Chapter 1

I remember the smell of rotting garbage and the sound of distant sirens as I rummaged through trash cans for food. I was always on the move, never staying in one place for too long. The streets were my home, and I had to fight for every scrap of food and every ounce of shelter.

I was ten when I met Billy Butcher and Becca. I had snatched her purse from her, thinking it was a easy score. But Billy Butcher wasn't about to let some punk kid get away with his wife's belongings. He chased me down, until I was cornered against a wall.

But instead of beating me senseless, he looked at me with a mixture of anger and curiosity. Becca joined him, her eyes filled with pity. They asked me what I was doing on the streets, and I told them the same story I had told myself: that I was just a kid who had to make do.

They looked at me with something I've never seen with kindness. They took me in, fed me, and clothed me. Billy was hesitant at first, but Becca's warmth and kindness eventually won him over. We grew up together, the three of us, and for the first time in my life, I felt like I had a family. Billy taught me how to fight he even signed me of for mixed martial arts he later learned to love me like a son, but then Becca vanished on my thirteenth birthday. She left no note, no explanation. Billy was devastated, but he refused to give up on her. He kept searching for her, scouring the streets for any sign of her he searched and searched but he could never find her, it got to the point where we believed she was dead.

That's when we met Grace Mallory. She was a woman with who worked for the government and told us that a superhero was responsible for what had happened to my mother. You see we live in a world where superheroes are actually real, but Mallory showed us the truth about superheroes. She told us that they were nothing more than corporate tools, used to control and manipulate the public. And she showed us evidence that proved it - videos of superheroes committing atrocities, documents detailing their true intentions.

And then she showed us the man who had ruined our lives: Homelander the number one 'hero' in the world.

The man who had raped my mother.

The man who had destroyed my family.

I was filled with rage and hatred as I listened to her words. But Billy just looked at me with a cold calculation in his eyes. He knew exactly what he wanted to do.

We started working with Grace Mallory, taking down superheroes and exposing their corruption. We formed a team which consisted of a French guy named Frenchie and a black man named Marvin with Billy as our leader. But as time went on, things started to get complicated, and the team broke apart, 10 years later I was now twenty three and guy named Hughie Campbell joined us, and we got the old crew back together along with a new member a Japanese girl supe named Kimiko.

Things got bad when that bastard Homelander killed Madelyn Stillwell and framed us for it, we were all on the run from every form of law enforcement and as if things couln't get any crazier Billy dropped a bomb on me.

It turns out that my mother Becca was still alive, but she wasn't alone. She was with Ryan, Homelander's bastard child, turns out after Homelander assaulted her she became pregnant, and Vought put her into hiding in some fake neighborhood

I hated him on sight, cause all I could see was a mini Homelander, and the worse part was that she refused to come back with me and Billy, she said that she needed to protect that little shit and that me and Butcher would never accept him, I was hurt, it felt like now that she had a biological son and now didn't need me anymore. I grew to resent her as well.

I then took Compound V and everything changed after that. I gained powers - super strength, enhanced durability, self-healing and a banshee scream...but with those powers came new problems. I was now a superhero in my own right, but one who didn't care about the hero label, I just wanted to take down Homelander once and for all and if I had to become like them to do it so be it

To make a long story short to not bore any of you with the details we took down an evil racist supe nazi bitch named Stormfront, but we lost Becca, that little fucker Ryan had killed her because he couldn't control his power, then we took down Homelander's long lost daddy Soldier Boy and Homelander Jr went with his daddy, I always knew he couldn't be trusted and to make things worse Butcher now only had a few months left to live because of all the temporary V he took, I was pissed because he refused to take the one that would give him permeant powers but he was alright with taking one that only gave him some for 24 hours, but under my rage I was devastated I was going to lose the only father in my life, I remember crying all night in my room away from everyone, I never cried in front Butcher or anyone from the team. I went out that night wanting to get away from it all for a while trying to come to terms that I was going to lose my last parent

It was a typical night in New York City a few days after our battle with Soldier Boy. The city was restless, the air thick with tension so many fucking ads with a super promoting some product or merchandise

I needed to clear my head, So I went for a walk along the Hudson River, hoping the cool night air would bring me some peace, but then it happened.

The ground beneath me started to shake violently, the buildings around me trembling with the force of the earthquake. And before I knew it, I was falling - plunging into the icy waters of the Hudson.

I struggled to keep my head above water, the darkness closing in around me and that's when it happened.

A blinding light engulfed me, a strange sensation washing over me. And when I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a world unlike anything I had ever seen before.

I was in Japan.

I had no idea how I got there, no explanation for the bizarre phenomenon, no way the water's current took me all the way across the world in under a few seconds, after getting out of the water I realized that this city in Japan had supes everywhere, on billboards, toys and merchandise such costumes and t-shirts. I was confused as I thought that supes only operated in the USA, not in other countries

As I navigated through this city, which was named Musutafu, I did some research, apparently the company Vought didn't exist how was that possible, I keep on searching for other things like Homelander and the Seven, but nothing, no news articles about Compound V, Stan Edgar Stormfront or anything realated to vought.

And so, I embraced my new reality. MY name is Logan Butcher and I am ready to face whatever challenges are in store for me.

Present time

Logan walked into the local coffee shop, the warm scent of roasted beans enveloping him like a comforting blanket. The place was bustling, filled with the chatter of patrons and the clatter of cups. He stepped up to the counter, the barista flashing me a friendly smile that he could hardly muster in return.

"I'll have a black coffee, please," Logan said, keeping his tone neutral as he leaned against the counter, tapping his fingers restlessly.

As Logan waited, he glanced around, letting his gaze settle on a TV mounted high in the corner of the café. The screen blared an upbeat news segment, a bright graphic flashing the words "Hero of the Day!" in bold letters. The reporter's voice overlaid the cheerful background music, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw the image of All Might.

The camera shifted to footage of the so-called hero in action, his golden hair gleaming as he swooped in to save a group of children from a villain whose powers were barely a match for his heroic prowess. The children's faces lit up with adoration as they clung to him, smiles wide as if they had just met a god.

It made Logan want to grind his teeth. Did they not see the obvious? All Might was just a performer, a man draped in idealism, playing the part of the savior. Logan knew all too well that smiles could disguise the deepest horrors. He shifted my gaze away, focusing on the polished counter instead, his heart heavy with skepticism.

"Here you go!" The barista's cheerful voice broke Logan from his thoughts, placing a steaming cup of black coffee in front of him. Logan grabbed it, offering a brief nod in thanks, but his mind was focused elsewhere.

"Did you see that? All Might is amazing! He saved those kids like it was nothing!" a customer at the next table blurted, her eyes glued to the screen, oblivious to Logan's presence.

"Right," He muttered under his breath as he walked past her, the warmth of the coffee hardly cutting through the chill in his gut. "Amazing."

Logan stepped out into the bustling streets of Musutafu, the noise of the café fading behind him as he took a sip of the hot coffee. It wasn't bad, but it was hard to appreciate anything when the world around him was just a facade.

As he walked down the street, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was surrounded by nothing but illusions. Icons of heroism littered the landscape, plastered on billboards and merchandise, glorifying figures who seemed to have never dealt with the consequences of their power. Did they have any idea what really went on when the cameras were off?

As far Logan was concerned, All Might and his ilk were just as twisted as the superheroes back in his world. All he wanted was to get by, but the weight of his past always lingered, no matter how brightly these so-called heroes shined.

With each step, Logan felt like he was drowning in the ideals of a society that worshipped heroes—worshipped lies.

Logan wandered the bustling streets of Musutafu, the steam from his coffee mingling with the cool morning air. The vibrant city held a constant hum of activity, yet for him, it felt as though he floated through a dream. He watched as children laughed, adults chatted amiably, and the occasional hero posed for selfies. All around him, the clamor of a world enchanted by heroes swallowed the mundane.

But Logan found little comfort in the spectacle. Instead, a weight pressed heavily on his shoulders, one that had nothing to do with the city's vitality. It gnawed at him like a persistent itch—a reminder that he was far from home. The sun shined brightly overhead, yet it only deepened the shadows in his heart. How had he gotten here? One moment, he had been grappling with the nightmarish realities of his own world, and the next, he was contending with the equally grim shadows cast by the glorified figures of Musutafu.

He leaned against the cool brick of an alleyway, seeking refuge from the crowd. As he sipped his coffee, the rich bitterness grounded him, but it could not quiet the storm in his mind. The memories of his world—of betrayal, power, and the relentless grip of corporate greed—felt foreign yet achingly familiar. Here, in this world of heroes, Logan couldn't shake the sensation that he was caught in a mirror, one that warped reality into something far more enticing but equally deceptive.

How would he ever get back? The question haunted him, each thought echoing louder than the last. He could feel bile rising at the thought of being trapped in this place, surrounded by the very kind of idealism he'd learned to question. Rumors of interdimensional rifts danced precariously at the edge of his mind, but those were tales for the hopeful and the naive—not for someone hardened by betrayal.

He had been thrust into the role of the outsider, the one without answers. No one had given him any clues, no tantalizing whispers about how to navigate the strange currents of fate that had pulled him from one life to another. All he had were fleeting images of a life he fought tenaciously to reclaim and the knowledge that he was powerless in a world designed to idolize strength and resolve.

Logan closed his eyes, shutting out the joyous noise that surrounded him. The fawning crowds, the flashes of cameras, and the adoration he saw painted on the faces of children—all of it grated against him. Was All Might truly a hero, or just another figure perpetuating a lie? The beat of his heartbeat matched the rush of thoughts swirling in his mind. Did anyone here understand the cost of that so-called heroism, or was it all just an act for the stage?

He sighed, fingers tightening around the cup as he contemplated his next move. Seeking out All Might seemed like an impossible dream, laced with the futility that characterized too many of his adventures. Why would a hero like him lend an ear to someone who dared question his world? The image of All Might's sunny disposition rose in his mind, and he snorted derisively. There would be no room for a cynic in his narrative.

No, if he wanted to find answers, he'd need to get his hands dirty. He needed to dig deeper beneath the surface, to find the stories that didn't make the headlines—the ones cloaked in darkness, the truths lurking behind the curtain of heroism. There had to be someone in this world who understood the fragility of power, someone who could help him make sense of this chaos and guide him back home.

Logan took a final sip of his coffee, feeling the heat slip away as the warmth of determination replaced the lingering bitterness. He wouldn't remain lost, entrapped in a world that didn't feel like his own. He would search for answers, seek out those who dwelled in the shadows of the heroes, and uncover the connections that could lead him back to a place he recognized.

With his mind resolved and thoughts sharpening like a blade, Logan stepped away from the wall, ready to navigate the twists and turns of this realm. He had faced villains and monsters before, and he had lived to tell the tales. This challenge would be no different—another obstacle in a life riddled with peril and uncertainty.

As Logan melted back into the throng of the city, he felt the first flickers of hope igniting within him, igniting a fire that had lain dormant for too long. This time, he would fight not just for survival, but for the chance to reclaim the life he had almost lost, one truth at a time.

As Logan navigated the city, his thoughts drifted to the team he had left behind. The memories of Billy Butcher, Frenchie, Kimiko, Marvin, T. Milk, and Hughie flooded his mind, warmth and pain intertwining like threads in a fraying tapestry. a ragtag group forged in the fires of a world gone mad. A world filled with superpowered beings and moral ambiguity.

He thought of Frenchie, with his wild ideas and inappropriate jokes that always seemed to light up the darkest moments. How was he faring without their shared camaraderie, without their banter and schemes to expose the rotten core of Vought? And Kimiko—she was a fierce warrior with a heart of gold. Despite the trials they faced, she fought for what was right, her silent strength echoing in his mind.

Then there were Marvin T. Milk, . Would they continue their fight, each taking turns to carry the burdens of those left behind? Hughie, who had been both a friend and a bridge to a world that Logan had fought hard to shield his heart from—did he still believe in the power of hope?

Then there was Starlight, if Logan had to be honest, he couldn't stand her and it wasn't because she was a supe it was because she always had to be such a girl scout in a world were showing mercy would get you killed, she and him would always butt heads with one another how to approach a situation, she even had the gall to compare Billy to that fucker Homelander.

Logan's chest tightened at the thought of his father, Billy Butcher. Those last moments shared between them felt as raw as fresh wounds, the words exchanged still echoing in his mind. "I don't have much left to live for, lad. Just remember, you're a lot stronger than me not physically, but mentally, taking you as my boy was the best decision I ever made, Don't let those supe cunts break you...ever."

A sudden wave of despair washed over him. The brightness of Musutafu dulled as shadows crept back in. Billy's words shifted from warnings to confessions; he could almost hear the tremor in his father's voice, the weight of years spent entangled in violence and loss. Butcher had always been tough, a man carved from the harshest of stones, yet even he had crumbled beneath the pressure, revealing glimpses of vulnerability that Logan had never quite known how to address. The fear of losing the last parental anchor in his life felt too heavy to bear, a burden he never expected to feel again.

Logan's throat tightened, and for a brief moment, tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. How could he keep going without the people who anchored him? Each memory brought forth a deep ache, a reminder of the fragile connections that tied him to the world he had once loved. The thought of losing Billy felt like the cruelest heartache—a realization that struck at the core of his being.

What if he never returned? What if the chance to say goodbye slipped further from his grasp with every second he remained in this foreign place? The fear loomed larger than he wished to admit, spiraling into a darkness he thought he had finally escaped. Logan inhaled sharply, forcing the tears back, reminding himself that he couldn't afford to be weak now—not for his father, not for himself.

He had a mission. He had to found a way back—for himself and for the family he had fought to protect. Distractions were dangerous, and dwelling on sorrow wouldn't lead him to answers. But acknowledging the weight of loss felt — it felt necessary. It was a reminder that while he stood alone in this unfamiliar city, he carried their spirits with him, their laughter echoing in his heart even through the haze of despair.

Logan wiped his eyes, catching himself before he let the grief seep too deeply. Yes, there was a fight ahead, and he would have to embrace every fragment of his spirit that longed for home. Each step he took was one closer to the ultimate goal: finding a way back to the people he couldn't bear to lose.

He glanced up, the vibrant colors of Musutafu coming back into view. He would uncover the truths that would bring him back to them, to his family. He owed it to Billy, to Kimiko, Hughie, Frechie and Marvin and everyone who had dared to stand by his side despite the dangers they faced. He had to keep searching something in this world took him from his home dimension and if it could do that, then it can sure as hell take him back.

Note this story will mostly take place in My Hero Academia, The world of The Boys will only be mentioned through flashbacks and characters will be mentioned.