Authors Note!

Hey Every! Here for a small, tiny update from me to you, a mini newsletter if you will. Why newsletter, because as of writing this just dropped the 2024 Summer Newsletter!

That's right! So put on your train hats cause we're chugging our way down the on the deadline now! I hope to post all of Section One of Deltahero before Chapters 3 And 4 come out. Which at the current pace and planned schedule I will CRUSH!

So expect BIG, expect [[Funny]], and especially, [[Like, Comment And Subscribe For-]] MORE MORE MORE! Deltahero! Deltahero! DELTAHERO!

NYYYYAAAAAHHHHH! (I have so much energy, lol)

P.S: If this is still up when Chapter 3 or 4 or the final chapter is/are posted. I'm only one person here and I'd be embarrassed if I missed this •~•

P.S.S: Erm turns out MHA also officially ended today… but naaaaaaah I'm sure it's fine!

NOW ONTO THE CHAPTER! ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ

Chapter 4

A Loaded Deck

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*It's Hero Time!*
*It's Hero Time!*
*It's Hero- Thump!*

Izuku yawned as his hand slammed hard on top of his limited edition All Might alarm clock, accidentally pushing it off behind his nightstand. The fan's blades above him spun around his darkened room, chilling him to the bone when he sat up from his bed with squinted eyes. He blindly reached out again, perfectly grabbing the Dealmakers. He blinked a few times before putting them on.

As if reacting to him, the glasses began to boot up by themselves, lighting up Izuku's eyes with LED lit ads and other useless bits of information. "[[Top Of The Mornin To Yeah]] KIDDO!" rung Spamton as he powered on, "READY TO [[↑ ↑ ↓ ↓ ← → ← → B A]] START YOUR [[Employment]]!?"

Izuku grumbled some more, clutching his head as he stood up from his bed. "Y-yeah, yeah I'm ready. Yawn, We're picking up Lancer today right?" groggily asked Izuku, as he clumsily reached into his closet to pull out his uniform.

"[[Ka-Ching!]] THAT'S RIGHT! SO JUST [[Follow These Three Easy Step]] AND WE'LL BE ROLLING KrooMerr WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE!" cackled the Digital Saleman as Izuku fumbled in the dark to put on his clothes.

Izuku nodded sleepily to that, zipping up his pants as he stumbled in the darkness over to the bathroom to wake himself up more than anything. Closing the door behind him, he turned on the light and faucet to douse his face with icy cold water and blinding light. Scrubbing himself dry, he turned off the lights and walked back to his room, now awake enough to cram his backpack to the brim with merchandise once again.

Finishing the job, Izuku hastily left his apartment, not even double checking as he marched to meet his blue business partner. He could feel himself smiling as he stepped out of the apartment elevator, giving a small skip at how much lighter the trip was going to be with just his backpack in tow.

It was so light in fact, that Izuku made it to his school in half the time it did the day before, a lone set of dim lamps doing the sun's job as he stood alone. He looked around for a moment and chuckled when he didn't see Kachan there already. "Ha, looks like I'm the early one now Kachan," he said to himself.

He had to get going to Lancer's place, but before he did, Izuku got an idea. A mischievous grin grew on his face as he started for a round bush on school property. "HEY UH KID. WHY ARE YOU [[Paying $5.99]] TOWARDS THAT [[Bulbous Greenery]]?" asked the confused salesman.

"Because I can just do, urgh, this!" grunted Izuku as he threw his weighted backpack into the bush. He gave a sigh of relief while the dealmaker panicked, exclamation points littering his lenses.

"IZUKU! WHAT THE [[F$#K]] WAS THAT!?"

"Just lightening the load," smiled Izuku as he turned around and left.

"YOU [[Sweet Summer Child]]! WHAT IF OUR [[KroMER Baggies]] GETS STOLEN! MANHANDLED! OR WORSE… [[Hyperlink Blocked]]?"

Izuku waved off his concern as he crossed the barren streets. "Just don't worry about, it'll be-"

"IZUKU!"

"Fine!" shouted Izuku, finishing crossing the street. He ripped off his glasses and held them out to face them. "Do you want to know the truth? I'm just so sick and tired of lugging around that stupid backpack anymore," spoke the tired teen, using his other hand to massage the bags under his eyes. "Sigh, I know it was more than a little rash but just let me have this, ok. I got like an hour and a half of sleep two days in a row."

Spamton, rolled his nonexistent eyes. "LISTEN, I DON'T KNOW [[How To Play Jacks And Balls]] ABOUT BEING TIRED, BUT LIKE I [[Replayed In Stunning HD]], DON'T COME CRYING TO ME IF YOU GAMBLE YOUR [[Soul]] LIKE THAT!"

Izuku's mind chewed at his words before wordlessly putting his dealmakers back on. 'I'll deal with it if something like that happens," he started walking into the pitch darkness of the alley, "Let's just find where Lancer lives and be done with it," he briefed, shaking off those thoughts as he pulled out his phone to scroll through the texts.

"572 NW Heats Flamesman St," muttered Izuku, squinting to read better. He turned back the way he came and saw the sign he passed that shared the same name as the one on his phone. "I'm at the right place so, wait. Is that 5 meant to be…" he trailed off as he looked upwards, seeing metal stairs cling up along the side of the building.

"Spamton."

"I'M READY KIDDO! TURN ME [[On! On! Ooon!]]" urged the salesman.

Izuku cringed as he lightly tapped his Dealmaker causing pink and yellow spotlights to shine forward. "Those don't seem to be fire exits, must be our way up there," mumbled Izuku, lightly tapping his glasses again to turn them off before ascending upwards. He started to clamber up the metallic stairs. And although he tried his best to tip toe as lightly as possible, it didn't seem to matter as each step rang like a bell in this quiet echoey alley.

Thankfully, the fifth floor was soon within his reach, with him double checking and confirming that the number on the door was indeed the same address. Strangely however, there was light leaking out under the door. "That's…odd," began Izuku, looking at the time displayed on his lenses, "I didn't expect Lancer's parents to be awake so early, it's only 5:30 right now," wondered Izuku out loud as he rubbed his chin.

Then he remembered what Lancer told him yesterday, making him remorseful. "Oh right, his dad is… divorced. Hmm, well Lancer did say he convinced his dad, so it shouldn't be a problem," he reassured himself, gathering up the courage to step up and knock firmly on the door.

When he did, he heard muttering and shouting from multiple different people inside. Izuku stepped back cautiously, fighting his urge to run away. He made his choice, so now he had to deal with it. Two voices grew louder, loud enough to where he could make out a few bits and pieces. "Rudinn! Take off that blasted helmet before you approach our entrance!"

"But, Ca-"

"Silence! Sit back down you buffoon. I will confront the one who dares to knock on my door this late!"

Izuku heard booming footsteps reach just behind the door, making Izuku's flight or fight set off again. He could definitely hear the distinct sounds of bolts and locks moving before the door opened wide, flooding his senses with light and a cloud of noxious smog. Izuku felt queasy as the smoke entered his throat and nose, reflexively coughing and waving the smog away.

When Izuku opened his eyes again, he flinched when he was face to face with a fat dark belly that was poorly covered by a white tank top decorated with a collage of stains. The tank top in question stretched only halfway down his rotund belly, enough to where he could see the lower part of a spade shaped birthmark. But, he never heard of any birthmarks that h-had teeth a-and gave you wicked, vile grins! "W-what the… w-why is there…" he couldn't help but babble out.

"Ahem," bellowed a voice deep and gravelly. Izuku froze like a deer in the headlights, moving his eyes up to a figure that had to be as tall as All Might. The man was definitely Lancer's father, to the point he wondered if he was actually a warped clone of the boy. They both had that same tear drop shaped head, they both had a spade shaped hole that hid their eyes from the world, and they both had that same smile. But instead of the Lancer's goofy grin that was almost always with his outstretched tongue, with the man his grin was flipped upside down with a large lit cuban cigar emanating a thick heavy smoke. "What is your purpose here, pitiful child?"

He tried moving his mouth, but the words never made it out, just acting like a fish out of water. The opposing man raised a confused brow, his lack of visible eyes making the gesture more prominent. "Are you perhaps," he scratched the noticeable stubble on his pasty white chin, "The pizza deliverer boy?" he slowly inquired, his booming voice still making Izuku quake.

"I-i uh, well… you see…" babbled Izuku in a nervous sweat.

"Oi, Kiiiiing!" The man, King, turned his head back inside, "Weth beenst banned from that pizza parlore sinceth last week! Whost is at thoust door?" rang a bombastic voice.

King turned back to Izuku, his brow furrowed in suspicion. Izuku could feel his breathing getting shallow, his heart trembling at what he was going to do. "I'M HERE TO PICK UP LANCER!" belted out Izuku, louder than he wanted to, his eyes squeezed shut as he braced for impact.

When no angry voice or fist flew into his face, he timidly looked back up at Lancer's father. He saw the man's head tilted to the side, rubbing his tear drop shaped head. The darkness in his eyes widened slightly with his mouth slightly ajar. "Urgh, Hathy! What hour is it?!" he shouted back into his home.

There were a few seconds of silence before a female voice sounded back. "Four thirty-five sir!"

King paused briefly before he sighed in frustration, slouching over as he held a hand to his eye hole. "By the Knight's reign," muttered King. "Har ho ho! Salutations my meek guest!" laughed King, taking his cigar out of his lips, showing his buck toothed smile as he shook Izuku's hand with his much larger gloved hand. "You must be Izuku, Izuku Midoriya if I heard correctly. My son WON'T stop talking about you since he returned. Thank the Knight he slept or else his voice would be ragged and bare from his blabber. Please, come inside, I shall wake my son for you," beckoned King as he walked back inside. Izuku shook out his hand, shocked at how sore it got from the tight handshake before soon following King inside.

Trailing behind the burly man as the man ducked his head inside, Izuku found a cozy, if small apartment inside the hole in the wall. It was a one bedroom studio apartment with all its walls painted a warm yellow. On his left was a small walk in room that had a sink and fridge bolted to the wall, if it was a kitchen he wondered why there was a wooden dresser standing like an island in the middle of the room.

Walking further inside, he saw the main living room which hosted a worn out couch with a rainbow of different stains on it, an oddly detailed map of Musutafu, and boxes randomly lining the walls, some sealed, others opened seemingly at random. He walked up to the map curiously, it seemed like multiple places were marked out and others saying…

"Ah ha, thoust boy from over yonder! I over heardeth thy exchange over word of lip," exclaimed a familiar voice, his thick accent distracting him from the map as he turned his attention to the three other people seated at their quaint round table for four. "Comest forward, I'm sure thoust journeyed a lengthy distance to voyage withth Lancer. Care for a seat?" asked the blue man, motioning for King's vacant seat.

"Yes of course I will, thank you. To be honest my legs are still kinda jelly after climbing all those stairs," joked Izuku politely as he sat in the heated seat. Izuku turned to face the man and couldn't help himself but stare at him. He really did look and sound familiar, and it seems the blue man thought so as well.

"Huummus, I believeth I find thou… familiar. Could thoust haveth visited thy most grandest of shopeths the evening before?" asked the familiar man curiously.

A lightbulb went off in Izuku's sleep deprived mind. "Wait, I do! You're Rouxels aren't you? You helped me pay for my clothes before the store closed," recalled Izuku as he put the pieces together. "But," he wondered, scratching his head, "What are you doing in Lancer's apartment?"

"Yahaha, Oh comest on-eth," chortled the man as he tossed a lock of his bleached white hair over his shoulder, "Can'th a business noble enjoy a festival with thy brother," he winked as he watched the teen's mind be blown.

"Right! Lancer talked about you yesterday!" remembered the teen, giving the shop owner a small bow. "Apologies for not recognizing you, I must still be going on autopilot."

"Apologies are not necessary. I amst not even thy host, but as long as thou art thy nephew friend, thoust are a friend of Rouxls Kaard!" he announced, giving Izuku a pearly white smile that made him feel more at home. "Nowst then, let thy introduceth my most loyal lackeys!" he yelled, startling the young man and woman as he motioned to them. "Thesest are Hathy and Ruddin. Ruddin! Howst about you sayth a few words to thoust guest."

Izuku thought Ruddin was, all things considered, pretty plain compared to everyone else here. He just looked like any random guy he'd see on the street, the only thing making him stand out being his red shirt and stubble on his chin. Ruddin seemed to grumble at Izuku's stare, taking another bite of his mysterious black burger made of… "(Wait…is that?)," whispered Izuku, squinting his eyes as Spamton automatically zoomed in on the burger patty. "Hey, that's just burnt!" he mentally screeched, fighting the urge to point out the obvious to everyone.

"Er, Ruddin…" said Rouxls, glancing at Ruddin.

"Nuh Uh," he shook his head with a full mouth.

"The hell thoust mean, Nuh Uh! Rouxls Kaard writes thou paycheck!"

"Humph," huffed Ruddin as he shunned his boss.

Rouxls sighed as he rolled his eyes. "Thoust will giveth thy, (least loyal of lackey's), a coupon if thou will introduce thoustself."

"Gulp, what kind?"

"Uggghhh… a thousand yeneth coupon… for the…" he paused, going through his man bag to pull out the coupon. He put it to his face to read out loud, "The MTT-Brand Burger Emporium."

In a blur, Izuku felt his hand being snatched away from him and being shaken like someone was trying to rip the damned thing off! "HeyaHowYouDoinKid, TheNamesRuddinButFriendsCallMeRanger, Why'dTheyCallMeThatIDunnoButYouCanCallMeThatCauseYourMyFriendFriendRightPal," spilled Rudin with a tidal wave of noises that couldn't be called anything close to words. He then took the second of Rouxls being mortified to snatch the coupon right out of his hands, gleaming at it like a chest full of sparkling jewels.

"Hehehe, small fry and a coke here I-" planned Ruddin before a shout almost made him drop the paper.

"Thats'd was a revolting introduction!" snarled the Kaard in a rage, pushing his seat away as he stomped towards the thief. "Where was thoust Spectacle! Thoust Pride! Thoust Humanity!" he reached down and yanked back on the coupon. "And thoust certainly have no right to hold Rouxls Kaard's thousand yeneth coupon! Unhand Thee!"

Ruddin pulled back. "I got it fair in square!" squealed the lackey.

"Not true!" squawked back the shop owner. Employee and boss then fell to the floor as they began to wrestle for the fate of the thousand yen coupon yelling, kicking, and punching like a brawl at a bar.

Izuku watched it all, with an appalled expression. "Are they seriously fighting, over a coupon!"

"hey don't look so down kid," whispered a barely heard voice from the other side of the table. It was enough to tear Izuku's gaze away from the brawl and towards the last person still seated on the table.

She, out of the two, was more in line with the strangeness of the Kaard brothers. From the top up she seemed to be a hooded lady in blue wearing a long billowing azure cloak, but Izuku could see that where her legs should've been, she had three long tentacles that held her up.

"just ignore Rudin's money hungriness," whispered the heart hooded woman as she casually put on her lip gloss. "he's always like this. he even sold his bed for a couple hundred extra yen. Had to beg the boss to let him sleep on the couch."

"Hey it's not like that!" shouted the red employee, raising his head from the comical dust cloud, "I just acquired everyday riches through a legitimate source! Deal with it squid legs!" he huffed.

Rouxls took the the chance to snatch the coupon back, "Ah Ha! Rouxls Kaard Hasth Obtained Victory!"

"Over. My. Dead. Body!" he shouted punching the boss as they got back to fighting.

"Do you always speak this quietly?" asked Izuku, moving his head to try and get a good look at the rest of her face.

She adjusted her hood defensively. "no it's just because I hurt my voice yesterday," she smiled sweetly back to him, "I'll get better before you know it, so don't worry about me, stud," she purred, blowing an air kiss.

"Did she think I was flirting with her?" he wondered as squirmed in his seat at the thought. "Yep that's it, everyone in this place has lost their mind," grumbled Izuku.

"Silence!" bellowed King from the other side of the room, causing the fighting on the floor to stop mid blow. Izuku had thought King had gone into a different room for Lancer, but he noticed the bed frame bolted to the wall, being way off the ground.

"Is that where Lancer sleeps?" "Wait! How has he slept through all of this!?" demanded Izuku, realizing how much noise Lancer power napped through.

"Ah, so you a curious, Izuku," rumbled King softly, giving a warm small smile to his son. "You see, my son is a very, sleepy boy. Once he drifts off to slumberland, he will stay asleep until he feels like rising. I have thought of many ways to wake him. Shaking him or perhaps making noise, but none seem to work. So… it seems like plan B is in order," he explained lightly, carefully scooping his small son out of his bed.

Izuku couldn't help but smile at King as he watched the mountain of a man rock Lancer back and forth like a baby. They looked so cute together that it honestly made him a bit sad. "Man, they look so cute together. Sigh, I wish my dad was still around, it'd be nice to have these moments with him again. Ahhhh, especially when he lets go of me and I start falling to the ground. Ahhhh." sighed Izuku wistfully, closing his eyes to admire the warm thoughts.

"!?"

"Lancer Noooo!" screamed Izuku as he sprung up onto the chair, using it as a diving board as he dove to save the blue child! But No! He was too late, too far to save him! Lancer hit the ground head first and-!

*Boing… Boing*

"Huh?" was all Izuku could say before he too fell face first, skidding across the floor as Lancer bounced harmlessly off the ground like a rubber ball. Lancer blinked awake, landing feet first like a cat.

"Goooood Morning Everyone!" chipped Lancer, striking a pose without missing a beat. He glanced at the ground and lit up. "Seaweed boy! You're here!" he cheered running over to Izuku, who was still forcefully kissing the ground. "What are you doing on the ground silly billy? People don't go there," asked Lancer, smiling with his tongue out.

"I, cough cough, was trying to catch you," groaned Izuku, peeling himself off the sticky floor. He almost hurled when he reached into his mouth to grab a hair that wasn't his. "Oh my gosh, I wish you told me you had that kind of quirk beforehand," said the green haired teen as his face turned an even greener green than his green hair.

"Jee, maybe you shouldn't eat those," shrugged Lancer.

"You think!" cried Izuku, before he saw a large hand descend to help him up.

He grabbed it and King easily helped him to his feet. "I thank you on his behalf anyways Izuku. And to answer your question, my boy has no quirk like that."

"What really? Then how could he have bounced off the floor like that?"

"Because…" King closed his eyes, looking like a cute, cigar stenched puppy. "He is simply a-"

"Very bouncy boy! Ho Ho Ho!" cackled Lancer as he bounced on his bottom like he was on a trampoline. "Boing! Boing! Boing!"

Izuku's eyes lit up, his mind spamming with all the potential applications this could be used for. "So how high can you bounce from? Do you gain momentum everytime you bounce? If so, can you potentially gain infinite height from each bounce? Or is it something like-"

"Uh dude. I don't know any of that nerd stuff. Just don't embarrass me in front of my dad," said a stone faced Lancer, causing Izuku to sputter.

"Wah! Sorry!"

"Nah it's fine! Oh! But I do know I can bounce to the kitchen to get some cookies!" he grinned, bouncing even higher off the ground. "Watch me fly clowns!" he announced as he charged bouncingly away into the kitchen. "Boing! Boing! Boing!"

Izuku could only laugh into his hand at his antics. He could already tell he was going to be a handful at school. Izuku stopped though when he felt someone tapping him on the shoulder. Looking up, he was surprised to see King standing next to him, a worried look covering his face. "Izuku," began King in a hushed tone, "Can we all talk about something privately with you?" he asked motioning for everyone else to come over.

Izuku saw Rouxls and Ruddin dust themselves off the ground, their clothes as scuffed as their attitudes. For in each of their hands was half a coupon, showing Izuku that in war, nobody wins. It was pure injustice that half a thousand yen coupon simply couldn't be made into two five hundred yen coupons… Oh right! They wanted to talk about something!

"Sorry! I spaced out again! Yes, of course we can talk, what's wrong?" he apologized as he looked at everyone's dour expressions. He began to sweat as King took a knee for him, now getting face to face with him as he gave him that solemn stare.

"Izuku… do you promise to take care of my son?" asked King as he put a hand on his shoulder.

"Yes of course I can," he answered back earnestly. "Is there something more to this?" he asked looking at the still worried faces.

"As much as it saddens me to say, there is," he said slowly, looking downcast despite his lack of eyes. "There is a reason why my boy is not at school among his peers…"

"My dearest nephew was bullied, Izuku," said Rouxls, looking at Izuku seriously. "And it is not the kind that could be so easily resolved with or violence."

"We come by here a lot kid, and back when he was in school," Ruddin tightened his fist. "Let's just say his face was more blue than the top of his own head."

"we don't know if it was his appearance or his personality," Izuku saw a drop leave the shrouded lady's face, "but… he kept smiling and wouldn't say why it happened."

King nodded to their comments before turning back to the teen. "Lancer was never one for having friends, but, I mean it when I say we were all overjoyed to see him finally find someone out there," he gave a big toothy smile, "So all I'm, no, all we're asking is that you keep that boy safe. Is that understood?"

Izuku looked at all of them, feeling the weight of their words on his heart. He put his hand on King's, and held it in an equal handshake, shaking on it. "I promise, to all of you," smiled Izuku as they smiled back to him the very same.

As if on cue, a muffled wail erupted from the kitchen taking everyone out of the moment. "Lancer are you okay!" shouted Izuku, as him and King were already making for the kitchen.

No! Help! I got knabbed by my knapsack!" cried Lancer. The two of them made it right after, watching as a canvas sack was devouring half of Lancer's body as he stumbled aimlessly without having his sight or arms.

"Har ho ho! My boy, it looks like you're the one that got sacked!"

"Har ho ho!"
"Hahahaha!" laughed both Izuku and King at his joke.

"Are, are you two making fun of me!?" demanded the muffled voice. "Why I oughta-!"

"Alright my son, there is no need for fighting," smiled King as he took off the sack with ease, "It is time to wish you off now, the sun is beginning to rise.

"Oh right! I need to hurry!" shouted the blue boy, grabbing his previous prison and refilling it with baggies of Lancer shaped cookies.

King put his hand on Izuku's shoulder and when he looked back he got a reassuring nod from the father. Izuku smiled back at him before stepping down to Lancer to help him finish preparing for the day to come.

Entry Number 1704

"Ahhhh, nothing like a warm cup of tea while finishing my report for the day. Hello Travelers, it is so to give you my thoughts again." I say, afterwards taking a long sip of tea.

"To be honest this entry does not need a lot of words to describe it. We had to make some major changes to those characters in the Delta file, but I believe it all turned out for the best and I cannot wait to hear your queries on what they really do…" I chuckle into my hand as I once again, take another long sip of tea. I tip it upside down, frowning that I've emptied yet another cup.

"As for why I am drinking so much tea, well… let's simply put it as trouble sleeping. It is quite funny really, that just like our prime subject I too am… restless," I say, looking out at nothing in particular.

"Oh, what am I saying haha. That will be all Travelers. Until next time," I sigh as I turn off my equipment for the day.

BONUS SCENE!

The Kaard Apartment 1 Hour Later…

Rouxls Kaard is going through the fridge before he heads out to work, his 'lackeys' already out to open the store. He's moving all the leftovers and barely frozen food around but can't find the one thing he's looking for…

"Kiiiiiing!" whines Rouxls over to his brother.

King looks down from his newspaper and glares at the kitchen. "What is it now?"

"Have thoust seeneth thy Roux anywhere! I swore on thy grandmama's grave, that I leftst it next to the Thaist Gruel!"

King sneered at that. "You call Thai food gruel yet you leave that food for the worms in my fridge. My answer is no. No, I did not touch your 'Roux'," he growled, lifting up his paper again. "Perhaps you've gone mad at the young age of-

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" screams a little girl.

"By the Knight, WHAT IS IT NOW!" roared King as he pried himself off the couch and stomped his way to the kitchen. He saw his brother slouched at the sink weeping like a freshly minted widow. "There is no way you are crying," he sneered as he looked into the sink and only saw an empty bowl.

Rouxls reached up and grabbed King's undershirt. "Don't you get it King! That was the bowl with Roux in it!"

It took King a moment to process it before in the blink of an eye him and Rouxls were on the ground, spilling their tears into the sink. "R-rouxls."

"Sniff, Yes King,"

"Sniff, We… we keep this to our grave. Do you hear me,"

Rouxls didn't look up at him. Nodding as they cried at the horrendous ingredient in that boy's cookies.

Editing Number: 8/4/2024- 9/9/2024