DOPPELGANGERS

"I can't help but notice that there's only a few kinds of robots out there," Vlad King said. "I thought I'd be more impressed."

Power Loader scoffed. "Those are just the beta prototypes. The alpha stuff is way too dangerous. I have it locked behind a password that Nezu would never guess!"

From Nezu's terminal, Alexa said, "Password accepted."

"What! How did he know the password was password1?"

Aizawa glared at him. "Really?"

"What? It made me add a number."

"Unleashing my shitty coworkers," Alexa chirped.

Maijima blanched. "No, wait, those aren't ready, put those back!" He reached for the console, only for Nezu to suplex him into the floor without leaving his chair.

A hole opened in the ground. A robotic duplicate of Aizawa leaned out, squinted up at the cloudy sky, and muttered, "Too bright outside. Where did I put my sleeping bag? I haven't had enough coffee for this. Everyone's expelled."

Aizawa's eye twitched as he examined his robotic self. He turned his icy glare on Maijima, who instinctively dug deeper into the floor. "Maijima-san, care to explain?"

From half a mile away, Present Mic cackled at the robot. "That's amazing! He nailed you perfectly!"

A robotic copy of Hizashi waltzed out and shouted, "Hey, look at me! I'm a hot-shot radio host, and I'm going to sing loud enough to wake the dead while Maijima's welding his robots together!" Robot Aizawa glowered as robot Hizashi sang Nickelback at full volume.

"Hey!" Present Mic squawked. "I do not sound like that! And Nickelback, really?"

Robot Sekijiro stomped out and scowled at robot Aizawa. "This year, my students will beat yours! I better go over to Maijima and demand he give all my students the best gear possible, and before Aizawa gets his! That will show him!"

As more and more robots marched out, more and more glares turned on Maijima. The support instructor nervously chuckled and said, "One of my students must have snuck in those voice prompts."

Still bound up, Midnight said, "Take it easy on him. It's all in good fun, right?"

The Midnight duplicate walked out, scantily clad in a bunny-eared playgirl costume and flaunting its well-crafted cleavage. "Yoo-hoo, Maijima honey, where are you? Mommy's feeling needy tonight."

The ropes fell away as Midnight stalked over to Power Loader. Sensing his imminent death, Maijima crawled back in a corner and trembled.

"Looks like somebody's been a bad boy." Midnight cracked her whip. "You need to be punished."

Over in Area C, students cowered in an alleyway as terminators and battle droids marched past. "What if we surrendered?" Mineta whispered.

"Are you crazy? You saw what they did to that other guy." The scaly teen shivered. "I can still hear him screaming."

A teacher passed by, and Mineta rushed out. "Aizawa-sensei, there's too many of them. What do we do?"

Metallic red eyes glowed balefully at them. Robot-Aizawa's capture scarf grabbed Mineta and slammed him through a building.

"You're expelled."