What's up thanks for checking out Ch.3 I really think you guys will enjoy this one. I know I had a really fun time writing it up. Please enjoy.

Ch.3 Work For It, Izuku!

Early the following Friday morning, a tall muscular mutant with red skin and four arms is hauling around junked appliances and trash.

"I'm sorry, but why am I doing this again?" The red hulk turns towards the street where Thirteen is watching him.

Thirteen walks over towards the red alien. "You need to get a handle on your...powers. This place is secluded, free of the public eye, and well hidden. The perfect place for you to train and practice. Not to mention you can do some real good for the public by removing all of this waste and trash."

"If that's the case." The red alien easily chucks the broken appliances onto the side of the road. "Then Four Arms is perfect for the job!" Four Arms flexes to emphasize his point.

Thirteen raises an eyebrow at the morphed Izuku. "Four Arms?"

Four Arms sheepishly smiles while two of his hand rub fingers and another hand rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, I've, uh, been given these aliens names."

"Oh, I guess that's alright. I don't really have a problem with it."

They will latter regret that statement.

"Where is all this trash going anyway?"

"The metal is going to U.A. where the Support Course can make great use of it. The rest is going either to the recycling plant or the dump."

"It's always good to recycle."

"Also, I wanted to show you this." Thirteen hands the red alien a binder.

Four Arms flips through the binder, reading the title. "The All-American Dream Plan?"

"A new colleague of mine wrote it up for me. It's a detailed training regiment to help you prepare for the U.A. Entrance Exam in ten months. I did however edit a few things here and there to accommodate for alien transformation training."

The four-eyed alien grips the binder a little tighter. "Do you really think I can do it?"

Thirteen places a hand on the "kid's" shoulder. "Of course."

"Thanks, I do have one question though. What's this physical and stamina training?"

"Oh, that. Well, because of the transformation time limit you need to be able to hold your own without it." Thirteen takes the binder and flips to a different page. "This will help build your strength, speed, and stamina so you can last long enough to transform after the ten-minute recharge time is up."

Fittingly the watch begins to flash red. "Speaking of ten minutes."

Izuku squeezes his arm and pats himself, a single tear forms from his eye. "Goodbye, muscles."

"Don't worry hopefully with this you'll have your own." Thirteen hands Izuku back the binder before taking a look at their phone. "But for now, you should get to school. For this morning, I just wanted to explain how we'll be going about your training."

"Right so I should come back right after school."

"Correct."

"Alright, I'll see you then. And thanks for everything."

"You're welcome."

Izuku slings his backpack over his shoulder and runs off for school with a grateful smile on his face. 'I'm going to have to work hard.' Izuku glances down at his wrist. 'It may have been luck that I found this, but...when you think about it, I haven't earned it. That's why I'll make it my goal to clean the entire beach, I'm going to train and work hard, and I'll prove that I've earned this gift. And I won't let anything stop me from becoming a hero!'

Izuku pushed through the school day, the only thing on his mind was his preparation work for the U.A. Entrance Exam. After reading through the entire "All-American Dream Plan", why does that sound like something All Might would write up, he figures that he should try and fit in as much physical training as he can in his off hours: home, school, etc.

Izuku writes all of his ideas down into his regular school notebook, not wanting to risk attract Bakugou's attention again with either his hero nor alien notebooks. To be honest, the hot tempered and foulmouthed blonde has actually been behaving himself today… well, he's still cursing and shouting at people, but he has yet to blow anybody up. So, that's a good sign. Right?

At the end of the school day, an arm flings itself onto Izuku's shoulders.

Henzu Uuichi nonchalantly smiles as Izuku freezes up thinking he was Bakugou. "Hey buddy, sorry for flaking out on you yesterday, but I needed to blow off some steam."

"Y-yeah, I understand." Izuku shy looks away. "But...what got you so upset?"

"Nothing really there's just this guy that's been bugging a friend of mine and he won't cut it out. I tried to get him to go away, but it didn't work out the way I wanted it to."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

'Dude, you're so naive.' Henzu smiles anyway. "Thanks man." The black-haired teen spots Izuku's watch. Henzu's eyes widen in surprise and annoyance, recognizing the green symbol as the same one that black-skinned tentacled hero was wearing when he rescued Bakugou. "Cool, watch. Where'd you get it?"

Izuku pulls the watch out of sight. "I-it was…a gift! Yeah, a very special gift." Henzu doesn't look convinced. "Um, it came from...um, a...very kind and...friendly store owner...that I know..." Izuku is sweating profusely as Henzu considers his answer.

"Is that so?" Henzu shrugs. "I have no reason to doubt ya. So, you wanna get a bite to eat."

"Um, sure but really quick I have somewhere to be later."

"Sweet, what is it you have planned?"

"I have, um…training." Izuku flinches expecting a bad response.

Henzu frowns. "Training? For what-oh, don't tell me."

Izuku shyly presses his fingers together. "Well the test is ten months away so I should start training sooner rather than later."

"Dude, although I like your resolve, and this is going to sound harsh, but I gotta ask. Why are you doing this to yourself?"

Izuku silently gasps before asking in a near silent whisper. "What do you mean?"

The rugged teen sighs heavily in annoyance and disappointment. "You. Are. Quirkless!" Izuku's heart drops. "Even if you train as hard as you possibly can, even if you get accepted. You'll always be at a major disadvantage; you'll never be able to compete on the same level as everyone else."

Izuku is shaking, his breathing is hitched, but he does his best to come up with a reply. "You...don't know that. I can…still give it a try, can't I?"

Henzu tsks. "Whatever, I still think you're wasting your time. Hell, I still don't know what you see in heroes."

Izuku immediately becomes defensive. "But they're so cool thei-"

"Save me the propaganda, man." Henzu waves Izuku off before stomping away.

"W-where are you going? Aren't we going to get something to eat?"

Henzu's hand grazes a nearby light switch, absorbing the electricity. "Na, I lost my appetite. Instead, I'm going to go blow off some steam." A small amount of electricity discharges from his hand as the dark-marks under his eyes spread further down his face. Henzu smiles maliciously. 'Or maybe I'll go beat up some whelp for some sweet cash.'

Izuku watches as his disgruntled friend marches away. "There he goes…" Izuku takes his time leaving the school. 'What he said hurts, but I know that he means well… Besides, I've got the watch now.' A small smile begins to form. 'I can compete and stand tall with everyone else. That's why I'm training to get stronger, to get better, to become a hero!' Smiling brightly and with a glint in his eye Izuku looks towards a bright future. "I will become a hero that saves everyone with a smile!" Smiling with glee Izuku sprints towards the beach and his goals.

And so, began Izuku's hellish training under Thirteen's supervision and coaching. The rescue hero's experience as a teacher really pulled through in keeping the teen motivated. Every week they would focus the training on one alien transformation for example one-week Izuku practiced using Feedback's powers and abilities by absorbing electricity from abandoned electronics and then blasting designated target (trash) across the dump site. The next week, XLR8 was running around the trash while also avoiding being sucked up by surprise attacks from Thirteen. The following week, Thirteen provided many different types of puzzles, questions, and equations to test Grey Matter's knowledge; they also had the little Galvin run across the junk piles as if in an obstacle course. The fourth week, Four Arms was hauling tons of trash across the beach with various techniques. However, what was the most grueling thing for Izuku was when he wasn't in alien form. Whenever the watch timed out, Thirteen would have him train his body for an hour before he was allowed to continue practicing. While as a human, Thirteen would have him haul trash through various methods as to help develop all of his muscles rather than a select few, even bringing out exercise equipment every now and then.

Then of course there was Izuku's own personal training regimen. He began the habit of doing small exercises while in class by bringing in smaller weights, he would jog early in the mornings, and he even got his mother to cook healthier foods for him. He also stopped using the watch outside of training just in case he ran into Bakugou or Henzu in one of his altered forms.

Throughout his training he did manage to make time to hang out with his best friend, Henzu. Even if most of the time it results in Izuku having a heart attack or getting into trouble. Much to his mother's dismay. She really doesn't approve of Izuku's friendship with the delinquent, but she allows it cause he's her son's only friend.

As for school, Izuku managed to keep up and excel in his classes. Partially because Thirteen would actually allow Izuku to use Grey Matter to do some of his homework as to test the alien's intellect; heck, it's actually gotten to the point that Thirteen brought in some advanced workbooks from U.A. Another plus side is that Bakugou seemingly decided to outright ignore his childhood friend, but every now and then he tried to put Izuku's in what he thinks is his place.

And this is what Izuku's life was like for the next month. Throughout the month he also learned a few things about the Plumbers and aliens. So, yes aliens to live on Earth but they keep their presence on the down low and keep to themselves most of the time. Most of them can easily blend into modern day society since they can pass themselves off as having mutation type quirks. However, there is not that large of a population of aliens on Earth for serval reason: no real reason to come to Earth, the earthlings have yet to achieve efficient space travel, but mainly because of the heroes and quirks. With such powerful heroes that are trained to take on powerful villains it's a bit of a risk to have one discover their identity for fear that the public will see them as a threat. Plus, even conquering cultures of alien don't interact with Earth seeing it as too much of a challenge and a waste of resources. That leaves a small population of quiet and peaceful aliens that choose to make Earth their home. Because of this these aliens don't cause any trouble hence why the Plumbers in Japan are understaffed: there isn't a lot of reason to prioritize resources for a division that gets no trouble from the aliens they're supposed to be monitoring. And as things are now that's not really going to change any time soon.

Somewhere above Earth's orbit a damaged spacecruiser is currently undergoing repairs. Within the medical bay there is a large cylindrical recovery tank that's filled with tentacle-like wires all of which are attached to a green-skinned octopus-like alien in a comatose like state. Nearly half of its body is burned away with much of the body missing such as an entire leg and arm, and even part of its upper body.

A red and black humanoid-drone approaches the tank while observing a monitor. "Vitals are stable. Waking in 3, 2, 1. Greetings master."

The commander awakens from within the tank a respirator attached to his mouth is assisting his breathing. Taking a heavy and painful breath the alien speaks between gasps. "How…long…have…I been…like this?"

The monitor drone replies. "730 hours."

"I've…been unconscious…for a month… Report! Where is…the Omnitrix?"

"The Omnitrix is not in our possession."

The alien commander is so angry that he would destroy the monitor drone if he could. "What?! The battle… nearly cost me my life! And you say… the Omnitrix is not in my possession!"

"Sensors indicated that a probe was jettisoned from the ship before it was destroyed, and it landed on the planet below." The monitor drone generates a projection of Earth. "While you were under, master, we have been monitoring the Omnitrix. We've been able to pinpoint when and where the Omnitrix has been activated."

"Use?! As in someone… has already claimed it?!"

"Yes."

"Have you…tracked it down?"

"Yes, the wearer of the Omnitrix seems to be located on Earth in a country called… Japan."

For a split second, the commander looks surprised and then intrigued. "Earth…I know of it. It's the Firebreather's home world. And if I'm not mistaken many beings on that planet…are equipped with unique powers and abilities." The commander considers his options. "This complicates everything…if the population of this planet become wise to my intentions…there is no thought that they will rise up to challenge me… I need to think about this…strategically."

It's Friday, and Izuku had agreed to meet Thirteen near the warehouse district.

As Izuku nears the warehouse that Thirteen directed him to, he excitedly ran up to his trainer, who is already waiting for him there. "HI, THIRTEEN!"

Thirteen futilely tries to cover their ears. "You have got to stop doing that."

"Sorry. So, why are we here?"

"We are here because you need a change of pace."

"Excuse me?"

Thirteen gives Izuku a stern look. "You've been over exerting yourself." Izuku rightfully looks ashamed, probably for being caught. "The All-American Dream Plan was designed to efficiently get you in shape while making sure that you could handle it. However, you haven't been following it instead you've been pushing yourself far too much."

Izuku looks away in embarrassment. "How could you tell?"

"When you're a teacher you pick up on things like this." Thirteen chuckles to themselves. "So, I figured why not change things up for today. For today we will be doing some Plumber business."

"Huh, like a mission?" Izuku smiles excitedly.

"No, no, nothing like that. This is more of a… inspection."

"Inspection?" Izuku looks at the large warehouse. "Does it have anything to do with this building?"

Thirteen smiles and waves Izuku towards the doors. "Follow me and find out. Oh, and try not to get over excited, alright? It may start a panic." Thirteen opens the large metal doors, stepping inside.

Izuku hesitates before following, he has no idea what he's in for. Is he entering a secret alien base, an alien hive? Just what kind of horrible monstrosities wait for our young hero within this gigantic warehouse?

A grocery store apparently. Yup, just a very large and normal grocery store. Well mostly normal as long as you can ignore the nonhuman shoppers, bizarre foods and products, and the strange smells. Aliens, not humans with mutation, but real alien from across the cosmos are going about their business. Each one of them is different they're slimy, creepy, fast, and strong they're every shape and size! Each one more bizarre than the last. Some however are wearing regular human clothing, since most if not all of them can pass as mutated humans. For example, there is a pink rabbit-like alien with what looks like metal encases his yellow eyes who's buying a bag of tentacles. There's a fat alien with pale-pink and dull purple skin with a large round nose, four eye balls, and a blue tongue the yellow Hawaiian shirt is nice thou. There's also an alien that has an egg like exoskeleton with the top half made of glass, two thin robot arms on the side, and a metal mouth mimicking sharp teeth in the front within the egg are two eye balls held up by a green like slime. Obviously, some have an easier time blending in than others.

And they are all shopping for delicacies, products, and supplies that are literally out of this world. Hell, some of the food products still look alive.

"This is amazing!" Izuku furiously scribbles away into his "Hero Transformation #1" Notebook making new sections for aliens not in the watch, alien items, and other information.

Thirteen tries to quiet down the excitable teen. "Midoriya, stop. You're scaring everybody."

Indeed, the strange aliens are ironically weirded out by the kid's muttering and frantic writing. Some even leave the store, worried about their status as aliens being exposed.

Thirteen eventually has to drag Izuku by the collar because he's too absorbed in his hobby.

The space hero drags Izuku towards a food counter near the center of the giant store. Behind the counter is an elderly gentleman who's busy restocking cans. "How are you doing today, Mr. Baumann?"

Izuku stops writing as a sense of dread runs down his spine.

Mr. Baumann sets down the last of the cans before turning around with a friendly smile. "I'm doing well thanks for asking, Thirteen… wait, Izuku?!"

The teen and old man stared at each other for a few seconds, unsure about what to do. "What are you doing here/What are you doing here?!" They both ask at the same time.

Thirteen raises an eyebrow. "You two know each other?"

Izuku is the one to reply. "Yeah. We're neighbors."

Mr. Baumann gives the teen a suspicious look. "Yes. And last time I checked you're no alien." Izuku opens his mouth to ask a question but the shopkeeper beats him to it. "And no! Before you ask, I am not an alien."

Thirteen claps their hand together. "Well this makes things easier, I wanted Midoriya to get acquainted and familiar with this place."

Mr. Baumann slams his fists onto the counter. "No, no, no! Get out. Get out! Get out!" He jabs a finger in Izuku's face making the teen flinch. "I will not have this walking disaster in my shop!"

Izuku raises his hands in surrender while smiling sheepishly. "So, you're still mad about your car?"

Mr. Baumann leers into Izuku's quivering face. "I'm furious."

Thirteen cups their chin. "Car? Wait, was that the one you fried as Feedback?"

Mr. Baumann raises an eyebrow. "Feedback?"

"Oh, yeah there's another reason why we came to you today." Thirteen leans in raising their hand to cover their mouth, which is unnecessary since they already wear a dark helmet at all times. "We need to inspect a few things…outback."

The old man becomes silent, he walks away from the counter towards the south end of the store. Silently, Thirteen gestures for them and Izuku to follow. Mr. Baumann gets to the back of the store there he takes them to the back room. From there Mr. Baumann heads to the freezer, leaving the other two outside, there he reveals a hidden keypad behind some hanging meat, and he types in a code. In the backroom with Izuku and Thirteen a hidden door opens up from the wall revealing a secret panic room. Mr. Baumann locks the freezer room as Thirteen leads Izuku inside, once inside Mr. Baumann locks the room shut.

After making sure that no one is spy on them Mr. Baumann speaks. "Alright, let's make this quick. The sooner you're out of here the better." He glares at Izuku when he said that last part.

"Oh, come on Mr. Baumann that's not fair."

Mr. Baumann simply grumbles to himself in response, trying not to curse in front of a pro hero and a plumber.

Thirteen steps in before the situation escalates. "Let's move on shall we." The Plumber gestures for the teen to hold up his left wrist. "Please, take a look at this."

Mr. Baumann leans into to examine Izuku's watch. "What is it supposed to be?"

Thirteen can't help but admit that they feel a little disappointed by that answer. "We were hoping you could tell us."

Izuku finally snaps, not completely understanding why they're here. "I'm sorry, but what can Mr. Baumann tell us about it? I mean I once had to show him how to record stuff on the TV."

Mr. Baumann was about to scold the boy but Thirteen cut him off.

"Mr. Baumann owns one of if not the best intergalactic grocery stores in all of Japan. Meaning any and all alien lifeforms come here to shop. Making Mr. Baumann one of the best informants out there since he has direct access to gossip, rumors, and other information."

Mr. Baumann adjust his glasses, examining the watch. "Tell me, what do you know about it?"

"It's a device that transformers the wearer's DNA to that of several different alien species, albeit for ten minutes at a time."

Mr. Baumann takes a minute to think. "Hmmm, sorry but I've never heard of anything like this before." A thought crosses the storeowner's mind that makes him frown. "Does your mother know about this young man?"

Izuku's legs begin to tremble. "Um, well, no not exactly." At least Izuku has the sense to look ashamed.

Mr. Baumann shakes his head in disapproval. "I guess it's not my place to say anything." Another thought enters his mind and his deposition turns to anger. "Wait a minute! You were wearing that thing when I lectured you a month ago."

Izuku blanches. "Y-yes."

"So, you lied about the faulty wiring accident?"

Izuku gives Mr. Baumann a sheepish smile.

Mr. Baumann facepalms. "I can't believe I bought that story. You're going to pay back the damage you did to my car!"

"B-but Mr. Baumann!"

"No, buts! You're going to take responsibility for what you did."

Thirteen sees an opportunity here. "Actually, this will be mutually beneficial for everyone."

Not taking his eyes off Izuku, Mr. Baumann inquires clarification. "How so?"

"Midoriya, will work here at your store every Saturday to pay off the damages."

Izuku's eyes would have popped out of his head if they weren't attached to his skull. "What?! But what about training?"

"You've been pushing yourself too hard. Working here will allow you to take it relatively easy while also getting familiar with the alien community in Japan."

Izuku considers the proposal such as the fact that he can meet new aliens and learn a whole lot from them. "I guess that works for me."

Thirteen and Izuku look to Mr. Baumann. "I suppose it works for me as well."

Thirteen nods their head in approval. "Good," They turn towards the greenette. "also, I think we can work in some more alien practice while you're here."

Izuku immediately perks up. "Really? How?"

Thirteen grabs the watch, activating the dial. "Go ahead and try this alien out, it's a real team player."

Izuku gives his mentor a very curious look.

The monitor drone sprints towards his greatly wounded commander. "Master, the sensors have detected the Omnitrix."

The alien commander remains silent for a moment.

"Send an infiltration drone…to retrieve the Omnitrix!" The commander has a coughing fit, after calming down he continues. "Kill the wielder…of the Omnitrix…if that is…required."

"Clean up on aisle 9!"

"That'll be 39,126.77 yen."

"Can anyone tell me where we keep the flubbergusts?"

"Ah, figure it out for yourself buddy."

"Excuse me customers there is a 20% discount off all blue milk."

The number of aliens inside Mr. Baumann's store has greatly increased, however, most of the alien population is actually one person.

Running around the store are child sized aliens, all of which are wearing a miniature version of Mr. Baumann's dark pink store apron.

The aliens have white skin, a black and white face, and black shoulders. The little employees' hands are large with 4 digits and stubby feet. They each have three fin-like growths on their heads, and gem-like orbs on their arms and waists.

While the little aliens around about, Mr. Baumann is busy hand drying a glass cup with a contempt smile on his face, enjoying the lack of stress and work. "This is working out better than I thought."

Thirteen who is sitting at the booth nods. "Agreed."

One of the short aliens sits next to the Plumber. "Yeah, I'll say." The slacking alien takes a sip from his soda.

Mr. Baumann's eyebrows scrunch. "Shouldn't you be working?"

"I'm taking my break."

Thirteen and Mr. Baumann glace over to a second clone that's seated next to the first. This clone however is writing away in his notebook. "I'm just doing some observations. Don't mind me."

Mr. Baumann and Thirteen stare blankly.

Mr. Baumann shrugs. "I guess it doesn't matter."

Thirteen gains the two aliens' attention. "So, how's the new alien."

The clones smile brightly. "He's awesome."

The second clone nods in agreement. "Ditto"

The first clone looks over to his counterpart. "Oh, that's a good name!"

The other clone scratches his head. "I'm not so sure."

"Then let's put it to a vote. All those in favor of the name Ditto say aye." In less than a second a small army of clones multiply out from the first alien, and all together they state their votes. "Aye!"

The first clone jumps for joy. "And democracy has won the day!"

"This election was rigged!"

Mr. Baumann rubs his head trying to prevent a migraine. "Quiet down all of you! And get back to work!"

Nearly the entire army of Dittos salute in response. "Yes, sir!" They then disperse across the store to help in various tasks, minus the first Ditto who took his seat back.

"You know Izuku at this rate you'll pay up your debt in another month or less."

"Sweet." Ditto looks up towards Mr. Baumann with a hopeful glint in his eyes. "So, all is forgiven?"

Mr. Baumann scrunches up his face in thought before giving a calm smiling. "All is forgiven."

"Woohoo!"

A knocking can be heard from behind the large entrance doors.

A Ditto manning a checkout booth is the first to hear it. The knocking continues.

The little clone decides to see what's making the continuous noise. "Alright. Alright! I'm coming. I'm com-GAH!" A decent sized explosion sends the Ditto flying.

Mr. Baumann, Thirteen, and the rest of the Dittos stand at attention hearing the blast and the clone's scream of surprise.

Back near the entrance the down Ditto rubs his head as some of his fellow comrades help him up.

One of the customers an alien that kinda looks like they're flesh is made of marshmallows yells out in fear. "What the heck is that?!"

A 40-foot-tall red and orange robot bursts through the entrance. The tall attack drone has humanoid like features, large metal claws, large red insect-like eyes, and three insectoid legs.

The alien customers begin to scream and panic as they make their way to the exits all the while Mr. Baumann, Thirteen, and other Dittos get them all to safety.

The assault drone steps forward locking onto the surprised and cowering Dittos, specifically onto the symbols on their heads. The robot's eyes glow red as a laser beam fire out.

Acting fast the Dittos merge into one clone to avoid the beam. The remaining Ditto scrambles away in fear screaming all the way.

The robot gives chase shooting lasers at the fleeing alien. As the robot rampages the other extraterrestrials are stampeding away, one of the Dittos is heavily bothered by their terrified expressions. The same Ditto glares up at the rampaging intruder.

Meanwhile, the Ditto being chased dives behind some shelves, the robot takes aim ready to blast its target. A tin can clanks off its head.

"Hey buddy!" The robot turns its metallic head. "If you mess with one of me, then you mess with all of me!" The Ditto holds his hands up wide as other Dittos stand with him.

The robot actually takes a step back as if wary of the increasingly large army.

"What's the matter?"

"Are we too much to handle?"

One of the clones folds his arms together looking very smug. "If you wanted a fight then you should have brought some friends with ya!"

The robot's eyes blink before taking a moment to scan the entire store picking up on all other Dittos in the area. Now fully understanding the situation the bot's metallic shoulders begin to shift and two orange and red disks fly out. The disks begin to expand until they become U.F/O shaped drones with thin insectoid arms.

The hover drones aim target lights at the bewildered Dittos.

The Dittos are too stunned to move. One of the clones deadpans a look at the clone that decided to be smug. "You just had to say something?"

The once-smug clone smiles in embarrassment.

The hover drones open fire on the Dittos who scream in fear, a few even have tears in their eyes, as they runaway.

The assault robot joins in on the onslaught blasting lasers from its eyes. The Dittos manage to avoid the blasts, but the same cannot be said about the store shelves. As the Dittos spread out so do the attackers, the latter trying to eliminate as many clones as they can.

One of the lasers detonates a little too close to one Ditto. The Ditto is blown away skidding across the ground. The morphed Izuku can feel the heat from the blast burning his arm and his harsh fall doesn't help matters.

Three other Dittos scream out at once, despite only one of them being hit. "Ouch! That hurt!"

The downed Ditto looks up at the other three. "Wait, you felt that?"

"I did!"

"I felt it, too!"

Another Ditto points at his clones. "Wait, how did you guys feel that? You weren't even hit!"

A looming shadow falls over the small group of clones. Hovering above them is one of the hover drones, aiming its blasters at the distracted aliens. As the Dittos stare up in horror as the blaster makes a buzzing sound as it prepares to fire.

The wind picks up, dust, debris, and store products begin to flow towards a single point. The hover drone gets pulled by some invisible force as food and broken shelves fly around it. Also being gravitated away, the Dittos multiply to form an alien chain that attaches itself onto a metal pole, the chain them reemerge with themselves until only one Ditto is attached to the pole.

The hover drone is eventually sucked into Thirteen's Blackhole.

Thirteen covers their finger, stopping the attack. "Midoriya you're a Splixon!"

"No, I'm an alien!"

"Yes, an alien that has shared senses!"

Another Ditto seemingly pops his head out from a pile of cans. "What does that mean?!"

"It means-" A hover drone latches onto Thirteen trying to push them away, Thirteen in turn tries to pry the enemy away. "if one clone feels pain then all clones feel it."

"Oh, is that all?"

"No!" Thirteen manages to push the drone over their head letting it fly a distance away. Thirteen activates their quirk, sucking up the hover drone. "If one of your clones die…"

A mechanical clank resounds over them drawing Thirteen's and Ditto's attention. The assault robot towers over them flexing its metallic claws that shift and change to form into dual arm cannons. The cannons begin to charge up as the metal monstrosity takes aim.

More Dittos pop out from their hiding places as the main Ditto gulps. "Then."

"We."

"All."

"DIE!"

The robot open fires sending the heroes diving for cover. Thirteen slides away towards the store's center food stall, they then jump over the counter to use it for cover. A blast launches a Ditto towards the stand. The Ditto rolls on the ground before slamming into the side of the food stall. The dizzy Ditto lands upside down against the booth.

The Ditto shakes his head, regaining his senses. "What do we do?!"

Thirteen's eyes furrow as they stand up watching as the assault robot gets distracted by other Dittos running around. "We stand and fight."

Another Ditto pops out from one of the cupboards. "What?! But what about the other heroes?! Someone must have noticed by now and called the police!"

"No, they wouldn't."

The Ditto that slammed against the booth joins Thirteen behind it. "How come?"

"There's a holographic cloaking device around the entire perimeter that prevents bystanders, and heroes, from noticing this place."

"Well…isn't that convenient?"

"It sure is." Replies the Ditto in the cupboard.

"I was being sarcastic!"

Thirteen jumps back over the counter. "Come on, we need to stop these things."

"But how?!"

"I'm a short alien, with no speed nor strength! I can't even shoot lasers! How am I supposed to help?! I mean if just one of me dies then rest of me will die!" Izuku is truly inhabiting the Dittos because each one of them in the vicinity begin to mutter and ramble on in a panic about what they/he can and cannot do.

Thirteen places a calming hand on the nearest Ditto. "Izuku." The reassuring voice, a clearly practiced and well-tuned voice that came after years of rescuing panicked victims, instantly calms Izuku right down. So much so that even the other Dittos that aren't even present quiet down as well.

Kneeling down, Thirteen looks the aliened Izuku right in the eye, their gaze silently saying that everything is going to work out. "We all have one life. Life isn't a video game where you get restarts and extra lives. This is reality. And in reality, everybody only gets one chance, one life, there are never due overs. Once, you're gone, you're gone."

Ditto frowns, feeling very scared and even smaller than he already is.

"Life is fragile but that is what makes life so precious. Because everyone only gets one life we need heroes that are willing to put their lives on the line. To ensure that the innocent can live their lives out in peace."

Izuku meets Thirteen's eyes, their words really resonating within him.

"Do you think you can risk your life for others?"

With a determined glow in his eyes, Ditto stands straighter and gives the pro hero a nod.

Thirteen nods back. "Then it's time to be a hero."

Thirteen and Ditto march towards the rampaging assault robot, more Dittos join in formation behind the two.

The remaining Dittos around the store join in, but rather than join the procession, they all morph back into each other bringing the number of Dittos down to 7.

Noticing the lack of targets the robot turns to face off against the approaching heroes.

Standing tall Ditto raises a fist and proclaims. "Bring it on you giant tin can!"

Only for the watch to flash red reverting all the Dittos back into a single bewildered Izuku.

Thirteen stares wide eyed at this new predicament. "Time for another lesson…you can't save others if you can't save yourself."

Such wisdom.

Outside the warehouse store, Mr. Baumann is running as fast as he can, which isn't really that fast, to his American 1967 muscle car. That car is his most prized possession, he'd be crazy to leave it behind and risk having it get destroyed by the manic robot or worse Izuku. He fumbles with his keys trying to unlock the door. Once unlocked he steps inside and sighs a breath of relief.

The bane of Mr. Baumann's existence bursts out of the emergency exit door screaming in terror at the top of his lungs. Izuku is in such hysteria that he slams into the side of Mr. Baumann's car denting the hood. Adrenaline allows Izuku to ignore the pain as he thrusts himself away.

As he runs the greenette shouts back an apology. "I'm sorry, Mr. Baumann!"

Mr. Baumann steps out of his car shaking his fist. "Izuku! Get back here and clean up this mess!"

The side of the store is blasted away as the assault robot smashes through it. Hanging onto its shoulder is Thirteen. The space hero does their best to wrestle the robot away from the fleeing Izuku. It works a bit, throwing the tall robot off balance. The robot side steps nearly stepping on the American muscle car. Mr. Baumann crouches down begging for the menace to not damage his car as the robot's insectoid legs dance around the vehicle nearly smashing it to bits.

The robot grabs Thirteen, prying them off of itself. Thirteen is able to pry themselves from its grip ,falling down to the cement below, and narrowly landing on Mr. Baumann's car.

Mr. Baumann watches as the robot begins to march in the direction that Izuku took off from.

Holding their head, Thirteen aims their finger directly at the robot. The gravitational pull slows the monstrosity down. In response, the robot turns its head, it's eyes light up before launching a beam at the hero. Thirteen ducks, ending their attack, with the laser whizzing past their head. The beam continues its path. Unfortunately, that path leads right towards Mr. Baumann's car. The laser passes right through the side of the car as if it was made of paper leaving a gaping circular hole right through the center.

Mr. Baumann falls to his knees as Thirteen continues the battle. "NO! Not again!"

Meanwhile, Izuku continues running with tears leaking from his eyes and a terrified expression on his face. He doesn't have a destination in mind, in truth he just keeps running. He eventually recognizes a few streets and corner stores that he usually passes by whenever he goes to Dagobah Municipal Beach from school. He figures that hiding amongst the large heaps of trash will be perfect for laying low at least until Thirteen can reach him.

It doesn't take long for Izuku to reach the involuntary junkyard; it's enough time for the watch to finish recharging. Izuku bends over breathing heavily trying to regain his breath.

Slowing down his racing heart is not Izuku's main concern rather the regret he feels is. Afterall he left Thirteen behind to face the metal menace alone. Sure, the customers and Mr. Baumann were able to escape, but that doesn't lessen the pit in his stomach. How could he leave his mentor, his teacher, the first person to believe in him, behind like that? Thirteen's last piece of advice enters his mind, that one cannot save others if they can't save themselves. This advice circles in his mind, until it clicks. There is no shame in retreating, afterall, if he stayed, he would have just been deadweight, slowing the professional hero down, and putting himself in danger. But now that he's safe, Thirteen can focus on the fight without worrying about him. Also, that robot was really scary, so it works out that he was able to escape.

Izuku smiles softly in relief. "At least I'm safe here."

The sound of a helicopter resonates overhead getting increasingly louder. Curiously, Izuku looks up, he spots the source of the noise, and his eyes expand with dread.

The assault robot crashes down onto a junk pile, smashing it into the sand and generating a cloud of dust that swirls around the metal beast. The robot towers over Izuku its beady red-eyes glowing with the intent to harm.

The instinct to run is there but Izuku's legs refuse to move. His mind replays recent events: the rampage at the store, targeting him, and Thirteen's lesson on heroism. Right now, with nobody to worry about, with no witnesses, it is the perfect time to be a hero.

"It's hero time!" Izuku slams down on his watch.

The boy can feel his body changing within the green energy. His feels his jaw lengthen and his teeth sharpening. He can feel his skin turn dry and flaky. He can even feel gaps in his neck forming. Eventually the odd sensations end.

Now standing on the beach is a tall fishman with a mouth full of protruding sharp teeth, webbed hands and feet, greenish-grey skin, and a lure like that of an angler fish sits upon its forehead.

"Woah, now this is cool."

The robot shifts, from its shoulders two more hover drones emerge.

The fishman growls. "What's the matter? Can't take me on alone?"

The assault bot slams its claw down but Izuku is too quick on his feet, ironic since he's a fish out of water. The alien fish uses the bot's arm as a springboard at the same time that the robot pulls its arm free from the sand. The force of the jump propels Izuku towards one of the hover drones. Expanding his mouth, displaying his sharp jagged teeth, Izuku takes a giant bite out of the drone. Izuku lands safely onto the sand just as the remains of the bitten drone combust and crash into a junk pile.

"Man I'm…going to have to…clean that up…later, guh."

Izuku is having trouble breathing, he's actually gasping for air. So much so that he almost feels like he's choking, like he's completely running out of oxygen. That's when he holds his neck and realizes something that should have been pretty obvious to him from the start. He has gills!

The robot and the remaining drone charge, firing lasers at the fishman. Izuku barely avoids the onslaught as he rushes towards the ocean. With a mighty leap, Izuku dives into the refreshing and breathable water. The fish alien takes deep breaths, looking down Izuku notices that his legs have merged together to become a mermaid-like tail.

Up on the beach the assault robot aims its arm cannons down towards the waves firing a barrage of lasers into the water. Acting fast, Izuku swiftly and somewhat gracefully evades them all. Meanwhile, the hover drone flies over the water trying to pinpoint him. Izuku leaps out of the water and with one chomp Izuku grabs the drone and pulls down into the water. Where it leaks oil, sparking from its gash marks before shutting down. Making sure to finish the job, Izuku lodges his sharp claws into it and using his increased strength to tear the drone in half.

"I think it's time to go after the whopper."

Izuku pops his head out of the water before diving back down just in time to avoid getting his head vaporized. The assault robot continues its barrage of attacks using its sensors to lock-on to Izuku's alien watch. Unfortunately for the tin can, Izuku is too quick for it especially in the water. Izuku lunges out of the water grabbing onto the robot's right cannon, he takes a bite ripping off the robot's arm.

"Lose something, tin can?"

The robot uses it last claw to swipe at the fishman, it hits its mark launching Izuku into the sand, and acting fast the robot pins him down.

"Apparently not."

The robot leans in its eyes glowing, aiming a laser for the fishman's head.

Not letting fear take over, Izuku grabs a metal pole and lodges it into the robot's arm. With the grip loosened Izuku wiggles free just as the laser blasts the sand. The detonation was too close and powerful that the robot's face is damaged by its own attack. The robot sparks as it straightens up, not giving it a chance to recover, Izuku tears through two of the bot's legs. The robot tips over falling onto a pile of scrap metal. A large piece of metal pierces through the robot's right shoulder making its right cannon useless. The robot shakily turns its head, sparks flying out from its eyes and neck, trying to find its target. Izuku jumps up his piercing claws at the ready, and stabs through the chest of the downed robot. The sound of gears shifting stops as the glow of the robot's eyes dim.

Izuku frees his scaly hand from the robot, taking a few deep breaths, before remembering that he needs water. Turning around Izuku dives into the shallow shore so that at least his gills are in the water.

Izuku smiles in contempt. "Ah, much better."

With his back turned he fails to notice the red-eyes blinking back to life. The robot's head shakes violently as it aims one final attack. It never gets the chance too however as it and the entire scrapheap it was laying on gets sucked up into the nothingness that is Thirteen's Blackhole.

"Midoriya, are you alright?"

Finally taking notice, Izuku reels around. "I'm real good. Ha, Thirteen you should have seen me I was ripping through these guys like they were nothing!"

Thirteen approaches the water. "Understandable, Piscciss Volanns are known for their powerful jaws that can rip through anything."

Izuku cups his chin, or where his chin would be, but fish don't have chins. "Jaws…rip. Jawsrip? No. Ripjaws? Yeah." Ripjaws smiles happy with his name, he takes a mental note to write that name down in his notebook.

After some time, Izuku turns back to normal. Together, Thirteen and him, look out to the open ocean simply enjoying the fresh ocean breeze and the gorgeous view.

Thirteen places a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Good job today, Midoriya."

Izuku is a little nervous to ask. "Really?"

"Oh, yeah. For being untrained in combat, or hero work in general, you did amazing work today."

And it's true, he not only fought off three killer robots all on his own, but he also helped guide aliens away from danger back at the store when he was Ditto. Also, because he went to the beach, he was able to avoid involving other people and heroes into the mix.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it. Though it is a bit concerning."

"What is?"

"That robot was targeting you."

"Do you think it was after the watch?"

"Maybe, can't be too certain. Who knows, maybe it just didn't like your hair."

"Why wouldn't it like my hair?! And why does that even matter?!"

Thirteen gives Izuku a deadpanned expression. "What I mean is that I have no clue why it came after you."

"Oh…"

Thirteen waves it off. "Don't worry about it. Just take the day off tomorrow, alright? And in the meantime, I have to file a report. I'll also look into what that bot was after." Thirteen doesn't look very happy, probably because this will take too much paperwork that's going to keep them up for several hours tonight.

Izuku nods. "Sounds good. Also, Thirteen…"

"Hm?"

"Thanks for saving me today."

Thirteen pats Izuku's head, fluffing up his already messy green hair. "It was no problem, no problem at all."

The alien commander examines the footage that was broadcasted by the assault robots and its drones. The commander glares at the sight of the Omnitrix upon the Splixons. The image of one of Earth's heroes interfering really frustrates him as well. And the sight of the drones being torn apart by the Piscciss Volann infuriates him to no end. The Omnitrix should be his and not in the hands of a lower life form. His entire plan, his ambitions are falling apart because of some child! Yes, the most upsetting piece of information received was that of a human child wearing the Omnitrix. The most powerful weapon in the galaxy is controlled by a being whose species haven't been able to achieve space travel. Talk about pathetic! Yet, here it is, a small boy with green hair and a freckled face is all that stands between the commander and his quest for galactic conquest. Unfortunately for the boy, this being has experience with removing obstacles that hinder his ambitions.

So how was Ch.3, did you like it? How funny were the Dittos? Was Ripjaws badass or what? Just for reference those two aliens are some of my favorites from the Ben 10 series. Let me know what ben 10 aliens are your favorites.

Also did you catch the Lilo & Stitch, Jimmy Neutron, Star Wars, and other ben 10 easter eggs? Please be sure to leave a review with your thoughts, questions, comments, etc. I'm hoping to have Ch.4 up by next week but it already looks like it's going to be a longer chapter than expected so it may take a little bit longer so please be patient for it to upload. That said I do think the wait will be worth it. Especially since I will be introducing a fan favorite character from My Hero Academia.

*I want to apologize if you thought Four Arms didn't get enough screen time. I will make up for it. I promise that he will get his time to shine.
*Just to clarify I want to introduce 1-2 new alien transformation for Izuku before he gets to U.A.
*As of now Izuku only has access to 9 aliens in the Omnitrix, however, that number will not remain that way for long but that won't happen until he gets to U.A.
*Side note, when Thirteen said they asked a "coworker" to make the exercise plan they actually asked All Might to write up them. Thirteen just didn't tell All Might who it was for.
*It wasn't much but I will be exploring the alien community in Japan a little more in later chapters. As the story progresses the alien community in Japan will be explored more and more. This was just it for now.
*Just to clarify Japan has a relatively small population of aliens living there because of high risk of being exposed if they aren't careful.