I don't own One Punch Man, nor do I own My Hero Academia. Each Franchise is owned by their respective owner..
Enjoy!
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McCoy was never the type to be swayed by things such as failure or incompetence. No. Not even once. However, this one particular issue had a pretty good way of getting under his skin.
The incompetence of that rat, disclosing something so crucial to someone that can potentially be an enormous hurdle to their plans down the line.
He had no desire of seeing that door slide completely. He knew who was standing on the other end.
"You fuckin rat." McCoy growled, pinching the edges of the desk.
Nezu didn't say a thing as his escorts exited the office immediately, "May I?" he gestured to the seat.
McCoy replied only with a scoff, waving him away dismissively.
Nezu sat down, settling into the chair neatly as he clasped both of his hands above his waist, "I assume that you have heard of the unfortunate setbacks."
"And you being the catalyst behind all of it? Yes." McCoy replied with a low tone, "You jeopardized our plans."
"It was out of good faith. I was merely attempting to get more pieces in the chessboard, but I can see that my lack of judgement risked everything." Nezu stated.
McCoy's brow furrowed, "That's an understatement. The streets are in chaos. People all over the district are attempting to contact the authorities. You're lucky that I had preemptively jammed the services around that area."
"It's all under control." Nezu gestured for him to be calm.
"How are you so sure? If the public finds out, this will be a HUGE scandal-!"
"The UA grounds, they no longer exist, or at least, a tangible form of it."
McCoy was caught off guard, "I'm sorry, what?"
"You haven't been keeping tabs on the news?" Nezu then calmly explained, "I set up a couple of explosives at certain points of the campus in case of unsavory circumstances such as this one."
"So, this won't be traced back to us?"
"No. Certainly not." Nezu sighed, "Did you really think that I would tell him without taking precautions at first? Who do you think set up the meeting between the Psychic Sisters and Psykos in the first place?"
"You gave them the greenlight." McCoy concluded, "That was you all along."
Nezu nodded, "I simply let things play out as ordained afterwards."
With a relieved sigh, McCoy settled into the back of the seat. Though, there was still this other issue that bothered him.
"It's not over yet." Nezu shook his head, "Monster supplies are stretched thin as we speak. We need a new plan. They need to retreat."
"A new plan? You're shitting me."
"Either that, or we proceed with the experiment by excluding the UA students." Nezu suggested.
"Without them, our experiments are rendered obsolete. They're the ones with the most potential." McCoy declined, "We're sticking with the initial plan. If all else fails.."
"Then we'll run out of tools to carry out the plans. Without the ninjas and the monsters, we will have no means to capture the students." Nezu concluded, "We need to pull back and try to figure this out with an alternative route."
McCoy sucked the air through his teeth. Making a decision as grand as this one was not a walk in the park, but he knew it was necessary. He clenched his teeth, his mind rattling with disgruntlement, "What do you suggest?" He finally asked, as if considering the option for a bit.
"I haven't figured that one out yet, but for now, we need to give them the flare." Nezu urged.
McCoy sighed, "This wouldn't have happened if we didn't have such a faulty security. Our plans were supposed to stay confidential."
"No need to dwell on that." Nezu shook his head.
"And you," McCoy slammed the table with his fist, "If your naivete didn't lead you to decide to make such a foolish move.."
"Foolish?" Nezu hissed.
"Yes. Foolish. You may have taken precautions, but the consequences are just as severe. If you never told him any of what we had planned, Silverfang and that delinquent wouldn't have been present to thwart our efforts!" McCoy gritted his teeth, glaring at Nezu, "We can't afford to retreat, no, it's NOT an option!"
"I would've opted to incline had the circumstances were different, but it's glaringly obvious that we're fighting a losing battle." Nezu crossed his legs, leaning against the back of the chair.
McCoy was about to open his mouth, but he was reluctant. Exhaling the air from his nostrils, he leaned back, "We're not going to retreat."
Nezu stared at him for a moment, closing his eyes in resignation, "Have it your own way."
"Why did you do what you did? I just want to know what went through your head when you told All Might of all people about our plans." McCoy asked, but Nezu remained silent, "Not going to answer?"
"It's not in your place to know." Nezu simply replied, "Besides, if you're concerned about what he might say in public: It's his word against mine. In an intellectual discussion, I am far more likely to come out on top, seeing how much of a dolt he is."
"That is the least of the problems. I'm talking about long-term." McCoy corrected.
Nezu then assured, "Nothing like this will ever happen again."
"If you want me to take your word for it, then you'll have to walk me through the reason why you made that decision." McCoy said, insisting on hearing his side of the story.
Nezu stayed idle for a while, as he inhaled the air deeply, before releasing it. Then, he replied, "Conscience."
"Conscience?"
Nezu stood up, turning around to walk away.
"Wait! W- what do you mean by 'conscience?!" McCoy demanded.
"It means exactly what it did." Nezu said, tilting his head slightly, "You wanted to hear my side, and you've heard it. Take it how you will. I don't care."
Nezu walked out of the office, slamming the door shut as he did so, leaving McCoy all alone in his office.
Conscience?
He stared at the miniature device in his palm. A circular object with a red glass at the center of it.
He let out a demeaning chuckle, 'What a joke.'
...
The bandages flailed around as his body plummets, blood seeping from the gaps inflicted by the blade slash. His mind was distorted. He could barely make sense of what was going on around him. His eyes tilted upwards, seeing the image of the man that slashed him. A man with a smooth, flourishing ice-blond hair. His attire consisted of a dark blue suit with a pair of metallic bracers over his arms, an upper chest armor, and a cape that extends from his shoulder to the bottom of his feet.
And his companion has an attire that shared quite the ridiculousness. A purple scarf, a black bodysuit, a ponytail?
He could barely guess that the man was a man at all. He looked feminine. His hips were slim, and the face contributed even more to his assumption.
The wound gaps in his skin closed in, as he could feel the energy coming back to him. His muscles began to contract, eagerly attempting to stand back to his feet.
Using the newfound strength, he advanced forward, swinging his blade-attached arm to the side...
Flashy Flash pivoted to his direction, using his own blade to intercept the attack, "You're still alive?"
Royal Ripper chuckled, "Shouldda done a crosscheck before assumin' shit."
He glanced to the left, seeing that the other ninja was moving forward towards him, thrusting his blade as well.
He used his other arm to intercept the trajectory of the blade, preventing it from making contact with his skin, "And you, you're Sonic, aren't you?"
Sonic wryly smiled, attempting to push the monster back.
Royal Ripper pushed each of their respective blades away, staggering them back. Seeing an opening, he took the initiative to attempt to pierce their sides into the ground by thrusting both of his arms forward.
However..
They were fast enough to recover themselves, evading the attack's path just as easily.
Wha-?!
Both the heroes took their turns as they sliced the monsters apart, each of them continuing the assault relentlessly.
Gritting his teeth, he used up a hefty amount of energy stored in his body to reverse the damage. His senses dilated, his eyes narrowed as he tried to focus on predicting the patterns of the attack.
But it was no use.
They were too fast.
The patterns were erratic, unpredictable, as if they were dancing on a whim. He growled, using his senses to block out as much attacks as he can, but some of them managed to graze his skin, and in turn, cut his bandages loose.
He hopped back, trying to avoid the frenzy, keeping his distance from the ninja's. He needed to whip out a feasible plan as soon as he can.
But the ninjas were already caught up to him. He tried to retaliate, but one of them grabbed him by his back, before pinning him into the ground.
Flashy Flash leaned forward, letting his blade brush against the tip of the monster's skin, "You might want to start talking."
"What-?"
"Acquiring the ninjas as an ally is no easy feat. I thought they've already isolated themselves from the outside world ever since the massacre." Flashy Flash said, pressing his weight even more into the monster, "I was told that you were at the center of it all. Sort of like a team leader. What did you say to them? Words of solace, perhaps?"
Sonic crossed his arms, "Perhaps he coaxed them into thinking that working with him will bring them back to the glorious days."
"That won't be happening anytime soon." Flashy Flash scoffed. He then turned his attention back to Royal Ripper, "How many of them are still out there, exactly? Excluding the ones that participated in this abduction plan of yours, I'm sure you've got them stashed somrwhere."
"...I get it now." Ripper Royal's throat rattled, building up into a contagious laughter, "Hah! You're their 44th graduate, aren't you?! They told me a lot about you!! Woah, man, the way you mercilessly butchered the children, poisoned the elderlies, disembowled the men. I didn't believe it at first, but man you sure have quite the temper. I'm assuming you went out of retirement just for the sake of getting back at them?"
Flashy Flash tightened his grip on the monster even more, "You didn't answer my question."
"And what seems to be the problem? All this chaos and the thing that you're concerned about the most are the ninjas?!"
"You don't know what they did, what lengths they will go to in order to get what they want. Then, came along you, boosting their morale and providing them with additional troops." Flashy Flash grabbed him by his hair, "Some of them have already been taken care of, but god knows how many of them are waiting out there."
Flashy Flash then continued, "Last chance to talk."
"I'm not telling you shit!" Royal Ripper used his foot to propel Flashy Flash away from him, breaking free effectively, before neatly landing on his feet.
"Oh, now you're resisting!" Sonic rushed forward, drawing his blade, spinning it around at an inhumane speed. Royal Ripper quickly caught on to the attack, dodging it by ducking to the side.
He lunged his blade-attached arms forward, aiming to pierce the ninja's ribcage.
Sonic hardly missed it by an inch, the tip of his blade slightly grazing his bodysuit. Luckily, none of it touched his skin. The shredded fabric floated in the air, settling into the ground between the two combatants.
"A little faster and that would've been it for you." Royal Ripper clashed his blades against each other.
"You used up your freebie," Sonic spun his blade around, preparing a fighting stance, "But you're naive if you think that I'm going to let you have another go at it."
Royal Ripper sensed something approaching him from behind. He quickly jumped over the altitude of the blur, slightly surprised by how precise his movement was getting.
Flashy Flash halted besides Sonic, remarking, "You've gotten a little faster."
Royal Ripper bent his neck to the side, letting out an audible cracking sound, "No. You're just growing more and more easy to read."
...
King hoisted Silverfang by his shoulder, letting the other man to walk at his own pace..
Letting out a raspy grunt, he said, "I need to go back.."
"They're taking care of it, Takehiko-san." King reassured.
"The students..." Silverfang muttered, clicking in and out of his consciousness, his vision rapidly plumetting.
"They're safe with Flashy Flash."
Silverfang coughed a little, before saying, "He's here as well...?"
"Yep. And Sonic too. As unstable as that guy is, we have no choice but to rely on him as well." King said as he stepped up the stairs to the front door of the dorms, "But don't worry, while they stall for time, I'll try to carry the students back here along with you."
"..ah, thank you, King." Silverfang coughed again. King gently laid the former principal down on the couch, as he settled into it. His body was frail as it is now, unable to function as it did before, "You mind...if I check out for a little bit?"
"Yeah, yeah, you can." King nodded, "No problem." He said as he walked towards the exit door. He contemplated keeping his end of the bargain.
Man...fuck it, might as well let loose.
..
Isamu lost the track of time as he sprinted across the alleyway, holding Rengoku by his hand. He didn't know how much time he had left since the initial shot. Last time he checked, it was around...four and a half hours left?
And so much time has passed since then. He gave the kid a quick glance. Seeing how terrified he was, he gave him a reassuring smile. That seemed to sooth him, at least temporarily.
This moment was completely throttled when something dropped from above. An unlikely guest came to prevent them from going even further.
"Going somewhere, kiddos?" The man said maliciously.
How did he...?!
Isamu quickly reached for the barrier device in his bag, only..
It has lost a lot of it's power.
Shit!
He puts a shielding hand in front of Rengoku, maintaining a stern look. Muscular was amused by the gesture, "Last time we fought, you had a broken rib. Want me to break the other one?"
Isamu didn't respond. Four mechanical arms sprang forward, suspending the hero in the air.
"Oh, now we're gettin' to the real event." Muscular clenched his fists, "But don't worry, I'll make your death a short and sweet experience."
Isamu quickly grabbed Rengoku with his mechanical arms, before using the others to climb up the walls.
Muscular frowned, "Running away now?!"
Isamu never relented. When he reached the ledge, he quickly climbed up on top of it, before propelling himself with the arms forward, bringing Rengoku along with him.
Running across the rooftop, he peeked back, only to catch the glimpse of the villain following them suit, "Heyyyy, the game's not over yet, ya really want to bail on me already?!"
Isamu quickly turned around, throwing three amounts of spherical devices across the ground, then, a decent dose of smoke engulfed the villain, obstructing his vision.
Isamu turned his attention back to Rengoku, placing him down, "Stay here and wait. Use this when something comes up." He tossed him a rectangular device, "Just press the button, and a robot will make itself known to help you."
Rengoku nodded, as Isamu propelled himself forward, grabbing the villain by his collar with the mechanical arms, dragging him down below. The wind brushed against him as they plummet down. When they were close to the ground, Isamu slammed the villain down ardently using the mechanical arm, causing the ground to shake and form a crevice that extended a few meters on each side.
Muscular chuckled, "As expected, that was just a ruse to divert my attention away from that other kid, wasn't it? That's not going to help either of you in the long run. After I'm done with you, I'll be sure to take it slowly when I kill him."
"That's not gonna happen." Isamu asserted.
"We'll see." Muscular challenged, bending the mechanical arm backwards, as electricity sparkled into every direction, "Lousy gadgets like these aren't going to help your case, brat."
Isamu retaliated by using his other mechanical arms to immobilise the villain, but he quickly caught it, before pulling it apart, throwing Isamu into the oppsite direction.
Isamu quickly recovered himself with his failing actuators. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out three objects from his pocket, tossing them into the ground, as three, animal-oriented robots materialised themselves, "Should've used these the first time around." Isamu remarked to himself.
The robots lunged at the villain, each of them shooting out a couple of missiles after him.
The villain simply took them on, remaining unscathed, walking at a painfully slow pace. The robots's arms shot out a pair of blades respectively, charging at him.
One swing after another, the blade's fragments fell into the ground, each of them failing to pierce Muscular's skin in the slightest.
Muscular simply bent his lips upwards, as he advanced forward, grabbing each of the robots arms, twisting them slowly. Electricity seeped through the gaps, as the power inside of them died down. The robots collapsed into the ground; Muscular stared Isamu down, his eyes glinting with malice, "Using feeble toys to fight now, are we? Seriously, you would've had a better chance fighting with your fists, and that's saying something."
That was when Isamu knew..
That he was out of his depth here.
...
Izuku maneuvered himself tidily, sliding across the ground as the monsters chased after him. Leading them away from the doorsteps of the dorms, he steadily kept his pace as the monsters violently slashed at him.
He halted, using his feet to propel himself forward, going through one of the monsters chest, blood splattering into every direction. Covered by innards, Izuku wiped some of the blood off his clothes.
Their elimination is imperative. Morals? They needed to be tossed aside at times like this. Everyone might be disappointed in him down the line, but putting villains out of the picture permanently will greatly increase the chances of the criminal rates plumetting down drastically.
Dragging the corpse and tossing them forward, he used this as a gesture of challenge, to rile them up even more, to disorient their focus.
However.
A particular monster stepped forward, ine that greatly resembled the form of a bug. Two antennas protruded from it's head, two large incisors protruding from the sides of his mouth, his five eyes tinted with fiery furnace, and he exhibited an extraordinarily body muscle. He held his hands in front of the other monsters, "Stop where you are. I know what this brat is trying to do. A provocation works best in order to control a multitude of opponents."
Izuku eyed him with interest.
"You must be his accomplice." He said, taking a step forward, "I must say, I didn't expect for you to be far more violent than he is."
"Are you referring to.."
"Yeah. I met him once. I guess I know where you got that tenacity from. However, I can distinguish one feature that separates you from him: Your indifference towards the deaths of the monsters that you fought against." He said.
Izuku's expression wavered for a bit, but he suppressed it, "It's necessary."
"And you believe your mentor would think likewise?" He chuckled, "You know, in another lifetime, you could've been a great asset."
Izuku felt nauseous at the thought of him being on the side of these despicable things.
"I guess that's out of the way now, is it?" Bug God exhaled, as he turned around to the other monsters. He took a deep breath in, before opening his eyes, disappearing into a blur; he reappeared in the area he was previously in.
Subsequently, the monsters behind him collapsed into the ground, blood gushing out of their bodies, piling on the ground as it formed a reservoir.
Izuku was taken aback by his action.
"Just so you know, fighting these small fries would serve you nothing but a wasted time." Bug God clarified, cracking his knuckles, "The conflict ends with me. If I win, you and the other fodders will be coming with me. However, if you win, I'll be more than happy to accept my death. Does that sound like a fair deal?"
Izuku contemplated for a second, "...you could've increased your chances of winning using the other monsters as a distraction."
"Could I?" Bug God chuckled, "Face it, you could've ended them within the matter of seconds."
"What are you trying to imply?"
"I'm implying exactly what I meant to imply. You're one sadistic bastard." Bug God chuckled, "But I digress." His wings vibrated, as he slightly levitated off of the ground, his feet hanging like a thread, "Come, and claim your freedom."
Izuku attempted to make the first move, however, his head strained him from doing so. Tiny bits of blood began to swim downwards, as his head began to spin.
The wound opened again. Shit.
He shook himself, trying to suppress the fatigue.
Bug God took a note of this occurence, but he refrained from saying anything.
Izuku clenched his fists, sprinting forward as the dust debris flew backwards from his feet. He appeared in a straight blur, his fist cocked back.
Bug God quickly thrusted his fist forward, colliding with Izuku's, causing a large portion of the landscape around them to be left in tatters, shockwaves rippled into every direction. Buildings rattled, the ground shook, and the air rippled, as the combatants traded their fists against each other. Izuku tilted his shoulder, as his head ducked under the incoming fist, delivering a devastating hit towards the monster's torso. The monster took the hit head on, with some complications. Pushing the fist away with his body, he swung his fist downwards towards Izuku's head, causing the tear in his wound to broaden.
Izuku yanked his head back as he saw the next incoming fist. His stance faltered as the mist began to encircle his vision. The monster advanced forward, wrapping his arms around the boy's collar, their bodies gyrating in the air as the wind swirled around them. Finally, the wind dispersed; Bug God slammed the boy into the ground with his fist, leaving a large crevice that extends vertically on the tattered ground.
Bug God slowly rose up to his feet, taking in the battered form of the boy beneath him.
"Heh.." Bug God let out a pant escape from his lips, his decadent wings began to settle down, "Not even close."
Izuku's body shook as he made an attempt to stand up, but he lost all the means to do so.
Without warning, he could feel a pair of arms grabbing him by the collar, raising him up into the air, as he was forced to stare into the eyes of the monster in front of him.
"Looks like this is the end of the line." Bug God leaned forward with a demeaning smile, "You might want to hold up your end of the bargain, Midoriya."
...
Aizawa hopped from one rooftop into another, his goggles still covering the red tint in his eyes. When he landed on the last rooftop, he caught the glimpse of a kid standing around near one of the ledges. He made the incentive to approach him, prudently shooting his gaze back and forth to look for any potential assailants.
He found none.
But this begs the question, what the hell is a kid like him doing all the way in a rooftop?
Goddamn it, this may put a delay on his trip to the dorms. He only hoped that Yagi was present to avert any consequential outcomes that he dreaded may happen, seeing how that buffoon can be a bit oblivious at times.
The kid noticed him, and cowered slightly, but he put up a reassuring gesture, "Hey, kid, I'm not here to hurt you."
However, the kid raised hand up, revealing a device of some kind resting on his palm. He did it as a sign of retaliation, Aizawa assumed.
He gently approached the child, bending his back forward, stretching his hand at a leisurely pace, "What's your name?" He asked.
"What's it to you?" The kid answered with a trembling voice.
Aizawa replied, "Kid," He sighed, before continuing, "If I wanted to hurt you, I could've done it the moment I landed on this rooftop. Besides, don't you recognise me?"
The kid answered with a firm, "No."
..
Oh, right. He mentally slapped himself for that. Being an underground pro-hero may have it's own merits, but some of the downsides can be as painful as the media's constant pestering at certain times.
Aizawa continued, "Look, if you could just...cooperate, you'd save the lives of your peers."
"What?"
"Let's just say that the revered 'Hero Organisation' of this country isn't as benevolent as you might think, and they're invading a school dorms as we speak." Aizawa rubbed his temples.
The kid's eyes perked up, "A school dorms?"
"Yeah. I'm in a bit of a hurry right now, so could you just put your fears aside and let me take you somewhere secure?"
"Isamu ordered me to stay put, though..." The kid replied.
"Isamu- as in, that kid, Child Emperor?" Aizawa raised his brow, "He's here?"
"Ye-"
Before the either of them can continue, suddenly, a blur made itself known in the air; the blur eventually fell into the same rooftop that they were standing on.
Both Aizawa and the kid slowly tilted their heads towards the engulfing smoke. When it subsided, Isamu's unconscious body could be seen laying on the ground, threatening to slip off from the edge of the rooftop.
Aizawa quickly made his move, grabbing the boy's limp body by it's arms, pulling him back to the rooftop.
He swiftly evaded an incoming projectile directed towards him to the left, the young hero's body still in his arms. He turned his attention to the perpetrator, only to see a man with a large stature, muscle fibers protruding into every direction from his skin, with an accentuating eye scar on his left side.
...
"TEN SHADOWS BURIAL!" Sonic's afterimages spread into every direction, aiming to distort the monster's focus. But Royal Ripper quickly caught on the ruse, using his keen, improved receptors to lunge after the spot where the ninja might be.
And he was spot on.
He grabbed the ninja by his collar, the spiraling wind died down.
"Unhh..! HOW-?!" Sonic couldn't finish his sentence as he was barreled into the ground, blood slipping out his lips as he laid on the dilapidated ground.
Flashy Flash advanced forward, though his speed wasn't as swift as it was before. He drew his blade, swinging it forward.
Royal Ripper quickly intercepted the path of the sword with the protruding blades in his arms, "Your might want to sit this one out. As I have made it abundantly clear, your little senior couldn't even put a dent on me."
"DAMN YOU!" Flashy Flash pushed with even more of his strength, staggering the monster a little bit.
Flashy Flash's fighting capabilities were off limits as his stamina gradually plummeted down. He was thrown off of his balance as the monster pushed with even more greater strength, "I've studied the patterns of your attacks, even before I knew you were involved. Looks like I was right on the money."
Flashy Flash's blade was tossed away, then...
He could feel a plethora of slices ardently colliding against his body, blood spluttering into the ground, forming a puddle below.
He fell to his knee, feeling the reeling pain fade away as his consciousness began to drift.
I...underestimated him..
Royal Ripper stood above the myriad of bodies ahead of him triumphantly. He closed his eyes, feeling the reeling dose of adrenaline diminishing as the sweat on his forehead trickled down his cheeks.
Suddenly, monsters and villains alike followed from the gates of the dorms. A muscular man with a scar and a bug-like monster came forward with bodies on their shoulders.
Muscular tossed the bodies of Rengoku, Aizawa, and Isamu into the ground, "I wanted to kill these lousy bastards, but seeing how generous I am, I'll let you guys have the verdict."
"Don't push your luck," Bug God tossed the prone form of Midoriya Izuku, along with two other students, into the ground, "I've fried a bigger fish than you did. One that almost put you in your place, at that."
"What did you-?!"
"Oi, oi, oi!" Royal Ripper held his hands up, "Would you two just shut the fuck up for a moment? We're achieving naught by beefing around like a couple of undisciplined kindergarteners."
Muscular yawned, "Can't we just kill these interlopers already? They have nothing to do with the Director's plans and whatnot."
"Who's to say that they wouldn't be beneficial down the line?" Bug God interjected, "We should notify the director first."
"You will do no such thing."
An air rippling beat followed right after the words were spoken.
All of the monsters turned to the same direction, where an overarching beast stood. A man with a scar that spoke volumes about his battle-hardened state, a gaze akin to a piercing axe, a stature with the equivalent refinance of the sturdy colleseum of the Roman Empire.
"A- ALL MIGHT?!" All of the monsters collectively screamed, safe for three.
"That's not-" Royal Ripper was interrupted when all of the monsters scrambled to run for their lives.
"Isn't that King?" Muscular inquired.
"Apparently, they all think he's All Might." Royal Ripper slapped his forehead.
"Hey, hey!" Bug God raised his hand, clapping to get their attentions, "Settle down, you idiots! That's not All Might!"
However, the monsters weren't listening. When the were completely scattered, leaving only the three remaining monsters, Bug God sighed in exasperation, "Alright, let's just get this over with. Kill that guy, and take these assholes back to the HQ."
The three of them collectively made their way to King, harbouring devious intents. King stood there, unwavered by their intimidation tactics. But..
On the inside...
Man. I really regret wanting to be a hero.
He closed his eyes in resignation.
I'm going to die here.
King's feet began to tremble, losing the energy to keep his stance up.
I really am going to die here.
As they began to close their distance, tears threatened to escape from King's eyes.
Oh my god, I'm going to die here.
King tried his best to maintain his stoic composure, but all of that was going to crumble..
Soon..
Oh my god..OH MY GOD!
He would...
HELP ME, YAGI-BROOOO!!!!!
Before they could continue with their advances, a voice spoke from behind. One that seized the monsters by their place, halting them from making a further movement.
"Hey."
They all collectively turned their heads around.
I- Is that...? King chirped inside his mind, the spark coming back to him.
A man could be seen from the entrance of the dorms. His most prominent attributes were the two tufts protruding from his blond hair and his slim, yet well-built physique. He sported the attire of a simple yellow jumpsuit with a golden buckle wrapped around his waist, a white cape, and a pair of red boots and red gloves.
With a low hiss, he spoke, "What the hell is going on in here?"