SUBMARINE
As the U.A.'s staff piled into Nezu's office, the principal said, "Normally, I'd send you all one at a time to try to rescue Izuku. It's funnier that way. But this time, I don't want to draw this out."
"What about Hound Dog?" Ectoplasm asked.
"He's indisposed. Anyways, you all have a part to play in this plan. Especially you, Present Mic. I have a very special task for you."
A while later, a crew of Ectoplasm clones piloted a submarine that Power Loader had made. Present Mic's voice sang out over the intercom.
"We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine!"
Cementoss grumpily turned a page in his book. "Why does Present Mic get to stay on the surface while I have to come down here? I mean, you're here Ectoplasm because your clones are disposable, but what does that make me?"
"Someone that needs to be in this tub to do their job, like Recovery Girl, and you don't see her complaining. Are you going to help out, or do you want to spend the whole trip whining?"
Cementoss thought about it. "Whining sounds good."
Ectoplasm sighed as Present Mic jammed into the next verse of the Beatles song.
After a mind-numbing amount of Present Mic's singing, I-Island came into view. Ectoplasm pressed a button, and a laser sight lit up the side of a building. Seconds later, a bullet shot through the water and punched a hole in the glass. A tube snaked over the opening and pumped the building full of Midnight's soporific gas.
"Alright, we're empty. Gas masks on and brace for impact."
Ectoplasm rammed into the building. Water gushed in, but Cementoss patched the broken walls with cement.
"Alright," Ectoplasm said. "Now that everyone in here is asleep, we should be able to-"
A camera in the corner of the room swiveled towards them. An alarm blared, and hovering robots poured into the room. As the bullets flew, Cementoss pushed a clone into the line of fire and ran.
Once Cementoss and the remaining clones drove the submarine towards the surface, one clone asked, "Has anyone seen Recovery Girl?"
In the bowels of the sunken I-Island, Mineta huddled under a desk in trembling fear as footsteps padded closer towards him. A rasping breath hissed within inches of his ear, and a twisted, grating voice asked, "Is there some poor, hurt dearie in here? Come on out, I can kiss it better."
Mineta squeezed his eyes shut and prayed to the Lamb for salvation. He heard the monster stoop closer to him. "I can smell your fear. It's alright, dearie. You can have a gummy afterwards."
The footsteps padded away. Mineta heaved a sobbing sigh of relief and crawled out from under the desk, only to come face to alien face with Recovery Girl.
"Found you," the Xenomorph nurse said.
Mineta shrieked as her second mouth plopped a kiss on his cheek.
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Thirteen helped pressurize the gas container, Lunch Rush made the provisions, and Vlad King made Aizawa more coffee. If I forgot to mention somebody, feel free to imagine they did a thing.