This Omake is not hard canon.

Omake: Odd Jobs

Ditto 1 let's out a gloomy sight, like someone who's given up all hope for fun and happiness in their life. "I wanna go home."

Ditto 2 gasps, smiling as he connects mentally with another individual. "Me too!"

"Are you complaining already?" Hanta Sero walks in from the backroom, carrying several cardboard boxes in his arms. He strolls over to the Dittos before dropping off the boxes atop the counter of the UPS store. "You only started like an hour ago!" Sero frowns, raising an eyebrow, stepping away so the clones can see his grey pollo; the same one the Ditto's are wearing too.

It may have been an hour, but it feels like days since the Dittos joined the UPS store staff. And so far, the only exciting thing that's happened was finding out that their classmates, Sero, worked there too. Apparently, he wanted to earn some more spending money before the summer. And so here they are working their first shift together.

"I know, but it's so boring…" Ditto 1 grumbles, letting out a sad sigh.

Sero sighs, understanding the sentiment but either way it's better to make the best of their situation anyway. "So, you wanna tell me why you two…you one person…one person who can multiply-" Sero shakes his head, sheesh it is hard to talk to a multiplier. "Ah! Okay, what are you doing here Midoriya?!"

The two clones share a look. "Uhhhh…" After some silent consideration they both give Sero an answer. "No reason./We broke our neighbor's car."

…

"DUDE!"

"What?!"

"Why would you say that?!"

"What?! I was just being honest."

"Gaahh!"

After the Ditto are done yelling at each other, they go ahead and explain that they owe their elderly neighbor, Mr. Baumann, money to pay for damages that they caused to his car.

Which, looking back on it, Izuku really shouldn't have been practicing with Heatblast atop the apartment complex. But hey he wanted to practice flying and it worked! But his first few flights may have been…crashes… fiery, destructive crashes…explosive crashes that may have involved Mr. Baumann's American muscle car. Oops.

Sero grimaces, his heart going out to his broke yet destructive classmate. "That sounds like it sucks."

Ditto 1 plops his head down on the counter. "Yeah…"

Ditto 2 nods. "So here I am, um, here we are!" He corrects, gesturing to his clone. "We…I got myself some part time jobs to pay off the damages."

Sero raises an eyebrow. "How many part time jobs?"

Ditto 2 shrugs. "Honestly, I forgot. I applied and accepted so many jobs that I kinda lost track."

Sero nods, not at all questioning it but after a short minute of standing there it finally occurs to him. "Wait! How are you gonna hold onto any of them?! Yeah, you can clone yourself but what about your time limit?!"

Ditto 1 waves it off. "Oh, yeah, it's annoying but Ditto has a loophole."

Sero frowns. "A loophole?"

Ditto 1 nods. "Well as long as my clones are far enough away, we won't transform back so I can keep this up all day."

Ditto 2 is quick to explain the tradeoff. "The catch is that every ten minutes or so my watch's gonna beep and flash red but other than that there's no issues."

Sero blinks but accepts the answer. "Cool."

And so they go about their shift, on standby behind the UPS counter waiting for any customers to show up and either buy a box or envelope or ship something out. But an entire hour passes on by before they finally see the first customer of the day.

It's just some rando wearing a thick blue hoodie. The guy reeks and he definitely needs to shower and shave. And he must be aware of this fact because he walks in as quietly as possible with his hood up.

He walks in and goes ahead and purchases a single box and nothing else. It was simple, easy, and he was out in a jiffy, no issues to be had, and he's on his way, no sweat.

As the guy leaves rather than falling back into a silent boredom Sero decides to take initiative. "Oh, before I forget."

The two Ditto blink up at him, waiting for him to continue his thought.

"When we deliver boxes, we gotta make sure the flaps are flat and taped together." Sero pats his Tape dispensing elbow while also gesturing to the tape rollers hanging nearby off the wall. "Otherwise, everything will fall out during shipment."

The little alien clones nod in understanding. "Cool."

As Sero goes over other procedures and protocols the bell, hanging over the door, rings. They spin around and find that the guy, the one in the blue hoodie, is back, with the box. But the box, it looks like it has something inside of it now, and the flaps have already been folded in and under themselves.

The guy strolls up his eyes never meeting the Dittos' or Sero's even as he gently plops the poorly folded up box onto the counter.

But none of them can really bring themselves to care, instead Ditto 1 goes ahead and takes the necessary info he needs to log into the computer for shipment.

"Can I get a description of what's in this box?"

The guy hesitates, looking away, before he chokes out a sidestep of an answer. "It's, uh, it's private."

"Uh, I mean, we just need a general description."

Ditto nods adding in. "Yeah, like is it food, perishable, that kinda stuff."

The guy nods. "Oh, uh, it's microchips."

Ditto 1 goes ahead and types it into the system. "Okay, microchips."

As Ditto 1 gets the rest of the details Sero moves ahead to tape up the box for him. But first he's gonna need to open up the flaps and redo sealing it up otherwise the item inside is just gonna fall out during shipment.

But the moment Sero even grips a flap, Guy's hand shoots up, grabbing the box, and stopping Sero!

Everyone pauses in place, staring awkwardly at each other as a red flag slowly begins to rise.

It takes a moment for Sero to snap out of the pause. "I just need to retape the box really quick so it doesn't come out during shipment." he pulls out a bit of tape from his elbow. "The tape's free if that's what you're worried about."

The Guy hesitates, worriedly eyeing the box and the tape before he gives a nervous response. "Oh, uh…okay." And so he very timidly let's go of the box.

The moment he let's go, Sero gets to work and pulls the flaps open but before he can close it back up he freezes. The Dittos freezes too as the smell of skunk waifs their way, they all peer inside to find a mountain of weed inside the poorly closed box.

They all continue to stare at it while the Guy's completely frozen in place his face as pale as a ghost's.

But after a moment of just staring at the idiocy of it all Sero just blinks up at the guy and says what would be common sense to most people. "Sir…we can't ship this."

They all just continue to stare awkwardly at each other, nobody sure on what to do.

Except for Ditto 2 that is. "Also, what was your endgame here?" He asks with no hint of irony. "Like what made you think this was a good idea? Also is this like your first time dealing with drugs? Like come on bro, we don't have an X-ray at the UPS store! We would have never even known if you didn't do a piss poor job of closing it! The only thing it needed was tape, I mean, you just gave yourself away here buddy! What was your plan?! And what do you have to say for yourself?!"

The rest of them just stare awkwardly as the Guy sweats so nervously that stains around his pits and neck.

And after all that his only response is. "Sorry…" He awkwardly grabs the box, turns, and leaves without meeting any of their gazes.

The three just stare watching him leave and disappear into the parking lot…

Ditto 1 let's out a bored sigh. "I wanna go home."

Ditto 2 gasps, happy to know someone else feels the same way. "Me too!"

And so they all sit there in silence waiting for the next customer but after ten minutes of nobody showing up, Ditto 1 decides to finally addresses what just happened. "That as…weird."

"Yeah." nods Ditto 2. "But you know if that's the worst of it, how bad can these jobs be?"

Almost immediately Sero breaks into a crazed almost maniacal laughter. "Hahahahaha! Hahaha! HA!"

The Dittos' rightfully back away out of their own concern. "I am very concerned."

"Hahaha! HA!" Sero chokes back his laughter enough to speak, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Oh, trust me that wasn't the worst of it." he nearly breaks into more laughter at the thought. "There are far crazier customers out there and believe me they'll tear you apart if you let em." Despite the ominous warning Sero still can't whip the crazed grin off his face. "They're so insane, stupid, and rude it really makes you question whether humanity is gonna survive as a species. Hahaha!" Oh god Midoriya's naivety is killing him!

The Dittos share very concerned looks. "If we had to deal with that…?"

"Just what are the rest of us…me putting up with?"

"This is unacceptable!" Pax, a Wildvine looking dude with a fashion sense so out of date it actually died during the sixties, cries out in outrage as he stands before the pet shop's various tanks, terrariums, and cages.

Ditto 3 and Ditto 4 stroll on over with friendly smiles, their paw-print patterned aprons dragging on the ground as they approach the angry customer. "What seems to be the problem, sir?"

A fuming Pax is quick to tell them. "This place is a scandal, man! All of mother nature's creatures deserve to be free!" In his outrage Pax goes ahead and rips open one of the terrarium doors, freeing the critters inside. "Run my eight-legged brothers!"

A massive swarm of spiders and arachnids crawl out and up Pax's arm before swarming him and putting away at his very flesh and parts!

"WAAAHHHhhh!" Pax shrieks in pain, despite being a plant he can still feel the pain, and oh god their bits and venom make it feel like he's on fire!

"WAAAHHHhhh!" Despite the searing pain and spiders Pax goes ahead and opens another terrarium's door! "Go, be free!"

"Hissss!" A pack of vipers spring out from the terrarium, quickly latching onto pax, their bodies coiling around him tightly as their fangs pierce his flesh.

"WAAAHHHhhh!" Pax collapses to the ground but the pain and aggression will not stop him, he will see his mission through!

Meanwhile, Ditto 3 and 4 watch on, uncaring, yet disturbed, but also curious to see how it all plays out.

As Pax withers in pain on the ground from the assaulting spiders and snakes he manages to spring to his feet and rip open one of the nearby bird cages!

"Sqwaaa! Sqwaa! A trio of parrots fly out and instead of flying off they immediately target the veggie alien, their sharp beaks pecking at his one eye while their talons tear at his face!

"WAAAHHHhhh!" Pax collapses to the ground, trying to shoo the birds away, but it only encourages them to attack, biting off his plant-like fingers.

As Pax lies there, withering in unimaginable pain, he spots a nearby pen filled with adorable and harmless looking puppies.

"Maybe these little guys will be more grateful." With no hint of hesitation or self-preservation he opens the pen.

And immediately the pups turn savage; foaming from the mouth, their fangs bared and ready as they leap out and chomp down onto the hippie's limbs!

"WAAAHHHhhh! WAAAHHHhhh! WAAAHHHhhh!"

Ditto 3 and 4 can't look away, both very disturbed as they watch the clueless hippie get himself torn to shreds.

But it soon ends as the spiders, vipers, birds, and puppies presume their victim to be dead and they all take off in a hurry to escape the mall.

Ditto 4 scowls, hands on his hips, as he silently judges the withering hippie. "Well, I hope that was worth it."

Pax lets out a weak cheer. "Yes, because they're all free…"

Ditto 3 shakes his head, giving the mauled alien a very deadpan stare. "No, they're not. They were $1,328,784.00 yen ($12,000)."

Pax frowns, not even hesitating to ask. "Do you have a return policy?"

"Yup, you bring them to the store and get your money back."

Pax gives a weak smile as he pathetically tries to lift his arm in celebration. "Glad I didn't pay up front!"

The two Dittos let out pained sighs as Pax's body begins to repair itself.

*Bring! Bring! Bring!*

Ditto 9 and Ditto 10 slide up to the counter in their yellow pizza polos, before Ditto 9 scoops up the phone off the counter and answers it with a friendly attitude. "Hello, this is Pizza Planet. Can I take your order?" He pauses for the guy to answer before types up the order into the register, "Sure! That's one family-sized pizza with bacon bits, sausage, green peppers, and mushrooms coming right up!"

The two Dittos quickly cook up the pizza order before hopping onto the Pizza Planet…scooter since neither of them have an actual driver's license. But in any case, they both drive off to deliver the pizza…only to find themselves in the middle of nowhere, literally.

The two Dittos find themselves in a barren desert, a prairie that's been dried out thanks to overuse of farming and drought.

Ditto 10 holds the pizza, scanning the horizon for any signs of life but there's nothing: no plants, no trees, no buildings, and no animals. "You sure this is the right address?"

Ditto 9 gives a shrug in response just then his phone begins to ring.

*Bring! Bring! Bring!*

Ditto 9 opens it up and answers, but a man's cool voice is quick to call out from the other line. "What's up Warner bros? Hey, do me a solid and hold up your hand, will ya?"

Ditto 9 raises an eyebrow, but he doesn't question it. "Sure." With the phone pressed against his ear he turns to address his clone. "Hey, Ditto, raise your hand so he can see us."

Ditto 10 gives a thumbs up before he raises his empty hand.

"No." The guy calls out from the other end. "Your other hand, the one holding the pizza."

Ditto 10 frowns but gives a nonchalant shrug before he goes ahead and raises the pizza over his head.

The moment he does a faint sound of an…engine can be heard in the distance. The two Dittos scan the horizon but there's nothing, no car in sight. But then where…HOLY SHIT! The roaring engine screeches in their ears when they spot an unidentified aerial vehicle soaring in from above their heads!

"AAAAaaahhhhh!" The Dittos scream out in terror as the blue and orange painted Benatar ship zooms just over their heads, kicking up a massive cloud of sand and dirt and wind in its wake!

And just like that the spaceship's gone and out of sight, and so is the pizza. The only ones left in sight for miles being the two Dittos that got thrown to the ground by the power and speed of the ship.

The two cough and wheeze as they pick themselves back up.

Ditto 9 spots the phone and picks it up as Ditto 10 curls up into a fetal position, trying to comfort himself from the shock.

As Ditto 9 grabs the phone the insane spaceman calls out from the other end. "Thanks guys I really needed this. Nothing beats a pizza from Earth, you know?"

Ditto 9 scowls. "Wait, what about the money?!"

"Oh, I just dropped it off."

Ditto 9 starts, staring into the distance but he doesn't see any money. "Where?"

"Somewhere over Tokyo." The spaceman then turns to address his crew. "Hey guys, pizza's here! Hey, hey, Rocket use the spatula! No, Drax, you don't put pineapple on pizza! Can someone get Groot out of his room, he needs to eat, too!"

Out of frustration, Ditto 9 ends the call then and there.

In the meantime, a shell shocked Ditto 10 tries to reason with their reality. "So turns out wearing a store uniform is the grown up version of having a sign on your back that says kick me."

"Yeah, I think the sign would say something ruder than that."

"Let us in!"

"Sales! Sales!"

"It's 9 am!"

"Buy! Everything! Rawh! Everything! Rawh!"

Ditto 33 and 34 fearfully step out from the isles. They're knees shake as they grip their store uniforms, watching in terror as customers begin to ram and bang against the shutters so hard that it's actually starting to bend and break.

Ditto 34 gulps. "Dude, what's kind of sale are we having?"

Ditto 33 goes ahead and checks. "Oh, everything's 50% off." It feels like the whole world's zoomed in on him as a terrible realization sets in. "Oh, no."

And that sale is enough to turn these customers into savages, savages that won't be stopped by a flimsy sheet of aluminum and false hopes.

The two clones gasp as the shutters begin to crumble and bend

Ditto 33 however isn't gonna go out without a fight, so with years in his eyes, he wields his bar scanner like a weapon. "What's our motto soldier?!"

Also trying to be brave, Ditto 34 pulls out his bar scanner too, shouting out in response. "Service with a smile, sir!"

Like a horde of starved zombies, the shoppers break through! They rip and tear their way through the shutters flooding the isles like a tsunami!

"Yaaaahhhh!" The Dittos cry out for their lives, firing away the beeping bar scanner like it's gonna do anything.

But it's all for naught as they are completely taken out by the flood of mad shoppers! They get shoved, trampled, and bitten as more and more shoppers flood inside. It's a total chaos like the Purge hyped up on even more cocaine! The shoppers tear, wrestle, and straight up maul each other for the best deals. They tear each other limb from limb, in some cases literally, just so they can buy a pair of name brand yet tasteless jeans for half-off.

At some point after being shoved, stepped on, and straight up attacked the chaos and brutality of the 50% sale finally comes to an end.

The store is bare and empty only torn pieces of goods lie the floors and ceiling, heck even shelves are missing having been taken up by the flood.

Ditto 33 and 34 lie defeated, wounded, and scarred upon the dirty cold floor unable to move or dream of a bright future…

Ditto 33 coughs, his breath labored as he delivers one last line… "War…is sales…"

Ditto 34 sheds tears. "I wanna go home…" *sniff*

"Me…too…"

But believe it or not they don't have it the worst.

Ditto 73 and 74 are scared shitless as alarms blare in their ears and red lights swirl around the bank! They are sweating buckets into their little bank teller suits as they are stared down by a hulking thug of a man.

The thug is huge with bulging muscles, yakuza-like tattoos, and leather biker's outfit. The thug's face is red and soaked in sweat, his breathing labored and heavy with adrenaline pumping through his system.

Ditto 73 trembles before the thug and blaring alarms; leaning over and harshly whispering into his clone's ear "Oh, my, gosh, what is going on here?!"

On que, walking in calm and collected is the bank manager.

He's a serious man, his Quirk giving him a calculator-like appearance. And despite the blaring alarms and the hulking thug he remains calm and in charge. "First time dealing with a stickup? Don't worry everything will be fine. Just follow the procedure." With a straight face and no hint of irony the manager hands Ditto 74 an empty money sack.

The two Dittos shakily nod in understanding. "Okay, okay."

Ditto 73 then fearfully starts to pull stacks of cash out from the nearby register before dropping them into the sack.

But in an instant the manager angrily calls them out as the alarms fall silent. "What are you doing?!"

The Dittos stare up at him confused.

The manager finally explains. "He's not robbing us! We're the bank, it's our job to rob him!"

Ditto 73 awkwardly apologizes. "Oh, right. Uh, okay." He then takes the sack from Ditto 74

He jumps

Onto the counter, his expression becoming nasty and heartless as he shouts like mugger into the sweating thug's face. "Drop the mortgage in the bag!"

The thug reels back in fright; he's genuinely terrified of the little alien. "N-no, p-please, I have children!"

"Good to know we'll come for them next."

"Y-yes…o-okay…" The thug fearfully reaches to drop his phone into the sack.

As he does, Ditto 73 spots the very expensive gold watch on the man's wrist.

He grabs the man's wrist, crushing it like a noodle, while smiling like a greedy evil rat. "That's a pretty watch."

The thug starts to whimper, tears pooling at his eyes. "N-no, p-please, it belonged to my grandpa!"

The crazed Ditto presses his face against the thug's, leaning on him and pushing the thug back with a crazed look in his eye. "You wanna try me?" His voice laced with venom. "I'll drop your credit score so low you won't even be able to get a loan at the LIBRARY, PUNK!"

With pathetic tears the thug surrenders, whimpering he removes his family heirloom and drops it into the sack. "Well at least I'm leaving here with my dignity."

"No, we'll have that too." Ditto 73, cold and uncaring, delivers one heartless demand. "Your pants, put em in the baaaag."

Sniffling the thug sobs as he unbuckles and drops his leather pants. With humiliated tears he folds em up and puts them into the sack before turning away and leaving having been robbed of his money, possessions, and dignity.

The moment he leaves, Ditto 73 drops his facade with a disgusted shiver. "Bleeeeh. I feel dirtier than a rat who joined law enforcement but actually had family connections to the mob and was turning police evidence over to the gangsters."

Ditto 74 however sums it all up. "You mean like a rat who was a rat."

"Yeah, I guess that's a better way of saying it."

The manger, who watched this all play out, shakes his head in disappointment. "Boys I am very disappointed in you. You forgot to sell him a payday loan at a 1000% interest."

A cold shiver runs down the gaging clones' spines. "Disgusting."

And believe it or not that wasn't the most disgusting job any of the Dittos had to deal with. There was of course the gas station attendant job where the poor Dittos had to clean the restroom almost every time someone went to use it. Seriously, it's disturbing to see just how disgusting people can be.

Then there was the movie theater clerk and cleaning up the miraculous mess of food and candy left behind every screening.

Some Dittos even managed to get jobs at a factory but they were soon let go as robots were set up to complete the production line.

There was also the job as delivery men, shoe salesman, fast food worker, mall attendant, and one Ditto somehow managed to sell themselves as a hairstylist.

And with all these jobs combined with the ones not even listed Izuku was able to collect the debt he owed in just a few short week's time.

"Okay, that's it, Mr. Baumann. It's official I've paid off all of my debt!" Izuku beams with a wide cheery smile stretching from ear to ear.

"You sure did, Izuku." Mr. Baumann smiles back while admiring the glistening sheen of his fully repaired American muscle car.

With his car fully repaired and looking brand spanking new, Mr. Baumann was able to drive her back home, parking her behind the apartment complex.

Mr. Baumann slides a finger over the hood, not finding a single smudge or dirt or grease. "I'll admit it, but you impressed me."

Izuku's smile widens, his eyes sparkling in glee.

"I mean who knew you had such a good work ethic? Ha! Not me, hahaha!" Mr. Baumann laughs to himself as he continues to admire and inspect his beloved car.

Izuku's smile falters, becoming sheepish in response to the jab. "Well, I'll just…leave you be then."

"Yes, you do that." Mr. Baumann doesn't even turn to see him off; he's far too busy getting himself acquainted with his most prized possession.

And so Izuku takes his leave jumping away and sprinting for the stairway. He smiles the whole way back up to his apartment, his heart swelling with pride and a sense of accomplishment: after all the hard work he managed to not only pay off his debt but he also got himself on Mr. Baumann's good side!

"Woooaaahh!" Izuku cheers, skipping towards the apartment.

He's having such a rush of accomplishment and pride it's just giving him a ton of energy!

And with so much energy to spare he figures he might as well continue riding on this rush to do some more training! Maybe he'll finally nail his flight training!

And so without even thinking about the possible consequences Izuku takes off at a full sprint for the end of the open hallway.

He dials up the Omnitrix and jumps off the balcony, his body disappearing in a veil of green light!

"Wooooaaahhh! Yeah, baby!" Heatblast howls in glee as he soars through the air like a meteor.

Using his hands and feet to generate a strong enough heat to rocket himself into the air, Heatblast circles the building glad it's still early enough in the workday so nobody's around to see.

"Woooaaahhh!" He is riding high, his joy soaring as high as he is: last time he tried this it involved a lot of crashes and burns but not this time, this time the sky is truly the limit!

"Wooooa-GAH!" Nope as it turns out remote control drones are the limit

"Ahhh!" Heatblast loses control, spinning as he plummets. "Ahhh! GAH!"

Heatblast literally crashes and burns a small fireball exploding around him as he crash lands onto the ground.

"Ow…" Heatblast groans, picking himself out of the melted smoking heap of metal. "Gah!" He gasps his heart plummeting to his stomach.

Heatblast slowly, fearfully, peers up to find a scorched Mr. Baumann standing there dazed, shocked, and at a loss for words.

"Mr. Baumann! I'm so sorry!

Mr. Baumann coughs up a plume of smoke and ash. "Why…?"

"It was an accident! I swear! I-I'll…um…" Heatblast considers offering up to pay but then remembers the hell he went through to pay off the damages the first time. "Um…I'm sorry!" A terrified Heatblast sprints off, screaming in fear.

"IZUKU!"

*The fist part of the Omake is based off Ice Cream Sandwitch's video "bad customers."

*And the rest of the Omake was taken from The Amazing World of Gumball. Search for "The Amazing World of Gumball | Gumball and Darwin Get Jobs | Cartoon Network UK."