Would you kindly enter the Medical Pavilion? #1
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Universe found- [Code name:- BioShock] [Powers:- Plasmids, Guns & Advanced Science]
"Oh! This is the one with the underwater city, right?!" Mei exclaimed, her eyes practically glowing with excitement. "It's incredible! I've been dying to see more of that miracle city."
"Same here," Melissa chimed in, her enthusiasm matching Mei's. "Even if the idea behind building Rapture was fundamentally flawed, you can't deny that the city itself is a masterpiece of architecture and science."
"Typical," Geten sneered, casting a contemptuous glance their way. "Of course, you'd be impressed by the surface-level spectacle of that city. I wouldn't expect anything deeper from simpletons like you. You can't begin to comprehend the vision of a true revolutionary. Re-Destro thinks in decades—his plans stretch far beyond your little marvels."
Hawks gave a short chuckle, tilting his head with a sly grin. "Oh yeah? Judging by the mess that city was in, I'd say your 'visionary' did a brilliant job... of letting a so-called miracle rot from the inside out," he said as Geten's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing into a murderous glare.
The scene picks up right where we left off. Izuku, breath ragged and heart pounding, has narrowly escaped Rikiya Yotsubashi's assault as he stumbles into the dimly lit foyer of the Medical Pavilion.
"Oh yeah, my counterpart did survive that attack from those horrible, zombie-like creatures," Izuku said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. "Well... at least he's safe for now."
"'Safe' is a relative term, don't you think?" Momo replied drily, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. "For all we know, he could be ambushed again at any moment."
Izuku gave a small shrug. "I guess not having to fight for his life right this second does count as 'safe' in a place like this."
"Now you've met Rikiya Yotsubashi, bloody King of Rapture," Rayan's voice crackled through the static-filled radio clipped to Izuku's belt. "Now find your way to Emergency Access."
"Haha! I like the sound of that!" Re-Destro boomed with a haughty laugh, his eyes narrowing into a dangerous glint. "I sincerely hope my counterpart finds this man—Atlas—and gives him the slow, agonizing death he deserves for daring to lay a hand on our empire."
"You mean your dying empire?" Nemuri quipped, flashing him a smug grin.
"Stop pointing that out all the time!" Re-Destro exploded, his face turning red with rage. "It's only a matter of time before my counterpart captures that green-haired brat's counterpart, kills Atlas, and cleanses the city of all those vermin opposing the better future. Then he'll restore it to its former glory and rebuild society according to his vision, creating a true underwater utopia!"
"Yeah, suuuure~ that's definitely going to happen," Nemuri said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Izuku exhaled shakily and began moving forward. After a short walk, he reached the main entrance to the Medical Pavilion, where the walls were plastered with posters, all bearing the visage of Surgeon Dr. Kai Chisaki, overseer of the facility. [Dr. J. S. Steinman = Kai Chisak (Overhaul)]
"Huh. Looks like I'm part of this one," Kai muttered as he studied the posters of his counterpart on the screen. His eyes narrowed in thought. "Seems my counterpart held a fair amount of influence before that underwater city fell apart. Still... aligning himself with someone trying to infect a normal world with the disease of powers? Tch. Pathetic."
"You should be grateful your counterpart was even tolerated in that city," Skeptic sneered, casting Kai a look filled with disdain. "If we'd known you were developing something as monstrous as Quirk-Erasing Bullets, we would've wiped you out ourselves—long before the government dogs even sniffed your trail."
"And if it weren't for those damn heroes—and those two brats," Kai said, glaring at Mirio and Izuku, "my plans would have succeeded. I'd have had a way to raze every last one of you... and everything you stand for."
As Izuku cautiously explored deeper, he came across a security bot wedged awkwardly in a doorway. Without hesitation, he dropped to one knee and accessed the panel beneath its chassis, quickly demonstrating his hacking skills, bringing the bot under his control.
"Oh, I didn't know Izuku's counterpart had hacking experience—and from the looks of it, he's actually pretty skilled," Melissa said, clearly impressed. But then her expression shifted into a frown. "Still... how did he reprogram that Security Bot just by tampering with its hardware? That shouldn't even be possible, right?"
David Shield turned to her with a thoughtful look, hands folded to his chest. "Well, trying to apply our world's logic to other universes is a bit of a fool's errand," he said calmly. "That question's about as reasonable as asking how a city like Rapture could've been built in the 1960s—when even in our modern age, with advanced quirks and cutting-edge technology, constructing something that massive so deep underwater would still be a monumental challenge."
With the bot covering his flank, fending off the roaming splicers became less of a frantic struggle. Every screech from the shadows was met with precise gunfire, buying Izuku precious seconds to finish off the splicers. Soon, he spotted a worn audio diary resting on a table, one that belonged to none other than Dr. Kai Chisaki himself.
Curiously, Izuku picked it up and pressed play as Chisaki's voice filtered through the device.
'Rikiya and Adam, Adam and Rikiya... all those years of study, and was I ever truly a surgeon before I met them? How we plinked with our scalpels and toy morality. Yes, we could lop a boil here, and shave down a beak there, but... but could we really change anything? No. But Adam gives us the means to do it. And Rikiya frees us from the phony ethics that held us back. Change your look. Change your sex, change your race. It's yours to change, nobody else's.'
The recording clicked off with a soft hiss, leaving a strange chill in the air.
"Well, as much as I despise how obsessive that doctor sounded about altering people," Recovery Girl said, her brow furrowed, "I still believe that with proper research and ethical development, the ADAM drug could be a blessing—especially for those suffering from deformities or injuries caused by accidents or hero work. The potential for healing is undeniable."
"That's a very insightful point," Nezu replied, nodding with clear respect for her perspective. "It really highlights the fundamental difference between someone like you and the doctor we saw on screen." He paused, his tone growing more serious. "But we can't ignore the darker side of ADAM. We've already seen what it does to people when abused. Unless the addictive properties can be completely neutralized, it will remain a highly volatile and dangerous substance—one that should never be used on innocent people without the strictest safeguards."
Shaking off the unease, Izuku pushed further into the heart of the Pavilion. Eventually, he found a switch mounted on the wall, clearly labeled for Emergency Access. But when he flipped it, alarms blared instantly. Harsh red lights flared to life, bathing the room in an ominous glow. A cold mechanical voice boomed from hidden speakers as a message flashed across the screen in angry block letters: ACCESS DENIED.
"I have to say," Momo began, a faintly amused smile tugging at her lips, "even with the entire city collapsing—people driven to madness, reinforcements barely holding against the water pressure, the one thing that still seems to be functioning flawlessly is the security system." She crossed her arms, glancing thoughtfully at the screen. "It seems like Rikiya Yotsubashi invested a considerable amount of resources and effort into building the security systems around Rapture, so much so that even a dysfunctional city couldn't shut them down completely."
"Honestly? That doesn't surprise me one bit," Itsuka replied, resting her chin in her hand with a dry look. "From everything we've seen of Rikiya so far, he totally strikes me as the kind of guy who'd drop an absurd amount of money on surveillance, turrets, and lockdown protocols—while letting everything else fall apart. Infrastructure? Healthcare? Food distribution? Nah. But cameras and bots in every hallway? Absolutely."
"I think his paranoia about the outside world discovering Rapture and invading it played a big role too," Momo replied. "Remember how he reacted—convinced Izuku's counterpart was some kind of American or Russian spy? He was hell-bent on taking him out, and I doubt that'll be the last time he acts like that."
Izuku clenched his fists, scanning the room for another option, when Atlas's voice broke through the static of his radio again.
"If you want to use the Emergency Access, you'll need Doctor Chisaki's key. He's the one who runs this place. But I don't expect him to hand it to you out of the milk of human kindness. Steinman ain't that kind, and frankly, I'm not even sure he's still human."
"Well, I would've said that I'm the most human in this world, since I don't crave the disease that's plaguing it," Kai said haughtily. "That said... I can't defend my counterpart," he added with a scoff, waving a hand dismissively. "He's just as deluded as the rest—believing that vile substance, that ADAM drug, will somehow bring him closer to his so-called ideal. It's laughable."
Heeding Atlas's advice, Izuku began searching for Dr. Chisaki when he spotted another switch labeled Electrical Override Switch, with a machine gun resting beside it. Without hesitation, he added the weapon to his growing arsenal, then pulled the lever, restoring power to the Pavilion.
But the moment the electricity surged back online, the eerie silence shattered—violent screams of splicers echoed all around him.
"Now you've rattled the monkey cage. Here they come," Atlas warned over the radio.
"I honestly wonder if this Atlas guy has anything else going on," Kaminari said, raising an eyebrow. "Or does he just spend all his time stalking Midoriya's counterpart?"
"To be fair, he does have a reason to keep him alive," Mina chimed in, her tone thoughtful. "If Midori's counterpart dies, Atlas loses his only shot at saving his family. That kind of pressure would make anyone desperate."
"Yeah, poor guy must be worried sick," Toru added, nodding sympathetically. "For Atlas, Izuku's counterpart isn't just a tool—he's his last hope. If something happens to him, Atlas won't ever see his family again."
As the splicers came rushing in, Izuku held his ground. With his Electric Plasmid, the support of his security bot, and his newly acquired machine gun, he fought them off in a brutal skirmish.
Once the chaos had settled and he was sure the area was secure, Izuku approached a nearby vending machine—one that looked more unsettling than useful. Nevertheless, he hacked into it and retrieved some much-needed ammunition before pressing on.
"Is it just me, or does anyone else think it's kind of insane that they're selling ammunition in vending machines?" Yu asked, her brows furrowed in concern. "I mean, even before the city fell apart, shouldn't something like that have been heavily regulated?"
"Maybe you're looking at it from the wrong perspective," Ryukyu replied, a slight frown on her face. "Those vending machines might've been a response to the city falling apart. In the early stages of the collapse, when most people were still sane, they were probably scrambling to get any kind of protection they could—flooding the markets in search of weapons and ammo just to survive."
"But as the situation got worse and the violence spun out of control, people stopped relying on conventional weapons. Instead, they turned to Plasmids for power," Edgeshot added, arms crossed. "And as they lost their sanity, the need for those machines faded, making them obsolete." He looked toward the screen, his expression unreadable. "At least now, Midoriya's counterpart is making good use of them—getting whatever help he can scavenge in that nightmare of a city."
But as Izuku walked down a dim hallway, the lights suddenly flickered and dimmed. Out of nowhere, a phantom of a woman appeared, shrieking, "You promised me pretty, Chisaki! You promised me pretty... Now look at me... LOOK AT ME!" She pounded on a nearby door with frenzied desperation.
Then, just as quickly as she appeared, the ghostly figure vanished. The lights flickered back to normal, leaving Izuku frozen in place, stunned.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to shake it off, telling himself that it was nothing more than hallucinations. Then, without wasting another second, he stepped through the door, finally entering the Medical Pavilion.
"Oh no! There are ghosts in this damn city now!" Mina shrieked, her face draining of color as she clutched at her cheeks in horror.
"There are no ghosts," Aizawa replied flatly, barely looking up. "He's most likely experiencing hallucinations—probably a side effect of that Plasmid he injected earlier."
"But if that were the case, Midoriya's counterpart would likely be hallucinating things from his own experiences—memories, familiar faces, maybe even twisted versions of what he's already seen in the city," Nezu said, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "But what he witnessed wasn't anything he should recognize. The voices, the images—they were completely foreign to him." He folded his paws in front of him, a subtle tension in his posture. "That suggests this isn't just a side effect of the Plasmid. No... something deeper, more unusual is at play here."
Upon entering the Medical Pavilion, the first thing Izuku saw was a disturbing mural: a woman's photo framed at the center, with a blood-soaked stretcher and surgical instruments arranged in front of it like some kind of grotesque offering.
"Damn... this universe is starting to make me feel sick," Eri muttered, scrunching up her nose and hugging her arms tightly around herself. "I've watched plenty of gory movies before, but this? This feels way too real. Maybe it's because Izu's actually part of it, unlike those movies."
"Yeah... I know what you mean," Izuku gave her a gentle, understanding nod. "I've seen a lot of alternate versions of myself by now—some good, some... not so much," he said quietly. "And I guess I've gotten a little numb to it over time. But every now and then, it still hits me just how strange it all is."
"You keep on eye peeled for Chisaki. The daft bastard's shop in the surgery wing. You wanna find him, just follow the blood," Atlas's voice crackled through the radio just as Izuku's gaze drifted to an audio diary lying next to the mural. Curious, he picked it up and pressed play.
'Adam presents new problems for the professional. As your tools improve, so do your standards. There was a time I was happy enough to take off a wart or two, or turn a real circus freak into something you can show in the daylight. But that was then, when we took what we got, but with ADAM... the flesh becomes clay. What excuse do we have not to sculpt, and sculpt, and sculpt, until the job is done?'
"You know," Rumi said, arms crossed and a mocking grin spreading across her face, "from what Ryu's told me, no matter how creepy and unhinged this version of Overhaul looks on screen, the one we've got in our world is somehow still the worst. Impressive, really."
"You wouldn't dare say that if I still had my hands," Overhaul growled, glaring at her. "One touch of my finger, and I would've turned you into rabbit stew."
"You want to touch me?" Rumi scoffed, her voice laced with disdain as she gave him a once-over like he was a roach on the floor. "Please. Keep dreaming. Plenty of people fantasize about getting close to me... but for pathetic little creeps like you, that's all it'll ever be—a fantasy."
Setting the diary down, Izuku pressed forward. But he didn't get far before running into trouble—two kinds, to be exact. First were the splicers lurking in the halls. Dangerous, sure, but manageable. His second problem, however, was much worse: a fully automated turret that spotted him the moment he stepped into view and immediately opened fire.
Izuku dove behind the reception counter, barely avoiding being turned into shredded cheese. Bullets tore through the air where he'd been standing just moments earlier.
"The more I see of this place, the more it feels like Rapture wasn't designed as a city at all," Endeavor said, his eyes narrowing. "It's a fortress—built to keep people out, or maybe to keep them in. First those machine gun–equipped security bots, and now these fully automated turrets loaded with high-caliber rounds... this place is wired for war."
"Is that really all that shocking?" Hawks replied with a shrug, lounging casually in his seat. "We're talking about a bunch of elitists who literally ran away from the rest of the world because they thought they were better than everyone else. Of course, they built their precious utopia with enough firepower to scare off an army." He leaned forward slightly, a note of curiosity creeping into his voice. "And if this is just what we're seeing on the surface? I'd bet anything there's something even bigger... and way deadlier—just waiting deeper in the city."
As he caught his breath, Atlas's voice came through the radio, far too calm for the situation. "Remember, all those machines'll short out right and proper if you hit 'em with Electro Bolt!"
Izuku's eye twitched at the late advice. Still, he raised his hand and fired a surge of lightning at the turret just as it began to spin toward him again. Sparks flew as it short-circuited, the weapon falling silent.
Not trusting the shutdown to last, Izuku sprinted forward and quickly hacked into its system, converting the turret to his side.
The commotion had drawn nearby splicers, their twisted silhouettes emerging from the shadows—but the turret handled them with ruthless precision, mowing them down before they could get close, saving Izuku both effort and precious ammo.
"Man, that guy's a total miracle worker with how fast he hacks those machines," Yosetsu Awase said, letting out a low whistle. "If I had skills like that, I would've wiped the floor with the other classes during the Sports Festival. First race? I'd just hack the robots, have 'em trip everyone else up, and cruise to the finish line."
"Not a bad idea, but I doubt U.A.'s robots are that easy to hack," Sen Kaibara said, casually waving off the suggestion. "Besides, even if you could pull it off, you'd probably just end up messing with the General Ed and Business Course kids. Class 1-A would've crushed the robots either way—just like they did during the race."
Just as Izuku let out a relieved breath, his eyes landed on an audio diary resting on the reception desk—somehow intact despite the turret's earlier barrage. Curious, he picked it up and saw the name Rikiya Yotsubashi etched on the label. Without hesitation, he pressed play.
'On the surface, the Parasite expects the doctor to heal them for free, the farmer to feed them out of charity. How little they differ from the pervert who prowls the streets, looking for a victim he can ravish for his grotesque amusement.'
"What a disgusting mindset!" Recovery Girl snapped, her eyes blazing as she struck the floor with her syringe-shaped cane. Thwack! The sharp sound echoed with her fury. "Everyone deserves access to healthcare—especially for basic medical needs! We may not live in a perfect world where universal care is easy to provide, but calling the less fortunate parasites?" She shook her head in disbelief. "That's not just ignorant—it's downright vile."
Izuku grimaced at Rikiya's words but shook his head as he pressed on through the ruined corridor until he came to a door encased in solid ice. With no way to melt or break through it, he turned back—only to spot another audio diary lying beside a bloodstained message scrawled on the wall:
"Adam denies any excuse for not being beautiful."
This one belonged to Dr. Kai Chisaki. He played it as he examined the grotesque writing.
'I am beautiful, yes. Look at me, what could I do to make my features finer? With Adam and my scalpel, I have been transformed. But is there not something better? What if now it is now my skill that fails me... but my imagination?'
"Talk about tooting your own horn," Setsuna said with a dry, unimpressed tone. "Calling yourself beautiful over and over again... Honestly, I don't think Rapture made this guy go off the deep end—it probably just gave him the perfect playground to lose his mind without anyone stopping him."
Meanwhile, Himiko let out a wistful sigh, her eyes lingering on the flickering screen showing the crumbling beauty of Rapture. There was something about that place that called to her—a city where she could cut, slice, and bleed to her heart's content without anyone selfishly getting in the way of her fun. A twisted thought slithered into her mind, and she couldn't help but smile. Maybe... just maybe, she and those Splicers would get along like old friends.
Izuku scowled and tossed the diary aside, and kept moving. Soon, he stumbled upon another one—this time with a new name: Kaina Tsutsumi. [Brigid Tenenbaum = Kaina Tsutsumi (Lady Nagant)]
Kaina tensed in her seat the moment her name appeared on screen. Up until now, none of the audio diaries from anyone's counterpart had been particularly flattering, and she had no reason to believe hers would be any different. Still, she forced herself to push the unease aside. She wasn't in any position to judge her other selves... not when her own hands were already stained deep red. In truth, she suspected that even some of her worst counterparts might still be cleaner than she was.
'I was at German prison camp only of sixteen years old when I realize I have love for science. German doctor, he make experiment. Sometime, he make scientific error. I tell him of this error, and this make him angry. But then he asks, "How can a child know such a thing?" I tell him, "Sometimes, I just know." He screams at me, "Then why tell me?" "Well," I said, "if you're going to do such things, at least you should do them properly."'
Izuku's brows furrowed. This woman sounded... different. Calculating, but not quite like the others.
Kaina couldn't help but agree with the thoughts voiced by the on-screen Izuku. Her counterpart didn't come across as arrogant and self-serving like Rikiya Yotsubashi, nor did she seem unhinged or deranged like Chisaki. Instead, there was a chilling sense of detachment in her voice—a cold, disillusioned tone that struck uncomfortably close to home. It reminded Kaina of the person she used to be back when she was the HPSC's enforcer—calculated, distant, and resigned to carrying out orders without question or remorse.
Still, he had no time to linger on her story. He set the diary back down and continued deeper into the halls, fighting off splicers as they emerged from the shadows.
Eventually, he came across another vending machine. This one had yet another audio diary beside it—once again belonging to Rikiya Yotsubashi. He hit play as he started hacking into the machine's security.
'It has been brought to my attention that some citizens have discovered ways to... "hack" the vending machines. I should not need to remind each and every citizen of Rapture that free enterprise is the foundation upon which our society has been established. Parasites will be punished.'
"Damn it! They're stealing from my counterpart even after he welcomed them into his paradise!" Re-Destro growled through clenched teeth. "He should wipe out those parasites once and for all!"
"And how's he supposed to do that?" Dabi asked with a smirk, leaning back lazily. "The guy can't even keep one rogue civilian from tearing through his precious city. And you think he can outsmart people who know Rapture like the back of their hand? Please. They'll run circles around him till he drops."
"Shut your mouth!" Re-Destro snapped, his face flushed with fury. "My counterpart is the king of Rapture! There has to be a way for him to purge the filth infecting his city!"
"If you say so, champ..." Dabi muttered, waving him off with a lazy flick of his hand.
Just as Rikiya's recording ended, Izuku finished hacking the vending machine and began scanning its inventory for EVE syringes to power his plasmid, along with ammo for his weapons. He let out a dry chuckle at the timing of the diary's message, then turned and headed toward Aesthetic Ideals—Dr. Chisaki's surgical department.
"Well, it looks like young Midoriya's counterpart is finally reaching the end of his wild goose chase," All Might said, leaning back in his chair with a hint of relief in his voice. "At this rate, it won't be long before he comes face-to-face with that doctor."
"I'd say it's a bit too soon to make that call," Nezu replied with an amused chuckle, his eyes glinting with curiosity. "After all, both the city of Rapture and Midoriya's counterpart are far more unpredictable than they appear at first glance."
To be continued...