one had a physical-type Quirk that made him look like a humanoid dragon with solid, dark green scales. He sported a black hoodie and black pants with a tail coming out. His head reminded me of Tohru's dragon form from Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid, just without the horns.

"Of course it is," sneered a third. This one stood at an easy eight feet tall, was pretty ripped, and wore an even more stereotypical thug outfit. Unfortunately for him, however, he had about as much hair as a mirror. A bunch of thick metal wire lay strapped to his back. "That slut has the audacity to go around with those clothes on... might as well make sure she actually does the job those clothes imply." With an arrogant smirk, he slipped on a gas mask. The others quickly followed suit.

"What the hell happened here?" a somewhat average-looking guy asked as he surveyed the damaged warehouse. Standard thug gear—a gun and a knife—hung off his belt in a holster and sheath respectively. All in all, if it wasn't for the fact that he had cracks running through his skin, he'd have looked like a normal human.

"Probably some kid training to be a hero," the only completely normal one of the bunch, who was also carrying a gun/knife combo, chuckled, well… that was almost right. While I did train my Quirk here, I had no desire to become a hero. Not only because the fact that if I did, it would paint a giant target on my back for All For One, like, "I'M OVER HERE, PLEASE COME KILL ME!" but also because I'm an amorphous purple sludge monster! Not exactly the friendliest of faces. So, nah, that's a no-go for the hero course.

"Doesn't matter, anyway," said the orange haired leader. "We need to focus. The whore'll be coming in any second now."

The five thugs formed a circle, each of them staring nervously at the windows and entrance. The normal Villain unclipped his gun, loaded it, and pointed it at the door. Suddenly, one of the side windows broke open, and the sound of high heels hitting the ground. A pink mist filled the room, and the 'R-Rated Hero' Midnight stood up, clawing out several small tears from her suit. Luckily, I didn't need to breathe anymore, so her Quirk didn't really do jack to me.

"Now, now boys," she said sultrily, a sadistic gleam in her eyes. She rolled her whip in her hands suggestively in a manner that made me shiver, but not in a good way. "Don't think you can get away from your punishment."

Not wasting any time, the one with the cracked skin slammed one of his hands onto the floor, causing it to break and become uneven, spreading out within about a thirty foot radius. Midnight rushed forward, the uneven floor not slowing her down in the slightest. At least, I think it didn't slow her down. They never really talked about Midnight on The Heroic News, so I didn't know her normal stats, probably because she was a 'bit' risqué for the kids that lose all of their brain cells watching the crap station. The average guy took aim with his gun and was just about to pull the trigger when the scantily clad woman lashed out with her whip, destroying the air vent on his gas mask. Almost immediately, the thug crumpled to the floor with a content smile.

"FUCKING HELL!" yelled the orange-haired thug, anger flowing off of him in waves.

The leader shoved his hands forward, sending two small arcs of lightning at Midnight, again causing me to flinch a little. Midnight dodged the lightning with ease by flipping in the air. She lashed out with her whip again, the orange haired thug barely dodging it as he leaped backwards. The muscle head and the dragon-man then charged forth. The baldy punched downwards, while Miss Koboyashi's Dragon Villain swiped at Midnight with his claws. The scantily clad woman, however, just jumped out of the way daintily. The bald thug's fist broke the floor while the dragon-man's claw only managed to hit air. As Midnight's feet hit the ground, she immediately went ham, styling all over the floor, dodging the bullets that the cracked skin dude was sending her way. It was like watching a less nude Bayonetta.

Joining his cracked skin comrade, Voltrage (the apparent leader's new nickname that I'd gifted him) began to launch small bolts of lightning at Midnight. However, she just continued to dodge them fearlessly. After his partner ran out of bullets, Midnight rushed Crackhead (i trust you have a minimum of two brain cells, put 'em together), still dodging the small bolts of lightning that Voltrage was blasting at her. As soon as the bullet-less gunner was in range, she lashed out with her whip once more and managed to break the glass visor on Crackheads gas mask. Her Quirk finally took effect on him and sent him into dreamland. Hopefully Kirby would be able to give him some good company.

Voltrage seemed to finally run out of juice, his body sagging downwards but remaining standing. Midnight ran forward, moving to strike the orange-haired thug with her whip. However, Macho Man (go ahead, guess) leaped in front of him. His thick arms crossed over his face to protect his gas mask. She landed a few blows on the muscular man before she had to dodge a few slashes from the dragon-man. …Wow, coming up with a name for him was hard.

Soon Macho Man joined forces with his scaled comrade, and they began to tag-team Midnight in hopes of landing a blow. Meanwhile, Midnight threw provocative taunts at them. Eventually, Macho Man noticed the busted up car. He hustled over to it and lifted it up with surprising ease, then chucked it at Midnight like a kid throwing a baseball. She, of course, just jumped in the air gracefully to dodge, and then was immediately hit by two large bolts of lightning.

"Ha, the whore fell for it!" the recovered Voltrage gloated.

Before Midnight could even hit the ground, Macho Man was already over her, tying her up with the thick wire he had on his back. And yet, Midnight still wasn't really out of the game; she lashed out with kicks aimed at Macho Man's face, groin and stomach. Sadly, due to his impressive buffness, those strikes didn't really do much to him. After a few minutes of struggling, Midnight was wrapped tightly in the steel wire.

"Fucking finally, any longer and I would have died from boredom," Voltrage grumbled.

"Now boys this is no… way to treat a… lady," Midnight, voice strained, gasped out as the wire she was now trapped in pushed against her chest tightly.

"SHUT IT, WHORE!" Macho Man yelled at the heroine before slamming his fist into her abdomen, causing spittle too fly from her mouth.

"A lady! AHAHA! A LADY!" Voltrage laughed hysterically. "You're no lady, you slut! You're nothing but a stupid whore who should be working the corners!" A disturbing grin now crossed his face as he continued. "And we're going to show you what you've been missing."

I clenched my fists Are those bastards going to...? I trailed off in my head, staring at them with wide eyed anger.

The lizard man started backing away slowly, shivering in fear. "W-w-wait now, you guys said w-we'd only beat on her. N-n-n-not rape her!"

"You really bought that!" Laughed Macho Man, "no, we're going that have a lot of fun with her tonight."

'Oh yeah, I'm gonna kill those two.' I thought, my wide eyes now narrowing too thin slits.

"All right then…" Midnight said painfully through clenched teeth, drawing everyone's attention to her. "I have one question before we start though."

"Well what is it slut?" asked Voltrage angrily.

"Is the guy on the rafters going to join in?"

Her words caused the three thugs too look up, they scanned the rafters for a second before their eyes landed on me.

"Yo..." I spoke, my jagged eyes glaring at the two soon to be dead men in the room.

Because believe it or not. I had morals, and those morals were currently telling me to break the thugs clean in two. Damn the consequences. I made two springs in my legs, 'rubberizing' them as to make them springy, I quickly compressed them before launching off the metal pole I was resting on, causing it too nearly break in two. I slammed into Voltrage, Sending him to the floor in a yelp of pain. An arm crashed through my head, sending sludge flying through the air. Quickly reforming my head, I reaffirmed my glare on Macho Man. Making a spring in one of my forearms, I pulled back my arm while compressing the spring. I lurched forwards, preparing to strike the large man. However my opponent striked first with a massive punch that obliterated most of my torso and head, forcing me to make some eyes on my legs. Thankfully some of my sludge was still connected to my arm, allowing me too still go through with my attack.

My fist connected with Macho Man's chest. The spring empowered punch sending him flying into one of the warehouses pillars, the force of the impact cracking his gas masks visor. Sending out small lines of sludge the rest of me that now laid on the floor and walls, I gathered the rest of my body, reforming into my humanoid from, and moving my eyes back to my head. I looked towards Macho Man to see him getting back up. His gasmask still holding up even with the visor cracked. Before he could recover I hardened my fist before punching towards him, my arm stretched out nailing him in the face, breaking the visor, allowing Midnights quirk to do its work. I retracted my arm Luffy style, before un-hardening my hand. Small side effect of hardening, if I didn't make the necessary joints, I wouldn't be able to move myself in any way shape or from. I didn't even get the chance to turn around when I was struck by small a bolt of lightning, causing me to collapse on floor in a brief scream of pain.

Lucky enough for me the bolt wasn't powerful enough to completely destabilize me, I was only partially goopifyed. I shook in pain, trying to stabilize my body as drops of me fell to the floor.

"You little bastard!" a terrifyingly familiar squeaky voice spoke from my left.

I began to shake in terror as I slowly and painfully looked up too see the blurry Furīku standing menacingly a few feet away from me. He had a large mechanical backpack on, with two small tesla coils sticking out of the back. The two coils rapidly traded small sparks of electricity between each other. Furīku also wore small metallic gloves that also sparked.

"You're going to pay for that!" The mad doctor shouted angrily, slowly creeping forwards and his hands were covered by more and more electricity, enough the brighten the dark lab we were in "and after I'm done with you the whore is gonna get hers!"

I blinked in confusion at Furīku's words, not understanding what he was going on about. I blinked once more, to see that Furīku was replaced by an orange haired thug, and I was currently lying in a warehouse that I made my home. ...oh ya this was a thing that was happening. I glared in anger at Voltrage, through most that anger was more directed at myself. It may have been momentary, and it probably didn't even effect to how the current situation would end, but I had let a little fear control me. Lucky enough for me there was a target I could take my anger out, guilt free, and I had just regained control of my body.

"Hello misplaced aggression." I growled.

Before he could strike me with another bolt, I quickly morphed my body to make specific joints before hardening my sludge. My body becoming even more angular, and my forearms and forelegs looking more like oversized gauntlets and greaves. I stood up in a purple blur, before rushing the oranged haired punk. I always wanted to call someone that. 'Punk'. Anyways, said punk threw some bolts of lightning at me. Most of them missed, and a few of them hit. Each bolt that hit me caused the area of impact too goopify, but only the parts the visible electrons touched were affected, leaving the rest of me still hardened. It still stung like a bitch though.

When I reached the thug, I threw a punch at his head, hitting him and cracking his gas masks visor. As my 'elbow' passed his head, I pulled my arm back and lifted my knee. Hitting him in the back of the head and the gut at the same time. I finished the job by briefly goopifying my hand and forming it into a hammer, before re-hardening it. I then twisted my torso, along with my arms, a full three-hundred and sixty degrees, and hitting him in his face. Breaking his gas mask and sending him flying into the air, he was KO'd before he even finished the upwards arc of his flight.

As Voltrage's body hit the floor. I turned to the last conscious thug in the room, who was currently trembling in fear. Staring at me with haunted eyes. I unhardened my entire body, and moved to speak when he interrupted me in a hysterical manner.

"I SURRENDER, I GIVE UP, DON'T HURT ME! I DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO DO THIS, THEY PRESSURED ME, I THOUGHT THIS WAS STUPID FROM THE START! I NEVER EVEN WANTED TO BE IN A GANG!" The panicked dragonoid yelled at me while holding his arms in front of him frantically.

I looked at him in an incredulous manner, the fuck was going on? I briefly went over what he said, and how he said it in my head. Before choosing to approach this in an appropriate sceptical attitude.

"Then why?"

Midnight was not having a good time. Between being under the threat of rape and being tightly bound in metal wire, it was appropriate to say that she was having a very bad time. But currently she was more wrapped up the current conversation that was going on between the purple goo man and the dragon man.

"Huh?" was the scaled humanoids intelligent response.

"Why did you join a gang if you never wanted to be in one first place?" politely asked the goop man.

"I-I don't know," stuttered the dragon man as he looked down shyly.

"Bullshit. Now explain before I get tired of this conversation and just knock you out." said the goop man coldly while morphing one of his fists into a hammer.

'Well that was rude,' thought Midnight with a pout, 'he could asked a bit more politely.'

The dragon kid shook in fear before taking a deep breath, "I guess it was because of my parents." he whispered.

The purple goop man gave a small gesture, prompting the green scaled thug to continue.

"They tried to force me to be a hero. They kept telling me that I just had to it because of my quirk, and they forced me to train when I didn't want to, and berated me whenever I cried in pain," he said while seething in anger. "'Real heroes don't cry', 'don't be such a baby'. I just wanted to be a baker!" he explained exasperatedly.

"But NOOOO!" he continued angrily throwing his arms in the air. "I wasn't allowed to have such a 'worthless dream'! I wasn't allowed to make my own decisions! Any time I baked something, they just threw it in the trash and hit me! I had to be a hero because of my stupid quirk! I wish I didn't even have it!" He huffed in anger for a moment before he resumed, "so I joined a gang to spite them! If I couldn't have my dream, they couldn't have theirs!" he finished by waving one of his arms in a dramatic fashion.

The room was quiet for a moment, nothing but the almost silent sounds of the dragon man's angry breaths fill the warehouse.

Midnight frowned. While she was fully against the dragon man's actions, she could understand why he did them. She decided that as soon as she was done here she would look into the dragon kid's family.

"Okay two things. One: What's your name?" asked the goop man after a moment.

The dragon man flinched as he was caught off guard by the question, "Uhh... Ryota."

The goop man just nodded, "Okay, and two: Ryota, your parents are dicks."

"Huh?" said both Midnight and Ryota with wide eyes, shocked at his words.

"Your parents are dicks," the goop man said, putting emphasis on the last word. "Not only did they have no right to force you into being a hero, but they hit and mistreated you, which I'm pretty sure is child abuse. And they should be arrested for that. From what I can grasp the situation was that they refused to accept their own past failures in becoming heroes, or are heroes and tried to force you into being one. Whichever one it is, I don't care. Your moronic parents failed to realize that being a hero isn't just about your quirk, it's about the individual behind the quirk as well. And that's who you are, a person with what I can presume is a strong quirk, but just wants to live a normal life. And there's nothing wrong with that. Sometimes just by brightening up someone's day, just making them smile a little, you can save someone and be a hero in a different way. I read stories about people who were considering suicide but with a simple nice conversation with a stranger made them not go through with killing themselves. And those people who help stop those acts are heroes in their own rights, even if they never put on a costume."

The purple man than glared at Ryota, sending chills down the dragon man's spine.

"But you're not a blameless victim. You had options. You could have gone to the police or a hero and let them sort out your parents, but you didn't. And I'm sure that there were other options, but I can't think of them right now. You joined a gang and, from what I can presume, hurt a lot of innocent people. You consciously chose to go down that path out of spite for you parents and you may be sorry for you actions, but you still did them. You became a villain," the goop man finished.

Both Midnight and Ryota were now staring at the goop man in shock. Ryota moved to speak before the goop man interrupted him once more by walking towards him.

"But you're not irredeemable, you made a stupid decision. And people do that all the time. What's important is that we learn from those stupid decisions and do our best to correct them."

The purple man stopped about two meters away from Ryota, who was now staring at the goop man hopefully with tears in his eyes.

"Y-you r-really think that..." Ryota stuttered out nervously, not really accepting the goop man's words.

"I'd like to believe that, but whether or not you turn yourself around is up to you." With that said and done the purple man threw out one of his arms, latching onto Ryota's face with his goop.

"Wha!?" questioned Ryota in a muffled voice.

"That being said, you can start by going to jail," the goop man said coldly before ripping off Ryota's mask.

And with that all five of the thugs were now in dreamland. The goop man dropped the mask before casually walking over to Midnight, who was now currently struggling against her bonds. The goop man looked down at her with no small amount of mirth.

"You need help?" he asked the pro, making no attempt to hide the amusement in his voice.

"No, no I got this," Midnight hastily replied, as she struggled against her bonds even more.

The goop man just rolled his eyes at the woman's action before walking around her, crouching down and undoing the knot that trapped her. The scantily clad woman then jumped to her feet in a blur, jumping away from the sludge man. She then pointed at him dramatically.

"What are you doing here sludge man!?" Midnight yelled at him.

"I live here," he deadpanned while pointing towards the walkway that was above them.

Midnight briefly looked over the walkway and saw that there was several appliances up there before turning back the purple man.

"Hmmm," she hummed briefly, looking over the sludge man before gaining a sly look. "You know, last time I checked it's very inappropriate to be naked in front of a woman, unless you're… implying something..." she trailed off with sultry look.

The sludge man's deadpan intensified, "ok, three things." he said folding up one of his hands with in thumb folded in.

"One, for someone who was just about to be raped, you really shouldn't be making jokes like that. Two, I have no cash, and finding good clothes is just about impossible, besides there nothing for me to 'show off,' so it doesn't really matter."

"And three, last time I checked, flirting with a minor isn't really a good thing for an older woman like you to do."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" Midnight yelled at him, eyes white with anger.

"I'm fourteen, you idjit," he calmly replied.

"...WHAT!?"

I sat lazily in the room I had been shoved into, now wearing a pair of if semi-loose pants that the police had given me. After my little interaction with Midnight she had called the police, and seeing as running away from them would give me more problems than I already had, I decided to go with them. When the police arrived they shoved me into a cruiser and took all the stuff I had acquired over my six months of being in this world. The bastards even took some of my sludge with them, 'for sampling.' Ya, right. They had almost immediately shoved me into this room after we arrived here with the pair of pants I was now wearing, simply saying that they'd talk to me in a bit. As for what room they had shoved me in, considering that there was a mirror to my right, two chairs, a metal table, and a plate of donuts that I had already eaten every last one of, I was pretty sure I was in an interrogation room.

I sat at the table, bored out of my mind, idly morphing the darker sludge on my arms into various shapes in order too entertain myself. This went on for another several minutes before the door to the room finally opened. Entering the room was a familiar face, one of the police officers from the show that I knew had a name. But I couldn't remember it after six months. I'm pretty sure it started with an n though.

"Hello, I am Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi, I'd like to ask you a few questions." he calmly said as he sat down across from me.

So that was his name, I think he knew about one for all, and by proxy All For One, but I could be wrong. And considering who might be behind the one way mirror, I might want to keep that too myself.

"I doubt I really have a choice, but sure, what the hell."

Despite my words, he kept his calm demeanor. Was he just normally calm?

"May I ask you name?"

"Marc, spelt with a c, not a k." I had said these exact words well over a thousand times in my now nineteen years alive, despite currently being fourteen. "No family name."

"Age?"

"Fourteen."

"Occupation?"

I gave him a deadpan glare. "Really."

He tensed for a moment before looking at apologetically. "Sorry, force of habit. Anyways, gender?"

If I had one I would have raised a brow. "While I don't technically have one, I prefer male."

Naomasa just nodded as he briefly jotted stuff down on the paper he had brought in. After he finished writing, he looked back up at me with a glare that sent shivers down my metaphorical spine. Reaching into one of his pockets he pulled out my phone, which was now in a plastic bag.

"This phone belongs to a man named Nishimura Kaito. He's been missing for roughly two weeks. Where did you get it?" he asked me in such a manner that I knew left no room for bullshit.

I started at the phone with wide eyes. Of course a random cracked phone I find, belongs to a missing person. Fucking shitty luck.

"I found it in a random dumpster around by… The Uhhh…" I trailed off for a moment, snapping my fingers… claws..? (Eh, who cares? I can change them into whatever I want.) Trying to remember where I found the phone.

I pursed my 'lips' in annoyance. "uggh!" I growled in anger before rapping on my head with a fist. "What was it again?! I know it starts with a k!"

"Kiyashi Ward Shopping Mall?" Naomasa suggested.

I snapped my claws before pointing at him. "That was it! I was scavenging around the area for some food, when I found it in a dumpster, I thought some snobby rich kid threw it away." I then placed my pointing hand under my 'chin', "I found it about a week ago, two… blocks away from the mall on the… right! If you're facing the west entrance from the outside." I elaborated at his confused look when I said 'right'.

Naomasa paused for a moment, leaning his head to the right, keeping his stern glare. As he leaned his head I noticed a small piece of metal sticking out of his left ear. I only saw it for a moment before he moved his head back to its original position. Only now with a small smile.

"Thank you for telling us this. It was unlikely that you had anything to do with Nishimura's disappearance, but we had to be sure." he said earnestly.

I blinked in confusion for a moment, "Uhh, ya. Sure, no problem..."

What the hell was… oh my fucking god I'm an idiot. I almost faced palm. No scratch that, I did a facepalm, in my head. No literally, I hollowed out my head, made a miniature version of myself inside my head, and then used said miniature to facepalm. Why the hell wouldn't the police have someone with a truth telling quirk on speed dial, or on the force itself? Seriously, the fuck was I thinking.

Naomasa lost his smile just as soon as he got it, quickly replacing it with a similar glare form before. This time he pulled out a photo of a sludge monster that looked similar to me. But it was reddish-purple, with darker colours, and jagged yellow eyes instead of steel blue.

"This is a picture of the villain known as 'the Sewer Monstrosity', he disappeared roughly fourteen years ago, and considering your age and quirk..." he trailed off, giving me all i needed to know about what he wanted to know.

I held a hand up, "before I answer this question, I just wanna know. What are you gonna do to me if I am his son."

Naomasa's response was instantaneous, "Nothing, you didn't commit his crimes. And you seem like a good kid. All we want to know is his whereabouts."

I sighed. "Well I'm not his son, so I really don't know where he is."

"Then why are your quirks so similar?" he asked me, not even waiting for his truth telling quirk person to tell him if I was lying or not given how fast his response was.

I shrugged. "Hell if I know. World's a weird place."

Of course that was a total lie. I could already picture it. All For One confronts Sludge Monstrosity, tell him of his plans, Sludge says he wants nothing to do with it. All For One take his quirk, killing him in the process. Or something along those lines, could have just cornered him and killed the monstrosity.

Naomasa paused for a moment before his glare redoubled. "Listen Marc, I'm willing to help, but only if you can be honest with me," he said firmly with the same no bullshit tone of voice from before.

I chuckled for a moment before leaning forward, looking down at the table. "Alright, now tell me..." I trailed off before for looking the detective in the eyes with a dead serious look. "Does the name, 'All for One', mean anything to you?"

Naomasa's stiffened, eyes widened in shock, he looked at me with an odd mixture of terror and recognition. However before he could say anything, the one way mirror was rattled with a loud as hell muffled cry of 'WHAT!' and a splat. Looking closer at the mirror, I could almost see a large splotch of red liquid on the other side running down the pane. I turned back to Naomasa, who was still in shock, and gave him a wicked smirk.

"We have a lot to talk about, don't we?"

His only response was a rigid nod.