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As the purple flash faded, the UA staff (and some other heroes) immediately scanned their surroundings on high alert. A large theatre room greeted them; comfortable seating, a blue vending machine in the corner, a green projector with a large screen. The pro heroes quickly assume fighting positions around their dazed students when they spot the League of Villains on the other side of the room.

"What is going on?!"

"A villain attack?!"

"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU BASTARDS!"

"Everyone! Assume defensive positions! Check if anyone is wounded!"

"ATTACK THOSE NPCS!"

Amidst the cacophony, a nearby orange speaker sputtered with feedback before a booming voice reverberated through the large viewing hall.

"Attention, heroes and villains. You have arrived at Theatre Hall 1901. You are of U-772014(███). You are here as this hall has been booked by ██████."

The occupants of the room stilled as a piercing chill caused them to freeze. The broadcasted voice seemed human-like yet somehow altogether foreign at the same time. An unnatural quality of dread and fear. They eyed each other staring at the pink line separating heroes and villains, neither side willing to move a muscle.

"Ah yes. A small helper will be there soon to explain. As for now, I have to inform you that any otherworldly abilities you may possess have been deactivated. Do not cross the Petun-faction line or you will be temporarily incapacitated."

As the hall's occupants began to shift around; being able to move again, yet not daring to cross the neon pink line for fear of the broadcaster's vague threat; a small grey humanoid-figure appeared out of thin air and began walking to a nearby podium(wait was that there before?).

Climbing up the podium, the figure let out purple sparks before addressing the group.

"Please take a seat. I am VGSH-5272, and have been assigned the name 'Cubic'." Another sputter of sparks flew before the mechanical voice warped into a more friendly, almost human tone. "Simply put, a group of powerful beings want you to show you another universe."

"Another universe? Like one where we made different choices and the timeline therefore changed?" A certain green-haired boy asked.

"No, rather a completely different universe from your own. It operates on a seperate set of reality with its own history, logic and understanding. For example, this version of yourselves don't have quirks. You will be seeing yourselves in this universe but there is a high chance that you will be vastly different. This seems especially so as certain elements of this universe have been considered asinine and slightly confusing."

"That doesn't sound reassuring."

"I wonder what will be so different."

"Can we get some snacks? What? I'm hungry after all this learnin."

"The vending machine is operated by a keypad which can be used to request specific food items…yes Toga, blood is an option, as well as any cushions and pillows for your comfort."

A little while later…

When everyone had settled into their seats with their snacks, the small robot began to speak again.

"This first recording is an interview. With All Might."

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"This first recording is an interview. With All Might."

The faces of most of the hall's occupants visibly brightened with the mention of the #1 hero's name with the exceptions of Endeavor and most of the LOV.

"Another one? The nerd's listened to basically all of them at this point." Bakugou leaned back into his chair, with a slight grin on his face.

"It's another universe Kacchan! We need to see this!" Midoriya had pulled out a pen and notebook (What on earth I thought we removed all of their equipment), intensely staring at the screen, absolutely ready to write down everything word for word.

Yagi curled in on himself out of embarrassment as he continued eating his favourite not-too sweet custard pudding.

The little bit of chatter that had risen with the mention of All Might, died down as the lights dimmed down and the green projector began to run.

Team Fortress 2 Music plays with a title card displaying the words "Meet the Heavy"

"The Heavy?" Denki asked, confused.

"Maybe that's just All Might's Hero name in the other universe?" Midoriya replied, scribbling a few new paragraphs into his notebook. "I still think All Might is a cooler codename though." he added under his breath.

"Since you mentioned that we don't have quirks, it makes sense that All Might would use weapons," Yaoyorozu commented eyeing the Minigun motif and bandolier.

A buff man walks towards the camera and ammunition box holding a minigun before setting it down, crushing the box.

"That's All Might for sure! It just crushed that cardboard box like it was nothing!"

All Might stared for a second wondering how he managed to become buff even without One For All.

"I am Heavy Weapon s Guy. And this is my weapon."

All Might clutched his minigun.

"Heavy weapons guy?"

"Gatling guns, like the one shown on the screen, are heavy weapons that require additional support either from the strength of the user or mechanical support from it being mounted on the ground or a vehicle," Yaoyorozu explained.

"So basically All Might is strong enough to carry that gun and also to fire it." Shoto concluded.

"I wonder if I could too," Uraraka wondered to herself.

"Is no one questioning why All Might has a Russian accent?" Kaminari interjected.

"I think you should be more worried about your top hero with a minigun." Kurogiri observed from his corner.

"She weighs 150 kilograms and fires 200 dollar custom tool cartridges at ten thousand rounds per minute. It cost $400 000 to fire this weapon for twelve seconds."

Ochako did a spit-take and decided maybe a minigun wouldn't be worth it.

Izuku did a few calculations and exclaimed: "That's ¥259 390 000 for one minute! How does he earn enough money to use it? Maybe he ends his fight really quickly to cut down costs? How would someone reduce the co-" Izuku rambled off into a mutter storm, scratching his pencil into dust.

As Cubic handed him a new pencil, it interjected saying; "This interview was held in 1968, so the actual cost in your time would be approximately ¥1 621 187 500 per minute."

"1968? That's when there were a bunch of wars around the globe and quite a few assassinations," Itsuka remarked thoughtfully.

"Maybe All Might is part of the war effort?" Mashiaro suggests.

All Might begins laughing at something.

"I'll be honest, that laugh scares me."

All Might rotates the barrel of his gun to examine it and gasps.

"Oh my god, who touched Sasha?."

"He named it?"

"Aw that's a cute name." Midnight remarked.

All Might cov ers the barrel of his gun with his hand before yelling.

"WHO TOUCHED MY GUN!"

"That seems very dangerous holding his hand over the muzzle."

"One should observe proper gun safety when welding any firearm," Tenya proclaimed before sitting down.

"I guess his gun is really precious to him." Eijirou added.

"Some people think they can outsmart me. Maybe. Maybe."

All Might sniffled.

"Aw I feel bad for him."

"Hey, we can be dumb together man." Denki chirped as Kyoka stared at him with mild confusion.

Toshinori leans toward the camera before holding up a bullet.

"I have yet to meet one that can outsmart bullet."

"With his minigun, I don't think even Kirishima can stand up to Heavy." Izuku explained, showing everyone the calculated rate of fire from "Sasha".

"Wait, Heavy?" A 1B student asked.

"Well this version of All Might uses a gun, probably kills people based on that line about bullets and calls himself Heavy Weapons Guy. So I just wrote that down as his name."

"I guess that makes sense."

The video ends with a display of Heavy's unhinged grin and manic laughter as he fires into a battle, blood splattering all over the ground.

The theatre was still for a moment before Present Mic spoke up.

"I guess that shows that he does kill people."

"That terrain doesn't look like Vietnam's jungles. It looks like some kind of barren, dusty trench with some rundown infrastructure." Momo observed.

"It could be a different part of Vietnam?"

"That was a lot of corpses, this guy is unhinged." Cementoss spoke with thinly veiled disgust.

"Well he seemed to really be enjoying the opportunity to end more lives." Eraserhead commented.

"Cry some more."

"All Might is scary in this universe." Mina asked still a tad bit shocked from the blood splatters.

"Seeing as how he is Russian, it would seem that he would be fighting on the side of the USSR against the Warsaw Pact. The terrain looks very different from the battlefield in our world. Maybe it's different in their world." Shoji speaks up from one of his mouths before sitting back to listen to the closing music.

"So, this universe's All Might is known as Heavy Weapons Guy, is Russian and uses a minigun." Shoto once again summarises.

"Yes, I do prefer out All Might though. He's more friendly with seemingly more sanity." Shouta answers before sipping his coffee.

"If All Might is a murderous gunman then I wonder what we'll be like" Izuku wondered before Bakugou exploded again;

"SHUT YOU FUCKIN EXTRAS, LETS GET THIS STUPID SHIT DONE ALREADY!"

The occupants of the hall got another round of refreshments as the projector chugged along once more.

Chapter Text

''Faster Than A Speeding Bullet' plays before a retractable door rises in front of a large warehouse.

Midoriya shifts to running stance in anticipation.

"Huh this music is different."

"Hey, it's Deku!"

"DEKU! WHY IS THE STUPID NERD RIGHT AFTER ALL MIGHT!"

Midoriya whimpered and curled in on himself a little, uncomfortable at all the attention while a few of the other audience members felt the suspense of the scene and inched closer.

"It's one of those hero brats again."

A shot of the warehouse pans to show mercenaries preparing for battle with a sentry gun posted on a roof. 

"That's a bunch of people."

"NO SHIT SHERLOCK!"

"HEY! YOU ALMOST KNOCKED INTO ME!"

Hatsume jumped out of her seat, almost face planting into the floor in her excitement. 

"That looks like some kind of turret. But the targeting system seems a lot smaller than the ones on our robots. I SIMPLY MUST HAVE THE BLUEPRINTS!"

A small rattle from Cubic before pair of large wires stopped Hatsume from giving anyone an injury. 

"Please calm yourself Ms. Hatsume. I will share a copy of the blueprints with you later."

With a quick scan of the area, Midoriya cocks his shotgun and rushes the warehouse alongside the rest of his team.

The sentry gun's sensor beeps red as it turns and opens fire on the RED team.

"YOUNG MIDORIYA!" All Might nearly screamed in a fearful tone.

"Deku! Why are you running AT the gun turret?!"

Midoriya stared at the screen, just wondering if his other self had a death wish. He could feel Aizawa Sensei's thousand-yard stare burning the back of his head.

The Scout increases his speed, moving ahead of his teammates as bullets fly past him. He manages to turn a corner, firing a few shots from his shotgun before doing a FUCKPHYSICS™ jump across a building.

The audience were at the edge of their seats, tensing while watching Midoriya's counterpart do some incredibly risky manoeuvres. 

"Midoriya, with your track record I am going to have to beg you to please never try this."

"Come on Iida, I'm not going to try and rush a machine gun!"

"What the-how did he make it to the other building?!"

The Scout continued to run, weaving through pillars and dodging rockets. With a great speed, Midoriya's counterpart rushed across the train tracks just before it chugs along, killing the soldier.

All Might cannot take the level of stress his successor gives him, it seems that in every universe they rush to take danger head on. He accepts another stress ball from Cubic before sinking back into his seat.

"This Midoriya doesn't have a quirk, how on earth is he that fast?!"

Bakugou stared at Midoriya for a second, contemplating if his speed was truly One For All before shrugging and watching a man get crushed to death by a speeding train.

"WHAT THE FU-"

Meet the Team Music plays as it reveals a title card with the words 'Meet the Scout'.

"So All Might's strength is why he is assigned to heavy weapons. Does that mean Deku was chosen because of his speed and agility?"

"Maybe, he's not exactly being stealthy right now."

Izuku walks onto the screen in a red shirt missing his shotgun and bat.

"Uh, I don't even know where to start with you. I mean do you even know who you're talking to?"

"So another interview?"

"This version of Midoriya seems to have a very different demeanour." Nedzu noted. "Also, an American accent, Boston I believe?"

"He seems kinda cocky."

A Heavy in a BLU uniform and carrying a shotgun is about to take a bite from his sandwich before being tapped on the head.

"Yo, what's up." The RED Scout says.

"Wait, their uniforms are of a different colour, is he about to fight All Might?" Yaoyorozu asks, a little afraid to have her question answered.

"This Midoriya doesn't really understand stealth even though he's a 'scout'. He's about to get beaten by All Might." Aizawa murmured, a tad bit annoyed seeing someone who should value being silent, running around obnoxiously.

"Do you have any idea? Any idea who I am?"

"He's getting on my nerves," Bakugou growled, "SHUT THE FUCK UP EXTRA!"

"He really thinks highly of himself huh."

Midoriya felt like there was something wriggling beneath his skin while just seeing someone who looked like him and sounded like him with an accent, acting in such a loud and brash manner.

Toshinori and Midoriya start yelling at each other as both get into fighting stances, Midoriya ducking under All Might's punch.

"Well I think he's safe for now as long he keeps dodging."

"Seeing as how the two squads have been killing each other with guns, I'm surprised All Might hasn't started firing his minigun yet."

"Those heavy weapons take a while to rev up, All Might was on a break and caught off guard."

"Basically kind of a big deal."

The twin wires once again pop out, this time from Bakugou's seat, preventing him from throwing his flailing body at the screen.

"Please don't damage the screen, it can be quite expensive to obtain here.

"FUU-EXTRA!" is all Katsuki can scream before falling back onto the cushioned seat.

All Might and Deku continue yelling as Midoriya uses the bat to try to choke Toshinori.

The audience couldn't really root for either party except for the LOV, especially Tomura who let out a small, " Give him hell, bush boy."

"I think Midoriya is winning?"

"Oh man, that's beautiful." Midoriya admires his arm before the scene once again cuts back to the duel where BLU Heavy is restraining RED Scout, both still yelling.

"At least the boy has confidence in himself." Midnight remarked with a glint in her eye.

"Nevermind what I said about him having the upperhand."

"He lost the bat again?!"

"You listening? Okay, grass grows, birds fly, sun shines and brother, I hurt people." Izuku tapped the camera lens with his finger, leaving a fingerprint behind.

"Well that seems like a real manly line," Kirishima stated, giving him a thumbs up, Tetsutetsu eerily mirroring him.

"So not only is he a lot more brash and rude, he's also a lot more prone to violence."

"All of you heroes are prone to violence, you're just good at making excuses!" Tomura shrieked.

RED Scout slams his bat into BLU Heavy's torso, making him clutch his chest in pain.

All Might glanced at his boy, thanking heavens above that his successor was usually an angel before wincing at how terrible the injury sounded.

"I'm a force of nature."

RED Scout slams his bat upwards, bashing BLU Heavy in the chin sending him reeling backwards.

"All Might is really getting a beating."

"SPEED MATTERS!"

"SHUT UP GECKO!"

"If you came from where I came from, you'd be f@#$ing dead!"

Midoriya bounces off a metal crate before slamming his bat into the head of a screaming All Might.

"This is very brutal."

"He just beat up All Might!"

Midoriya did not like this rude, obnoxious and All Might-abusing self and really hoped the recording would end soon.

Midoriya gives a final whoop of joy before the screen goes black.

The screen then changes to show the final clip of Midoriya eating All Might's sandwich on the man's unconscious body.

"I DON'T LIKE HIM AT ALL!"

"You have to admit, he did take out All Might and that last shot was badass."

"I DON'T WANT TO HURT ALL MIGHT!"

The final yell moved a few of the audience to get some new snacks, adjust their cushions or just start chatting about the recording they just saw.

"This world seems kinda dark," Thirteen said.

"Blunt force trauma and bullets are nothing new to the hero business, I just don't want our students to pick up these habits of shouting and yelling in a serious mission." Aizawa downed another macchiato before pulling another of Yamada"s pillows out for himself.

"Hey!"

"I think we should offer our input to the students, guiding their growth with our experience is essential." The principal concluded.

Meanwhile, the students were having their own conversation. 

"Man, Midoriya is tough in the other universe, huh?"

"All Might would have won if he used another gun!"

"Hey Midobro, you alright?"

"Thanks Sero, this whole idea is just a little much for me."

"Take your time man, here you can have one of my pillows," Kaminari offered.

"Thanks guys, I really appreciate all you guys caring about me."

As the students dissolved into their own observations on the new recording (as well as pouring over a few blue sheets on sentry guns), the villains also wanted to have their own screen time. Unfortunately, due to Spinner's love for hit and run tactics as well as Shigaraki being a very independent video game tactician, a few wires were needed to keep them from much violence.

"This next recording is about the maker of the sentry guns you saw just now. The engineer."

"YEEEEEEES! NEW BABIES!"

Chapter Text

The screen was once again illuminated with a green sheen before the usual title card appeared. The title card displays the words “Meet THE ENGINEER” with the insignia of a sentry gun before fading to view of a man strumming on his guitar.

“Hey, it’s Iida! Didn't expect him to take a job at the Support Department.”

“He’s pretty good with that acoustic even though he has bulky insulated gloves. It’s pretty rare for guitars to have metal bridges in that time too.” Jirou pointed out.

“Hey Iida, can you play the guitar like that? It’s pretty good.” Kirishima asked Iida excitedly.

“I, unfortunately, have not been able to learn the intricacies of learning to play the guitar.“

“Hey look buddy, I’m an engineer. That means I solve problems.”

“YEAAA! A fellow Texan!” Pony yelled.

“Support engineers have indeed solved many problems, not just with the issues and obstacles of a hero industry but they were a key player during the events of the Dawn of Quirks and helped the World progress rather than deteriorate in the chaos.” Power Loader commented, interested in the perspective of an engineer in a war.

“Well since they are in a war, I would assume they would be trying to capture territory which comes with the problems of defending points of interest from attackers and supplying the soldiers efficiently.” Izuku noted.

A gunshot.

“Whoa! Hey man, take cover!”

“Aren’t mechanics and technicians supposed to stay away from the frontline? This seems quite dangerous.” 

“Some have to stay on the frontlines to maintain the equipment.”

“ Not problems like ‘What is beauty?’ because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy.”

Two more bullets strike the truck behind Iida.

“Can you talk about this later? Those bullets keep landing near your head.” 

“Je suis la beauté.”

“This is quite foolish! He is far too ignorant of how dangerous the area is.”

“Calm down Iida, don’t give yourself an aneurysm.” Jirou whispered, handing him the cup of tea Yaoyorozu had passed to her while trying to get the twitching class president to sit down and relax.

“I solve practical problems.”

Iida reaches behind a box to take a swig from a brown bottle with the label ‘Blu Streak’ as machine whirs offscreen and with a few muzzle flashes and gunshot sounds, a scream is heard. A counter on the box changes from 209 to 210.

“Drinking on the battlefield? This man is ridiculous!”

“From the sound of it, he has some defensive measures protecting him.”

“THE TURRET BABIES!”

“HIS GUN SHOT TWO HUNDRED AND TEN PEOPLE?!” 

Shigaraki heard some muffled whispering on his right. Turning he saw Principal Nedzu whispering in Power Loader’s ear calmly as the teacher requested a notebook and a pen. That’s probably fine, on an unrelated note, maybe he shouldn’t attack UA’s main campus for a while until he gets more nomus with bullet resistance.

The man places the beer down before returning to his acoustic guitar.

“For instance, how am I gonna stop some mean motherhubber from tearing me a structurally superfluous new behind.”

A silhouette moves in the background through the trees.

“What a what?”

“That’s as close as Four-Eyes gets to swearing.” Bakugou remarked.

“Hey, someone is sneaking up on him.”

“Iida look out!” cried Kirishima to the screen.

A sentry turns and fires its machine gun resulting in a few shouts of pain.

“Single machine gun with internal magazine, motion sensor, tripod for balance…”

Hatsume mutters like a maniac, Midoriya also muttering while scribbling down a few notes.

“Dear god, it's spreading.”

“The answer is…”

A double-gatling turret fires at a few more screaming people offscreen.

“..use a gun.”

“This man is THE American stereotype.”

Hatsume and Midoriyas’ voices speed up. “Auto-cranking, external cabling, belt-fed.”

“DEKU! AIM-FOR-EYES! SHUT UP!”

Hatsume turned with a death glare but a remainder of the not-so-comfortable restraints stopped her from jumping over and knocking out the screaming blonde boy.

“I wonder if Giran has any of those.”

Detective Tsukauchi perked up, quickly taking notice of the connection between the villainous broker and the LoV. 

“And if that don’t work?”

A tripod picks up a target and fires its rocket silos with a quick blast.

“Use more gun.”

The salvo of rockets explode, taking out an enemy.

“My ARM!”

“He is enjoying it, look at that GRIN!” Kaminari shouted.

“He is taking pride in his work!” protested Hatsume.

“Yeah no he definitely enjoys it.”

A dismembered hand lands on the floor.

“Like this heavy calibre tripod mounted lil’ old number designed by me, built by me.” The Engineer kicks the hand away causing the tripod to fire at it.

“Seems a little gruesome.”

“Mmm that blood looks delicious.”

“Toga, I said this once, I’ll say it again; Don’t lick random blood you find! Especially if you have no idea how long it's been on the ground.” Thoughts of a delirious, cackling Toga prowling the bar’s ceiling upside down made the man of purple mist want to just break somet- oh thank you Cubic. Kurogiri chugged down the shot of whiskey and settled down once more.

“So not only did he make all that, he also designed it himself? This man is truly a genius.”

“And you best hope, not pointed at you.”

The camera pans out as ‘More Gun’ swells in volume, showing multiple sentry tripods on the BLU truck Iida is sitting next to, firing into a swarm of mercenaries charging at him.

“He seems to be really good at area denial with all those sentry tripods. Problem is that it would take awhile to set up all those defences in a new area and you would need to have a ready supply to reload the guns with.” Izuku explained, reading of his notes.

“Well I guess that’s why he’s got that truck.”

Repulsion and annoyance was clear on Iida’s face as he mumbled on about safety procedures and drinking on the battlefield as Power Loader closed his notebook and relaxed into his chair with a contented sigh. Shigaraki talked to Kurogiri, who seemed more gaseous than usual about the logistics and cost that some turrets would cost if they asked a certain broker. Most of the students were discussing how cool the Texan is when a loud beep came from Cubic. 

“What’s going on little buddy? Karminari got on his knees to examine the robot.
“I have to run a diagnostic on some of the theatre’s equipment.” the robot explained; “The next recording should play soon. Excuse me for a moment, I will be back shortly.”

A pale purple flash illuminated the room as the small figure vanished. 

“Well, I guess we should just wait then.” 

Chapter Text

“So you think this is just a simulation?” Ochako questioned.

“No. That would be ridiculous.” Shoto answered.

“Good. You had me a tad bit worried, Todoro-” Tenya started.

“No, I think that this is a test by the HPSC to see how we react to our clones. They made those backstories up and now they are showing it to us. Then they’ll make us fight them to test how we deal with a not-exact copy of ourselves.”

“Ah. I’m going to help Midoriya.”

Tenya stumbled off, the very idea of a simulation was enough for him to need some of Yaoyorozu’s tea, but clones? Clones. Yeah sure why not. 

“Iida are you okay?”

“I am quite alright Midoriya. I came over here to help you with the cushions.”

Iida and Midoriya slowly packed up the violet pillows Midoriya ordered from the vending machine as they quickly printed in sparks of purple energy. The pillows were then unceremoniously dropped near the students' fort. They had built a pillow fort as one would do in any theatre using the purple vendor. 

“Hatsume, don’t touch the projector.”

Mei had obviously gotten close to the bright green machine again, very much tempted to touch it and see how it worked. The bright sparks were mesmerising but once a spark had burnt you, you don’t really want to go near it again. 

“Is it gonna start already?” Dabi complained, grumpily accepting another shot from Kurogiri. 

“Don’t drink too much, I don’t want to be near your drunk ass Baconbits.” Spinner snorted before sitting back down next to Mr. Compress. 

“Shut up Cowabunga. Keep chugging water like a health nut.” 

As Dabi and Spinner yelled at each, with Toga cheering and Twice crying as usual, the green projector started whirring as a bright green filled a big screen. 

The familiar green morphs into a titlecard with the words ‘Meet THE DEMOMAN” with the sticky launcher insignia.

“Demo..man?”

“Demolition is where they tear down buildings efficiently and safely so we can build new buildings,” Uraraka explained to Ojiro.

“Except he probably would try to maximise casualties based on what we’ve seen of these soldiers,” Midoriya said, looking at all the ‘MIGHT BE CRAZY’ warnings he had written on his notebook.

“Which country are they from? Usually soldiers have some kind of identification on them unless they are black-ops?” Toshinori stared at the sticky bomb insignia.

“Perhaps, like you heroes, they are just mercenaries paid to kill.” Mr. Compress taunted, earning himself some glares from the hero's side.

Explosions go off in a tunnel as a figure rushes out. Freezeframe captures a gleeful Bakugou, a grenade launcher in hand and an eyepatch over his left eye. 

“Huh, Bakugou has one eye and even without a quirk is still insanely terrifying.”

“A smiling Bakugou is always a terrifying sight. What’s with the eyepatch though?” Kirishima huffed, sinking into his little pillow guard post. 

“WHY DO I LOOK LIKE A PIRATE!”

“What makes me a good Demoman? If I were a bad demoman, I wouldn’t be sittin’ here discussing it with you, now would I?!”

Bakugou yells at the interviewer from the midst of a warehouse full of boxes and a bottle of cider nearby.

“This Bakugou seems… less ‘yelly’? Still angy by a lot, but less angy.” Kaminari said, smiling at a glaring Bakugou.

“SHUT UP!”

“He’s also Scottish?” 

“SHUT UP ROUNDFACE!”

“Let’s do it!”

Bakugou yells with 'Drunken Pipe Bomb' playing before charging into battle with his team dodging rockets and explosions. 

“Not one of you is gonna survive this!”

“Less running around and blow something up already.” Bakugou grumbled.

“It’s a grenade launcher, he needs to get in range, Kacchan.”

“One crossed wire, one wayward pinch of potassium chloride, one errant twitch and KABLOOIE!”

“I guess he is very careful with his explosives then.”

Bakugou fires a grenade at the wall which bounces off and explodes upon contact with a Pyro. 

“Shouldn’t that grenade have exploded against the wall?” Present Mic questioned.

“Well, I think his grenade might just be on a time limit.”

Cut to the Demoman chugging down a bottle of strong cider.

“Disgusting.”

As much as they shared an affinity with explosions, Katsuki grew more annoyed with his counterpart. He definitely hated the idea of drinking, how is he supposed to fight villains when his movement, brain function and senses are impaired?

Cuts between Demoman chugging scrumpy in the warehouse and a sentry being activated and firing at him. The Scout falls as he is hit by bullets. 

“No! Is he going to destroy the turret baby?!” Hatsume whined.

“Midoriya!”

“Deku! He got hit!”

“Midobro!”

Bakugou fires two grenades that bounce and explode, destroying the sentry gun.

“It’s down! Go check on Midobro!”

“Is Deku even alive after taking that many bullets and a bunch of rockets?”

The Demoman slams his bottle down on the table, seemingly in a much more depressed state. 

“I got ta’ make it out. I’m a black Scottish cyclops. They got more ██████ ███ ████████ ██ ███ █████ ████ ████ than they got the likes of me.”

“This Bakugou sounds super depressed.” Jirou commented.

“YO WHAT DID HE SAY!” yelled Kaminari, “It was all censored!”

“Well, he swears like Bakugou alright.”

“So! Ta’ll you fine dandies, so proud, so cocksure.”

Bakugou rushes to an entrance way to see All Might leading his team towards him. 

“He needs to retreat, he can’t fight all of them!” Mineta cried out.

“He has bombs, if he has any brain cells, he’d use them.” Bakugou spoke, watching the screen intently. 

"Prancin' about with ya head full of eyeballs."

The demoman retreats through the building as the blue mercs follow.

"Good. He's retreating. Call in some reinforcements!"

"Come and get me I say, I'll be waitin for you with a whiff of the ol' brimstone."

Bakugou turns with a grin before firing his launcher at the entrance as the blue team gets closer.

"He's got a plan."

"But All Might has a fricking machine gun!"

"I'm a Grimm bloody fable, with an unhappy bloody end."

The Blu team arrives to see Demoman drinking with sticky bombs all around the entranceway.

"Oh shit!"

"He just needs a choke point to decimate an entire team!" Midoriya exclaimed, jotting down another bullet point.

Katsuki let out an echoing cackle as the Blu team realised the immediate danger they were in.

With a salute, the Demoman detonates the sticky bombs, causing it to rain blood and flesh.

"AHAHAHAAA! Oh they're going to have to glue you back together…in hell!"

The theatre stilled for a moment, with the exception of the villains who were grinning or laughing at the gory scene.

"Well that was disturbing."

“I’m gonna throw up.”

"I guess Bakugou really does have issues in each reality."

"Shut up, Icyhot."

The theatre seemed to revive with the bickering between Katsuki and the Dekusquad.

"Well I prefer this Bakugou, he doesn't turn everyone to corpses, as much as he threatens to." Kirishima said with as much cheer as he could muster.

As the theatre returned to their own conversations and the Siege of Minas Pillow, Katsuki stared at his significantly less sweaty hands. 

"Kacchan, please stop! It’s dangero-"

The reminder of a small boy's explosions shook Katsuki back to reality.

"Yo, you okay Bakubro?"

Izuku felt someone staring at him as he scribbled another 'PROBABLY CRAZY' into his notebook.

"Whatever, Shitty Hair."

"Hey, that's mean!"

Chapter Text

A click.

“Unfortunately, we will require a few more minutes before the next viewing.”

Another click.

“Refreshments will be available within half an hour.”

Gears grind as a microphone pops out once more.

“5272,3428,8643, when will the equipment diagnostic be completed? I have to get Mahaule Industrial to get more of these damn bots.”

“2 minutes remaining.”

“12 minutes remaining.”

“45 minutes remaining.”

A sigh echoes around the room as a lever is pulled. 

“5 ticks. We need more Y-909 type amnestic sent to 1421….and remove his chainsaw rifle.”

-.-. .... .- -. --. .. -. --. / ... -.-. . -. . .-.-.- .-.-.- 

A lone RV camper van drives through a barren desert road. A hand moves towards a bobblehead and flicks its head.

“Boom. Headshot.”

The titlecard appears with the words ‘Meet THE SNIPER’ with the crosshair insignia.

“Ooh a sniper. Maybe Aoyama?”

“Twinkle toes would be seen immediately. That voice sounds familiar though.” Bakugou mused.

“Snipers are garbage, we paid like 2 million yen to get rid of that Musha Hero and they failed. If they weren’t locked in prison, I’d have Kurogiri sweep his ashes of they floor after I-”

“Firstly, a recently made top 9 hero isn’t going to be felled by an assassin you paid 2 million yen, that’s a paltry sum. Second, was this one of your Sensei’s tests?” Mr. Compress questioned.

“Shut up! Stupid snipers can’t hit for shit...”

“Snipin’s a good job mate.”

Aizawa pauses to make a turn.

“It’s challenging, outta doors. I’ll guarantee you won’t go hungry.”

“Eraser?!”

“I knew he sounded familiar even with that accent!”

“Sounds more profitable than having to deal with all these problem children.”

“Aizawa-sensei!”

Aizawa is brushing his teeth in the bathroom mirror with pictures of Midoriya, Iida and All Might hung on it. Midoriya and Iida’s photos are crossed out. 

“Cause at the end of the day, long as there’s two people left on the planet, someone is gonna want someone dead.”

“Wait, he killed Midoriya and Iida?”

“They are probably clones. I’m pretty sure seeing as Bakugou's counterpart literally killed All Might’s last viewing.” Midoriya explained.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. So there are multiple versions of us…not sure I like that.”

“Cynical view as always, Shouta.”

“I’d like to think I’m a bit more positive than that.

A scoped view of the BLU Heavy firing his minigun. As the crosshair lands on the All Might counterpart, he is immediately shot in the head. The bullet pierces the skull and shatters the bottle a BLU demoman was drinking out of. A piece of glass is stuck in his right eye as he slams into a wall in his confusion.

Yagi watched his counterpart, so easily killed by a single placed bullet. Knowing All For One, he wouldn't do that especially with his love of theatrics. But still just seeing easily he was killed sent a shiver down All Might's spine.

“Oh, he took out All Might with a single shot.”

“Oh dear lord, there’s a shard of glass in his eye.”

“Fucker deserves it for drinking that shit again.”

The Demoman flails around, takes out his grenade launcher, fires three grenades wildly in the air before falling over a ledge, with his stray grenades igniting a cluster of explosive barrels below, causing a chain explosion.

“Oh.”

“Well that will show him alright. Who just keeps explosive barrels in a warzone?”

“Eraserhead’s counterpart seems to be quite apathetic about this.”

“He’s an assassin. Killing is part of the job. I believe he would be more concerned with the collateral damage, especially the damage from the explosion.”

Aizawa’s counterpart uses a pay phone stand by the road.

“Dad? Dad, I'm a- ye- not a "crazed gunman" dad, I'm an assassin! ...Well, the difference bein' one is a job and the other's a mental sickness!"

“A prequirk era phone?”

“Those lines may be blurring at this point.”

“I’ll be honest with ya; my parents do not care for it.”

“Understandable. My parents still don’t really want me to be a hero but I mean they’ve helped me thus far…”

“My mom doesn’t like it either.”

The Sniper climbs up a mining headframe where he prepares to take a shot.

“I think his mate saw me.”

Bullets almost immediately begin firing as Aizawa takes cover.

“Snipers lose most effectiveness when spotted so they should probably get their team to draw attention away.” 

Timelapse plays of the Sniper camping in a gallery, with a jug of coffee, a cup and bottles of jarate that grow in number. 

“Eraser loves his coffee. He just chugs the entire jug every morning before he goes to class.” says Yamada happily.

“I see why those bottles are filling up so quickly then.”

“What is in those bo-”

Aizawa smiles before taking a shot. The shot switches to show him stabbing a man in his back with a kukri. The man collapses as the marksman relaxes with a smirk of self satisfaction on his face. 

“Wait, who is that guy?”

“Never seen him before.”

“More importantly, why did Aizawa-sensei stab him?! Doesn’t he use a rifle?”

“Well, it’s better to use a knife like that rather than a sniper rifle at close range.” Snipe answers. 

“Only if you’re bad at quick-scoping…” Shigaraki mutters in his chair.

“Feelings? Look mate, y’know who has a lot of feelings? Blokes that bludgeon their wife to death with a golf trophy. Professionals have standards.”

“Well he did seem a little bit vindicated by stabbing that….maybe civilian? So I don’t think he’s completely apathetic to violence like the rest of them.”

“Be polite.”

Aizawa takes off his hat and puts it on his chest, in front of the corpse.

“Being polite isn’t always your main concern but it’s a nice flair.”

“It distracts you, is what it does.” Aizawa retorts. 

“Be efficient.”

A scoped view shows a pink-haired medic, a soldier and a pyro getting headshotted.

“Have a plan to kill everyone you meet.”

The sniper reloads his bolt action rifle and gives a final shot at the camera, blacking out the screen.

“Wait, was that me?!” Hatsume yelled. 

“It does seem to be so. The camera moved on fast but I think I saw some kind of white suit and some kind of laser gun.” Midoriya quickly flipped to a new page to create theories on what Hatsume's job would be.

“Dad…Dad p- yea- put Mom on the phone!”

A few chuckles sounded throughout the audience before the screen went back to its usual grey state. 

“Well that was interesting. I wonder how Aizawa sensei works with the other soldiers in this war. So far they have mostly just been killing each other but I wonder how they are fighting the war.” Midoriya talked with his squad as he listed on about how Hatsume could be a lost ghostbuster I mean the proton gun probably wouldn’t be effective on humans but it is Hatsume so she could have re-engineered it to-

“Seeing as how you had that theory on cloning, I’m starting to wonder what kind of war it is. Which countries are working to clone and how did it pass ethical testi-” 

Todoroki grabbed Iida’s shoulder.

“Yes, Todoroki-kun?”

“I told you that they were clones.”

“TODOROKI!”

As the Dekusquad continued their squabbling, Spinner began to lecture the rest of the villains about how assassination and sniping is a heinous and dishonourable method.

“If it gets the job done, then it gets the job done. Wasn’t the Hero Killer just another assassi-”

“If Stain were to b-”

“SHUT UP ABOUT STAIN YOU GREASY PENKNIFE GECKO!”

“Master Tomura, please calm down.”

And there were two groups arguing. While the rest of the audience went to relax, Jirou tried to get another drink for herself when along with it a small purple contraption dispensed. 

“It says ‘Soundtracks thus far’. It has a screen but I have no idea how to use it.”

Present Mic handled the machine Jirou handed to him carefully, examining the screen displaying the songs. Further examination of the device revealed a small headphone jack, a charging port as well as an input port. 

A beep sounded from the wall beneath the screen. The small metallic humanoid once again entered the room to a varied response from the audience.

“YAY CUBIC!”

“Welcome back. How do you use this thing!”

“I’LL BURN YOUR STUPID STAIN HEADBAND! IT LOOKS LIKE YOU PICKED IT OUT A DUMPSTER!”“I'LL CHOP OFF YOUR FINGERS THEN MAKE YOU WATCH ME SEND YOUR PRECIOUS DUSTERSWORD TO THE DUNGEON BOSS!"

“Please stay safe when entering your pillow fortress.”

Chapter Text

“This next recording is of the mercenary known as the Soldier.” Cubic announced as the green projector started its usual whir. 

“Aha they are mercenaries, take that heroes!” Mr. Compress gloated, happy with his deduction.

“Can you tell us who the mercenaries are employed by?” Hawks asked while massaging his unresponsive wings.

“No.”

“What makes this guy so different from the others, aren’t they all soldiers to some capacity? Maybe he uses more standard assault weapons rather than the rest of the mercenaries who have their own niche.” Midoriya theorised.

A plume of flame is blasted from a Pyro’s flamethrower as it stands on a pile of boxes. The Pyro then thrusts its flamethrower into the air, triumphantly cheering before a rocket flies into the mercenary, exploding. 

“Well that’s unfortunate.”

“Why are they celebrating in the middle of a battlefield? Of course they got killed.”

A BLU Bakugou takes a swig of his cider before also being similarly destroyed. 

“This is ridiculous! Drinking and celebrating on an open battlefield. Who would pay for such incompetence?! Endeavour remarked in his usual grumpy mood.

“POW” The BLU All Might points a finger gun at the camera before being exploded. 

The titlecard flashes as usual with words ‘Meet THE SOLDIER’ and the insignia of a rocket.

“It seems that this mercenary uses a rocket launcher, unlike your theory Midoriya, it seems quite powerful but seems to only be able to take out stationary targets so they can probably only attack when the enemy is taking a break or they’ll have to calculate where the enemy’s movement accurately.” Yaoyorozu spoke.

“SHUT UP! IF WE JUST WATCH THEY’LL TELL US.” The usual blond boy yelled. (Thanks Katsuki)

“If fighting is sure to result in victory then we must fight.”

A woman spoke to a line of recruits.

“Miruko?!”

“I didn’t notice it last time because of that stupid helmet that covers her eyes!”

“HELL YEA! I GET ROCKETS BABY!”

“Wait, she’s talking to some recruits. And…quoting the Art of War,” Midoriya noted. “Maybe she’s teaching the new group of clones? I mean the blue version of her got terminated by Sniper right?”

The Dekusquad immediately began discussing again, to the chagrin of a certain Katsuki Bakugou, but was interrupted by Kirishima.

“Wait guys, the recruits, their helmets are blue.”

“Huh….Todoroki-kun?”

“It could be that the clones are mass produced by one organisation before being sent to fight each other.”

“Why would they be willing to do that? Wait a minute, these aren’t manufactured, they’re mercenaries, which need to be hired last I checked.”

Shoto paused before staring Kirishima in the eyes and saying, “Well that’s just a theory a GA-”

“SHUT UUUUUP! I WANNA WATCH! KEEP YOUR THEORIES TO YOURSELF!”

“You just like her because she uses high explosive projectiles.”

“Sun Tzu said that. And I’d say he knows a little more about fighting than you do pal because he invented it. And then he perfected it so that no living man could best him in the ring of honour.”

Miruko pokes the helmet on a merc’s head before continuing her speech. 

“Umm..what? Is Miruko okay, she sounds kinda American and might have a bit of an info mishap.”

“Very drill sergeant like. It does sound similar to her except I can feel her patriotism surging!” All Might stood up as he grinned his signature grin at the screen.

“What is that guy doing? I’m a villain but screaming like this is at the screen, what is he, a teenager?” 

“Stain said that-”

“SHUT UP!” Even Dabi and Toga who joined the LOV because of Stain were getting tired of the constant name drop from Spinner.

The Art of War soundtrack begins playing as the scene switches to a shot of Miruko waving a entrenching shovel while screaming maniacally.

“Yep, unhinged. Maybe even more than the other mercenaries so far.”

“I feel like when we watch her fighting on television, she still keeps this level of rage.”

The soldier charges across the ruined battlefield with her sawed-off shotgun. A BLU Demoman charges her firing his grenade launcher but misses before being killed by a blast of buckshot to his chest. 

“Ouch indeed.”

“That wasn’t even close!”

"That'll teach you to keep drinking so much."

“See, clones. How else could she blow one up and then shoot the same guy?”

Miruko switches to a rocket launcher as a medic runs out of the battlements firing syringes.

“Whoa whoa whoa, wait how did she just pull that rocket launcher out!”

“That’s Hatsume again! Is she firing syringes?”

Midoriya shivered at the thought of the needles being shot from a gun, a gun would do enough damage but needles like Toga’s support gear would be worse. It didn’t help with his personal history with….well..medical personnel. 

“Izuku it's time for your checku-”

Nope, no no no no, not today Satan.

“To the left!” Bakugou shouts.

“MAGGOTS!” Miruko yells before firing a rocket at the medic, creating an explosion of flesh and blood.

Mei froze as she watched her counterpart explode apart into giblets. She had always believed that somehow one of her babies would eventually kill her, but watching her own death was something else.

“Always check and clear corners, being caught off-guard may allow an enemy to attack with a quick, decisive assault.”

“Right up! Right up!”

Aizawa calls as he passes Miruko. “Go go go!” All Might rushes into the field with Miruko, brandishing his minigun as Aizawa follows him with his submachine gun. Rockets fly past and bullets fly past them as Midoriya and Bakugou take cover. 

“Man, do you hero students always get this level of chaos? Feels hard to formulate a plan in these conditions.”

“Usually we can function well but if a plan goes badly, we can’t usually think up a new plan as quickly as Midoriya, Bakugou, Yaoyorozu or Todoroki.”

“Let’s be honest. Sometimes Todoroki’s plan is just to check if they are either weak to fire or ice and then just abuse that weakness.”

The music changes as the shot returns to the Soldier’s drill where she unhooks two grenades from her bandolier.

“Then he used his fight money to buy two of every animal on Earth and then he herded them onto a boat and then he beat the crap out of every single one.” 

Miruko mimes a walking motion with the grenades before clashing them against each other violently for emphasis.

“Whoa, whoa, careful, even drunk Bakubro knows how dangerous that is.” Kirishima warned.

“Seeing as how she thinks Sun Tzu is Noah and was a fighting champion before committing animal abuse on the Ark, I think she might not be the best…. in terms of discretion.” Yaoyorozu commented. She could see Ibara Shiozaki shaking a bit, vine-like hair hanging uselessly as she muttered. Hmm…that’s probably fine.

The scene returns to the battlefield where rockets and bullets whiz past Bakugou and Midoriya’s cover.

“Sentry up there!” Midoriya alerted as Miruko ran past corpses and broken weapons before rocket jumping onto a pipe. The pipe blasts the sentry and BLU Iida as he screams.

“What the- did she just jump with a rocket launcher?”

“Can’t she just ride the explosion like a boost?” Kaminari questioned.

“It’s a wonder her legs aren’t gone from that explosion.” Izuku explained as he noted how durable Miruko was, being able to take an explosion at her feet and actually use it to boost herself.

“Oh damn.”

Tenya shivered at the horrible sound of his own voice screaming as it warped into a mangled cry. 

The Soldier rushes the control point and kills a BLU Pyro and Heavy with a rocket before landing on the point and knocking out a materialising man about to stab her with a shovel.

“Wait, were those two guarding some kind of platform? That metallic platform doesn’t look like anything from the pre-quirk era, much less the 1960s.” 

“Maybe it's some kind of point of interest that they want to control? Kinda like conquering territory for their war. Maybe the platforms have something important in them that they need?”

“HOLD UP THAT GUY JUST APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE AND TRIED TO STAB HER!” Kaminari yelled.

“Who even is that guy, he looks like some kind of bank robber, I’ve never seen him before?” Todoroki wondered.

“He just pulled a knife and attacked Miruko. How did she even know he was there?”

“I think it’s more crazy how he just showed up? Isn’t this pre-quirk era? Cubic, I thought you said there aren’t any quirks?”

“There are no quirks.”

“Then what was that?!”

“Well that Engineer is a genius, maybe he made something like a teleporter or an invisibility cloak!” Hatsume enthused.

“So quirks are basically tech in their universe. They seem to have superior tech than we do.”

“Seeing as how it is the 1960s, our knowledge of that time period is that they might have placed a few more demidollars in weaponry than quality of life.” Midnight remarked.

Miruko laughs to herself before finishing her speech.

“And from that day forward, anytime a bunch of animals are in one place, it’s called a zoo!”

A change in camera shows that Miruko is not talking to recruits but rather the heads of the BLU team as Mei’s decapitated head falls off the wooden fence.

“Or a farm!”

As the screen returned to its default grey the theatre went even more silent than the time Bakugo blew up the BLU team. Seeing one of the top heroes killing an entire group of people before sticking their heads on a fence and giving them a speech like a serial killer was not at all what they had imagined. 

“Not recruits, not recruits at all.” Todoroki whispered, rightfully terrified.

“Dear god she stuck their heads on a fence and talked to them like a psychopath.”

Even Mr. Compress and Spinner shuddered a bit at the thought. Obviously, the other villains who usually murder and dance around the corpses weren’t as affected by the gruesome sight than the others.

“Well, I figured this recording could be a bit troubling for some of you so we are going to take a small break for you all to get your bearings again.”

A few clicks from the projector and the soft whirring it made slowly stopped. Cubic went back to his port on the faction line and deactivated. A small ding from Jirou’s small purple machine signified that the soundtracks: Rocket Jump Waltz and The Art of War, had been added to the playlist.

The viewers stumbled about and quietly talked, few having the wish to talk cheerily at all. The villains of course seemed unaffected, except for a certain masked man who adjusted his mask a bit, securing it tightly. No showman wishes to miss a momentous flourish after all.

... .... --- -.-. -.- / .. ... / .- / -. .- ... - -.-- / - .... .. -. -.- / . ....

A figure sighs in the dark, such frail minds, it is quite tough for them to process outlandish concepts. Well the theatre booking requested a speedup, very well. The chemical may affect them slightly but it would be fine. They can handle it.

The slight turn of a valve and it should kick in soon, they'll be ready in no time.

Chapter Text

“So this is the next mercenary?”

“That work is usually quite well paid. I wonder how much they get paid for their work?" Mr. Compress thought out loud.

Cubic froze, sending a single spark out before replying, "According to our current sources the mercenaries each earn up to about 7 digits a year although not all of them truly know how to use it."

“10 MILLION?! IN US DOLLARS!”

The green panel went black before fading to show a peaceful rocky hillside where a raven stands pecking around .

The raven flees to join another raven in the air as explosions occur in the background. The RED Scout and wheelchair-bound RED Demoman bolt over the hill as more explosions fill the screen.

“Move Cyclops, move!”

“From how they were shown in the other recordings, those two fleeing must mean that something really bad is chasing them.” Yaoyorozu noted.

“They are injured though, they obviously need backup. Especially with the sheer amount of firepower following them.” Todoroki commented. The earlier recordings didn’t really show any of the RED team getting hurt but now that they are it seems to be pretty serious. “With all these introductions, I think they’ll introduce someone with medical skill.”

“Kinda rude of that Midoriya to call Drunk Bakugou a cyclops though.” Ashido said.

“Seems like the least of their problems.”

“Come on almost the-augh!”

Midoriya gets thrown to the side by a nearby explosion, dropping his pistol as Bakugou rushes away.

“Hey he just left Midoriya!” 

“What’s the drunk fucker gonna do? Turn the wheelchair around and get blown up? He needs the momentum to get outta there. Deku can get out with his speed or something.” Bakugou growled, annoyed with onscreen Demoman not being able to do anything about the situation.

“Urrrgh! Argh!”

Scout tries to get to his knees but collapses as a barrage of rockets home in on him.

“NOO! MIDORIYA GET AWAY!”

Midoriya turns around when he hears the whistling noise to see three rockets about to hit him.

“WHOA! WHO THE FUUU-”

The resultant explosion sends the injured Scout flying. His scream is cut short by slamming into a pane of glass.

“Medic…”He calls weakly as a startled dove inspects him through the window with curiosity.

“Midoriya!”

“How did he even survive that explosion?! Those explosions killed the blue guys with a single shot but not only did this guy survive a battle he took three rockets to the side not including the one that knocked him sideways!” Kaminari motioned, confused and slightly panicked. 

“Perhaps the red mercenaries are cloned to be stronger than the others?” Todoroki surmised again. 

“They are mercenaries though. You don’t create a clone to then pay them millions of dollars.”

“Maybe the blue team is a bunch of doppelgangers and that’s why they are fighting?”

“If I had a doppelganger to kill, I don’t need to be paid to do it.” Spinner commented.

“Ooh another version of me, I wish I could see that.” Toga said dreamily.

“So they do indeed have medical personnel. This may explain the red team’s seeming invulnerability to a certain extent. But if there is a red medic there probably will be another medic for the blue team.” Toshinori thought out loud while Todoroki was celebrating his successful guess with a jelly packet. 

“Firstly, their medic will probably be as insane as the rest of the team. Secondly, how is this medic going to heal Midoriya when he’s outside?"

The titlecard appears with the words ‘Meet THE MEDIC’ showing a pile of organs and an insignia of flying needles.

The scene cuts to inside the building where Scout slides off the window pane and the battle rages on outside. 

“OHHOHOHONOHOHA!”

“Wait wait it gets better!”

“Dear lord, those burns are severe.” Midnight gasped as she saw Midoriya’s body slide off the window.

“Which sadist is laughing inside?!”

“Is that Hatsume with a German accent?”

“IT'S ME FINALLY!”

The camera pans to show a laboratory where a pink-haired woman was telling a story to a large, laughing mercenary on the surgical table, chest sliced open with organs within twitching and pulsing inside. The Medic holds the Heavy’s heart in her hands as she tells her story, a red glowing beam from the medigun overhead keeping the laughing man alive.

“When the patient woke up, his skeleton was missing and the doctor was never heard from again.” Mei finishes the story before laughing wildly.

Toshinori takes a moment to process the joke before similarly laughing and banging his hand into a nearby table of surgical tools.

“WHAT IS THIS! Why are their birds in the infirmary? Why does she not have gloves on?! WHY IS HIS CHEST OPEN AND WHY IS SHE HOLDING HIS HEART IN HER GLOVELESS HAND?!” Recovery Girl was shaking as most of the other audience members were shaken by the gory scene.

“How is he still alive!”

“IT'S PROBABLY THAT COOL MACHINE!”

“She stole someone’s skeleton? How does she still have a medical licence?”

“How did the patient survive without a skeleton?!” Kirishima asked, still terrified of the insane lady.

“Well she didn’t say she didn’t replace it but it's still a huge human rights violation. It definitely breaks the Hippocratic Oath.” Yaoyorozu explained, still very disgusted at the scene.

“Anyway, that’s how I lost my medical licence,” the Medic explains while she calms down from the laughter. The Heavy’s expression then changes to one of great concern.

“Oh, of course that explains it.”

“I’m worried for All Might but am slightly relieved that the authorities know better than to give her a medical license.

A blood-soaked dove pops out of Toshinori’s chest, splattering blood around as well as surprising Hatsume and her patient.

“Archimedes! No! It’s filthy in there.”

Mei shoos her bird away as Toshinori gives her a confused look. 

“Birds.” She chuckles as she grabs another contraption with a gauge that reads ‘Uber’ on it.

“She seems to care more about that bird than the patient.”

“Those birds are dangerous, they can fly all over the place and carry germs and bacteria. When it goes inside his chest cavity, it releases those dangerous germs in, if her ungloved hands didn’t do that already.” Recovery Girl seemed very angry. Probably rightfully so.

“That dove probably eats human flesh or something.”

“Maybe it’s the procedure that makes them more invulnerable?” Midoriya watches with curiosity at the strange device, still irked by the sheer amount of blood on the Medic’s bare hands.

The Medic plants Heavy’s heart on the strange device before raising it to the medigun.

“Now most hearts can’t withstand this voltage, but I am fairly certain that your heart..”

The heart explodes, soaking Mei's shirt red and a random piece striking Archimedes off a piece of machinery.

“She just exploded his heart!”

“I know she can keep him alive but surely whatever that is can’t keep him alive that long, maybe a heart donor or something?!”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS NIGHTMARE!”

“This is so gross! The flesh is all over the place!”

“Noooo…bloodthirsty bird friend.”

“What was noise?” the Heavy questions.

“The sound of progress my friend.” She casually flicks off the remnants of Heavy’s exploded heart from the device before moving to a refrigerator. The refrigerator door is opened to reveal multiple hearts in red stained petri dishes, half a sandwich and a few bottles of beer.

“Why is she so casual about this?!”

"Of course she just has some organs lying around."

“There is no way that a refrigerator is cold enough to preserve those organs." Power Loader deadpanned.

"Also who keeps beer with organs?" Dabi asked, a slight hint of anger and confusion in his voice.

"That is the least of the current issues like where did she get all those hearts?" Present Mic says, voice shaky.

"Ah, perfect."

The Medic grabs a heart labelled 'Mega Baboon' To reveal a talking BLU Spy head attached to a strange battery contraption. 

"Kill me."

"Later."

"Did that say Mega Baboon?"

"Loch Ness Hamster? What the heck is that?" 

"She must have some way to obtain some questionable exotic orga- is that a head?" Todoroki stops at the sight.

"Of course, who wouldn't? We've already established that she's batshit crazy, why not keep one of her trophies or whatever sick, sadistic ideas she has." Uraraka said with a sarcastic tone.

"I'm more interested in that machine, apparently it uses some kind of electrical type thing? It uses voltage to create but using too high would make it explode. It's keeping All Might alive, this would make an amazing support item!" Hatsume enthused. "I don't really want to mess with that fleshy stuff though, it's too weird."

"What is she trying to do with that heart?" Ashido wondered.

"It could be that the voltage controls a healing current and she's trying to increase it so they can become more invulnerable. 'Uber' in German means 'over', so it could be a support item that can boost the capacity of invulnerability?" Midoriya wrote some notes on Medic's page, writing about use of the term voltage and drawing some detailed sketches of the weird devices.

"Now where were we? Ah, there we go…"

The Medic quickly sticks the gadget onto an atrium of the mega baboon heart. She then lifts the device to the medigun beam as it swells.

“Come on, come on.” The heart starts beating and glows unevenly as the Medic begins laughing maniacally.

“See, that machine must be boosting their invulnerability! Humans must have some kind of limit which is why she needed that other weird animal’s heart. ” Midoriya spoke eagerly as however gross the procedure was, it did open new avenues to keep heroes safe. 

“She sounds like Shiggy after his monologues. You know after the noob accidentally frags him in game.” Spinner and Dabi laugh as Shigaraki glowers at Toga.

“She is really terrifying, that laugh is just so creepy.” Ashido shivered as the screen flashed and glowed with a red hue.

“What are you talking about this is exactly how she sounds, just replace most of the gore with explosions and that’s Hatsume.” A support student piped up, Powerloader nodding on sagely while sipping his tea.

As the heart begins to glow neon red, the Heavy laughs with the Medic, albeit a bit more cautious and with a very concerned face.

“Even he’s creeped out!”

As the brightness of the heart surges, the uber gauge begins to fill up. Mei stops laughing and shifts to keep the heart away from her in anticipation. Archimedes has returned to his position on the perch, still covered in blood, as the two doves on either side of him shuffle away from where he was standing when he was hit before.

“She should cut the beam before it explodes…usually you’d expect the medical officer to know their equipment but she didn’t expect it to explode just now so she really doesn’t know the limits of her tech.” Aizawa remarks.

“Maybe she knows that it works for baboon hearts but was testing it with human hearts to see if you can make it smaller. I mean there doesn’t seem to be much of a risk since he’s still alive through that regeneration gun.” Midoriya speculated.

The glow of the heart dies down and beats, still a shiny and almost translucent red. 

“Oh, that looks good.”

Medic drops the heart into Heavy’s chest cavity.

“Very nice there.”

“Oh it worked. That shiny look would be kinda cool if it wasn’t just sooo messed up." Mina gagged.

"Isn't that heart a little bit larger than the original?" Kirishima wondered.

“I’m sure she has a plan for that…maybe.”

Toshinori stares at the squirming heart with apprehension. “Should I be awake for this?” he asks in a hesitant tone.

“Well…no..heh..but as long as you are, could you hold your rib cage open a bit?” Hatsume shifts her glasses to get a better look at the chest cavity.

“Or she could do that.”

“Why on Earth does he trust her? Pulling apart with his strength may just break the ribcage!” Recovery Girl gripped her armrest harder. With a beep, a small pyro toy was handed to her as Cubic retrieved a new cushion from the dispenser.

“Wait, whenever we hit each other in the torso, why doesn’t it break the ribcage so easily?” Toshinori asked.

“Hitting the rib cage from the outside with enough force may fracture the rib cage but the rib cage is specifically designed to withstand blows from the inside but are relatively weaker to forces coming inside out.” Recovery Girl explains, still squeezing the tiny squeaking pyro doll with all her might.

Toshinori moves his hand to grab his ribcage as Hatsume pushes the heart inside. “I can’t…seem to..” “AAAAAH!” Toshinori yells out in pain before lifting his left hand holding the broken rib. 

“What did I JUST SAY!”

“Oh don’t be such a baby…ribs grow back.” She takes the broken rib from him while pinching his cheek before tossing the broken rib over her shoulder.

Hatsume turns to readjust her medigun before leaning to Archimedes to say, “No they don’t.” 

“Are you kidding me, he’s more likely to have one of his vital organs damaged now and his heart is already too large!”

“Wait, why can’t she regenerate the rib back?” Uraraka asked.

“Bones just aren’t designed to heal on its own, skin can because it has keratinocytes.” Recovery Girl explained. “Then again this technology is borderline magic so this is just speculation.”

“So what do they do now?” Toshinorii thought.

Archimedes cocked his head before flying away as Mei grabbed the machine hovering over Yagi and brought it closer to him while increasing the power. 

The medigun heals Heavy by pulling his flesh back together, covering his pulsing heart, somehow repairing his clothes too. 

“That’s so cool, imagine a machine that we can carry around and heal ourselves with in fights!” Uraraka exclaimed.

“It is kinda big though, maybe we could shrink the machine so that you could heal others while still staying in the fight, maybe even a pocket sized one that lets you heal yourself?” Hatsume quickly thought of new ideas while Midoriya quickly wrote them down while adding a few of his own.

“Wait, did the machine also repair his clothes?”

All Might looks impressed with the healing equipment as he takes a deep breath and asks Hatsume, “What happens now?”

“Now,” The demented woman pulls the other mercenary up with an arm before saying with a malevolent grin. “Let’s go practice medicine.”

The ‘Medic’ soundtrack begins playing as Hatsume suits up into her field uniform. The scene then cuts to a garage door with the red cross opening to reveal Hatsume and her doves as a choir sings with harps.

“Damn! She pulled him up with just one arm!”

“I mean our Hatsume carries heavy equipment all day too while running on possibly cocaine infused coffee,so she is as buff, if not buffer than that version onscreen.”

“Wait so she’s going onto the battlefield? That seems far too dangerous, shouldn’t she support the backlines so she won’t be hit?!”

“Hatsume always wants to test if her intentions work firsthand, she should still stay a little bit behind I guess.”

All Might rushes past Hatsume brandishing his minigun into the battlefield as the camera turns to show rockets flying haphazardly through the air, with Iida and Aizawa taking cover as Bakugou wheels closer to Hatsume’s office. The music swells as the choir starts singing in Latin.

“Nex est totus in terra, medicus commodo servo, vel nos mortuos inter…Aaaaaaah…”

Bakugou picks up the pace with his wheelchair. “MEDIC!” He screams as the rockets converge onto him. Hatsume winces as Bakugou’s wheelchair is blasted apart by the rockets before subsequently face-planting into the earth, limp. 

“Oh, I kinda forgot Bakubro was still being chased by those rockets.” Kirishima remarked.

“Why are there so many rockets and where do they keep coming from?!” Kaminari asks worriedly.

Hatsume adjusts her glasses before hitting back the switch on the medigun and extending the healing beam which quickly heals the fallen demoman. Instantaneously, Bakugou tears off his bandages, picks up his bomb launcher and heads back into the battlefield with a nod.

Hatsume sends another beam of healing to Midoriya, healing him completely, even causing his tooth to be restored.

“It heals them so quickly!”

“We need to buy one of those.”

“Wait, why does the blonde gremlin still missing his eye when the green menace can regrow a tooth.” Dabi points out.

“Maybe the eye injury is old, as for the tooth, it could just be a baby tooth.” Midoriya theorises.

“Baby tooth? That’s a full grown adult there, he’s not even a teen.”

“Yeah!” The scout leaps to his feet catching his bat. “Wohoohoohoo!” He rushes past Heavy into the fray before hitting a soldier in the head knocking her unconscious. 

“Oh yeah!”

“The healing must give him a boost, there’s no way that he just used a bat to knock my clone out, especially when she's wearing a helmet and is just batshit crazy.”

All Might looks over the cover to see a massive army of Miruko soldiers charging over the hill at them wielding rocket launchers, shotguns and pickaxes.

“See, clones! I told you I was right!” 

Turning toward Medic’s direction he shouts. “Doctor! Are you sure this will work?”

The beat drops as Mei laughs. “Ahahaha! I have no idea!”

“Not surprised. I mean if it has worked so far…?”

“Kids, just cause things are going well for you doesn’t mean you should push your luck.” Shouta growls.

Hatsume flicks the Ubercharge switch on her gun as her pack surges with red electricity before firing a powerful beam at Toshinori. He turns towards the battle and begins revving his gun as the beam attaches to his making him yell.

The baboon heart begins pumping quicker as Yagi’s eyes glow with yellow light and his body changes to have the red shiny effect of the Ubered heart earlier. 

“YAAA! HA HA!”

“It works!” Ashido yelled.

“Not yet we still need to test!” Hatsume and Midoriya stare intently at the screen as the many rockets fly toward the Heavy onscreen.

The medic and heavy duo push forward as a rocket hits All Might directly in the torso only for him to keep moving through the smoke, still laughing. Aizawa and Iida watch in awe as the Ubered Duo move towards the Soldier onslaught, still laughing like a maniac.

“AHAHAHAHAHA! I AM BULLETPROOF!”

“IT WORKS!” Hatsume cheers as Midoriya immediately starts writing possible combinations and duos with use of the uber. 

“How!?”

“It’s probably overcharging and healing faster than the rockets can damage.” Yaoyorozu speculated.

The Heavy’s gun mows down more and more soldiers, still unwavering. Slowly, the duo makes their way up the pile of corpses, guns still blazing.

Hatsume disconnects her medigun when she reaches the top of the pile, the clouds parting and a flock of doves flying overhead as the music crescendos.

“Now that’s a dramatic show!” Mr. Compress praises. 

“That gun contraption is such a valuable weapon. You can easily break an opponent's siege or defence.” Snipe remarked.

“That’s why it needs to be in the right hands. Definitely not in the hands of an insane lunatic.” Aizawa comments.

“It’s her baby, you can’t take it away from her!”

As the teachers had to explain the ethics of support items to Mei again, some of the students cringed at how badly that sounded out of context.

The scene cuts back to the doctor’s office where the mercenaries are resting in the waiting room. Tenya plays his guitar softly as a person in a gas mask beside him reads a magazine while playing with a lighter. Next to them, Shouta has a nap while Mirko stands at attention. On the opposite side, the masked man from before glances at his ticket while Katsuki takes another swig from his beer. 

“Wait, are they all waiting to get their own surgery so they can also get overcharged?” Iida said.

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea. I mean so far it has only worked with baboon hearts and those are way bigger than even All Might’s.” Midoriya said worriedly.

Hatsume can be heard muttering from within the operation room. “That looks good. Very nice there. Yes.”

“Hey thanks doc.”

A bell dings, alerting the other mercenaries. The door bursts open as Midoriya walks out. 

“Oh man! You would not believe…..how much this hurts.” A dove coos from within Scout as a glowing in his chest gurgles.

“Archimedes?”

“Yeah I was right. They’re all getting the surgery and it sounds successful.” Midoriya said happily. “My counterpart still annoys me with how boisterous he is though.”

Some of the audience members turned green when they heard the coo, immediately being handed glasses of water from Cubic. 

“That is just so unsanitary.”

“Doesn’t that bird like human flesh too? It’s gonna drink his blood or something.”

“Hey no fair! I want to drink Izuku-kun’s blood too!” Toga yelled, unhappily.

“We know Toga, we know.”

The audience members quickly take a few drinks and snacks as the projector reloads to the next recording.

Chapter Text

An alarm bell rings, activating sirens and klaxons throughout the facility.

“Intruder alert! Red spy is in the base.”

Blue panels light up on a larger security panel manned by Mirko.

“A red spy is in the base?!”

A shiver was felt among the audience as they heard the echoing voice of the man from the Kamino Incident. 

“Sensei!”

“Why is your sensei acting as an alarm system??”

“Who knows…” All Might’s whisper trailed off as he thought of what All For One could possibly be doing in this world. Surely he would be powerless, he had no quirk, none. Yet that raspy voice had not lost any of its previous potency. 

“Seems like an inefficient alarm.” A support student whispered weakly.

Action music begins playing in the background as the Soldier grabs a standard pump-action shotgun and dashes down the stairs.

“Protect the briefcase!”

“We need to protect the briefcase!”

“So I’m guessing the next mercenary is the spy who is that bank robber looking guy we’ve seen die multiple times.” Kirishima said.

“What does he do though? Don’t spies usually grab info and get out?”

“Seeing as how that voice is telling them to protect a briefcase, I assume they have some valuable information inside that briefcase that they don’t want others to get.” Yaoyorozu commented. 

“Why would the Kamino guy be helping them though?”

“Maybe he’s just some guy who works as security for them?”

“Yo! A little help here!?” 

Mirko turns a corner and spots Midoriya trying to get the door open. 

“How does he not know the combination?”

“Maybe only a few people know the combination to that door, especially with the whole valuable information thing.” Tokoyami remarked.

“Alright, alright, I got it, stand back son.”

The BLU Soldier roughly pushes BLU Scout aside to unlock the door, making him frown.

“One, one, one, uhhh…one!”

“Or those idiots could have just forgotten it,” Dabi laughed.

“Let’s go, let’s go-” 

“INCOMING!”

Midoriya stops mid-sentence as Toshinori comes around the corner, Sasha in hand, barreling towards the door. 

“Wait is he just gonna-”

Heavy shoulder-barges the door, destroying it and sending the three of them tumbling and screaming into the Intelligence Room.

“AAAAAAAA-hey it’s still here.”

The trio stop screaming as Scout finds the briefcase left on the desk.

“Oh okay, that alarm system managed to find the spy before they could grab the intelligence, now they just have to guard it.” Uraraka said. 

“Well seeing as how much he has died so far, it’ll be pretty hard for him to get the briefcase while they’re in that room.” Kirishima cheered. 

“Ahem. Gentlemen.”

BLU Spy appears behind them, a body on hand.

The titlecard appears with the words ‘Meet THE SPY’ showing a cigarette case, a folder labelled ‘TOP SECRET’ and an insignia of a butterfly knife.

“Wait a minute! Compress!”

“Indeed!” The villainous showman hops onto the centre of the villains’ side and gives them all a bow. 

"Without this mask, you all wouldn't have recognized the true master of entertainment standing before you!" Mr. Compress exclaimed, his voice dripping with theatrical flair. "Remember, it's all about the grand reveal!"

“Shut up clown, your usual ‘Ladies and Gentlemen’ spiel gave you away!” Bakugou tossed a coke can at Compress, a flash of light vaporising it as it crossed the faction line.

“Well damn, I’m not touching that side of the room ever.”

“Yay the first villain merc!” Toga cheered. “Kinda weird that out of the 8 insane mercenaries so far, only one is a villain and he’s not even as crazy as the rest of us!”

“He’s carrying a body.”

"I said what I said."

BLU Spy approaches the table as the other mercenaries collect themselves. 

“I see the briefcase is safe."
"Safe and sound, mm-hmm."
"Yeah, it is!"

“It is in danger now that the door is open though. They could have just guarded outside.”

“They thought the briefcase was stolen and they had to check. Plus there is no way anyone can get through All Might, Mirko and Deku.”

“Tell me…did anyone happen to kill a RED Spy on the way here?”

The other mercs only shrug in response.

“No? Then we still have a problem.” BLU Spy drops Sniper’s corpse onto the table with a knife sticking out of it.

“And a knife.”

“Wait, this means that they aren’t just mindless clones, they can actually think and plan.” Todoroki notes.

“Or they are doppelgangers that want to kill each other.” Midoriya adds.

“My head hurts, can we just move on?” Kaminari whines.

Midoriya approaches the corpse pulling out the knife and tries to manipulate it.

"Oooh, big problem. I've killed plenty of Spies; they're dime-a-dozen back-stabbing scumbags - like you!"

The knife spins, only to cut Midoriya with the blunt end on the finger and make him drop it.

“Ow no offence.”

“Those tricks are pretty hard to be honest.” Kaminari thought of all the times he tried with a blunt balisong. 

"If you managed to kill them, I assure you, they were not like me." 

Compress deftly retrieves the knife and flicks it shut, handing it back to Midoriya. "And nothing... nothing like the man loose inside this building."

“You can’t underestimate your opponents. He’s already broken through your defences and killed your teammate.”

"What're you? President of his fan club?"

All Might and Mirko chuckle as Compress turns to face Midoriya.

“No…that would be your mother.” BLU Spy tosses a folder onto the table, scattering several compromising photos of RED Spy and Scout’s mom.

"What the?" 

"Indeed, and now he's here to f**k us! So listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing that happens to you today."

Mirko and Toshinori examine the photographs. Toshinori leans over and shows Mirko one photo in particular. "Oh!"

Midoriya rushes at them and frantically retrieves the photos. "Gimme that!"

The theatre fell into an eerie hush as the bush haired boy got up. When he dashed towards the faction line, Cubic rushed towards him, both of them exploding a burst of red smoke. As the heroes leapt up to try and find out where the duo went, a crackle on the intercom alerted them of the Announcer’s presence making the theatre go silent once more.

“Midoriya Izuku is currently receiving our finest care. He needs to calm down before we can send him back so that he doesn’t harm anybody or himself. The recording will take a short break before it starts up again.”

“Sir! We can’t just let them take Mido-”

“For now, the Theatre is in control of our environment, we cannot act rashly and we must hope that Midoriya Izuku can calm down and that they will return him to us unharmed.”

“LET ME AT THOSE BASTARDS!”

“Shouji please keep holding him down!”

“Bakugou, we don’t have our quirks!”

“Look at them panicking. It’s such a riot to see those heroes losing their heads and screaming!”

The villains laughed and giggled, apart from Compress who had seen his life flash before his eyes.

Nedzu was in a state of panic. How could he possibly retrieve Midoriya from the Theatre? Discontent filled the air among his teachers and fellow heroes, while the students themselves stood on the precipice of something unknown. As he went through many unfeasible ideas, Nedzu's acute hearing caught the faint whirring of gears beginning to turn above the tumult. 

Slowly, the yells and shouts grew softer as the hero side relaxed against their seats, sullen and angry but for now the equipment was safe and ready to continue.

Compress looks out the glass pane as he lights a cigarillo from his cigarette case and smokes it.

“This Spy has already breached our defences…”

The scene fades to RED Spy running through a tunnel before stopping by a corner where he spots an engineer with his sentry gun. Quickly, he slides a sapper to deactivate the sentry gun before taking aim at the BLU Engineer with his revolver.

BLU Engineer throws his wrench to the side before frantically reaching for his pistol, only to get backed into a closed door and shot, allowing RED Spy to make his getaway.

Tenya felt a sudden shiver at how quickly RED Spy had quickly eliminated his counterpart with a single shot. Then he relaxed.

“Whoa, that device is really handy. It got rid of that sentry gun quick.” Kirishima exclaimed.

“Can’t it turn around?”

“Maybe not all the way, the sensor is facing away after all.’

“Ooh, a throwable device that can deactivate machinery by overcharging the target until it explodes. It would be useful to deactivate villain support gear.” Hatsume scribbled a few notes, a tinge sad at watching Engineer lose his machinery and die but hey new tech.

“Only if we can actually afford those.” Spinner muttered.

“So his job is to sneak around and launch surprise attacks. Seems like he can break their defences quickly.” Yaoyorozu noted.

Compress gestures at Aizawa’s corpse frantically. “Just see what he’s done to our colleagues.”

Shouta stiffened at the sight of his own corpse on the screen, its eyes still staring, blank and unfocused. Then he relaxed.

Aizawa sits in a warm, derelict attic, looking through his rifle’s sights. He is quickly alerted by Compress stepping on a floorboard and tries to engage him but gets kicked. Almost falling out as he smashes through the flimsy boards over the window, Aizawa grabs his nearby kukri and swings at Compress in a panic.

Compress dodges the flailing Gorkha knife before counterattacking, scoring a small cut under Aizawa’s eye. As Aizawa attempted one last hack at the spy, Compress deftly guts his ribcage, slashes the back of his skull and finally backstabs him before brushing dust off his suit.

“Always keep your distance from someone wielding a knife and keep calm or you’ll panic like my counterpart and move sloppily.” Aizawa reminds his students.

“Urgh, he should have maintained some kind of defensive position and got the hell outta there. Sure he has a gun, but I’d take that chance.” Yamada groaned/

“Why is there so little blood?!” Himiko pouts into her sweater.

“Do you really want that hobo’s blood?”

“Worst of all, he could be any one of us..”

Outside a vault door, Hatsume attacks Compress with a bonesaw which he parries before breaking her arm. Suddenly, his face begins to smoke and flashes of orange morph his appearance to match Hatsume’s. 

“...nein...”

Hatsume tries to get free but a well-placed chop to the neck incapacitates her. Compress catches her glasses mid air and puts it on before proceeding on his mission.

“Wait, what does he mean by ‘He could be anyone of us.’?”

“What the fuck! They said no quirks, what the fuck is this shit?!”

“Never underestimate the element of surprise, it is a captivating waltz that takes us by the hand and leads us down a whimsical path of wonder. It is the hidden gem, the unexpected twist that leaves our jaws agape and our hearts racing with anticipa-”

“Shut up Sleight of Trash, no one fucking asked you!”

“He runs around with a knife, has kids, and can morph into other people. That’s basically your hopes and dreams Toga.” Dabi laughed.

“Wait, why couldn’t he replicate the glasses.” Jirou wondered.

“Perhaps his mask and suit have morphing technology that can disguise as a person and their uniform but lack the finer details?” Yaoyorozu thought.

In the intelligence room, BLU Spy becomes more frantic as he talks, his cigarillo leaving a thin wavy trail of smoke in the air.

"He could be in this very room! He could be you! He could be me! He could even be-"

Spy is cut off by his head being blasted apart, blood spurting out of the headless body.

Scout jumps back as Soldier steps back with her smoking shotgun and a satisfied grin on her face as photos scatter around the room.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

“HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK!”

“WHY DID SHE SHOOT HIM!”

“Well, well, well... What a delightful turn of events we have here. Who would have thought my grand finale would be such a literal explosion?” Compass chuckled nervously at his joke. “Oh, the world shall mourn the loss of this grand performer. The legacy I leave behind, etched in the memories of those fortunate enough to witness it. They shall speak of my final act with reverence and awe!”

“Pipe down clown, we all see you shaking.” Dabi muttered.

“I swear I’m not this volatile. I actually see them commit crime before kicking them into next week.”

“Don’t worry Mirko, we aren’t doubting you. Don’t your kicks actively smash open people’s skulls.” Hawks said laughingly.

“Not intentionally…”

“What?!”

“What?”

“What? It was obvious, he’s the RED Spy! Watch he’ll turn red any second now.” 

All Might and Mirko approached the body to examine it, Mirko prodding the corpse’s leg.

“Any second now…see? Red…oh, wait…that’s blood.”

“So we still have problem.”

“Big problem.”

“These fuckin idiots. That’s not the spy.”

“Who is it then?” Kaminari asks.

“It’s so obvious, Dunceface.” Bakugou grunts.

Scout straightens his posture with a sinister expression. Slowly he approaches the duo, easily flicking open the bloody pocket knife. 

“Midoriya?”

“Did he kill his own son?” Kaminari asks.

“It's obviously not the nerd, he would have beaten up the clown as soon as he saw those photos and then burned it.” Bakugou growled.

“Why was he so surprised then?”

“Probably because he didn’t know someone was actually able to take photos of him.”

“Or it's just acting. Plus, we saw him trying to break open the door before Mirko arrived.”

“I love watching Deku-chan with such a bloody knife!”

"All right, who's ready to go find this Spy?"

As ‘Scout’ gets closer, his body flickers and melts to reveal himself before getting ready to strike.

“Right behind you.”

The recording goes black as Heavy and Soldiers’ cries echo throughout the theatre.

"A true maestro of theatrics! Not only did he unveil himself in all his grandeur, but he also had the audacity to make a proclamation, concluding the spectacle with an exquisite flourish!" Compress gave a standing ovation while dodging multiple projectiles from his own teammates in effort to make him be quiet.

A gloved hand brushes away several blurred out photographs from a stack and retrieves a single one depicting Compress and Inko holding hands on a balcony. With a wistful smile, Compress mutters out "Ahh... ma petite chou-fleur," before pocketing the photograph and walking away with the briefcase.

“Urgh those few photos made me sick, I can’t look at Auntie for awhile now.”

Ashido thought for a bit about that romance and just decided that Blasty would probably live up to his nickname if she mentioned anything. The rest of the audience just began to get up and stretch, not thinking too much of the Spy other than Hatsume with the overloading device and Mr. Compress strutting about like he won an award.

“I hope Midoriya will be fine.” Shouji says in a tired voice.

“Mido-”

A sudden burst of blue gas manifested next to the faction line, Midoriya and Cubic stepping out of it.

“Hi guys, sorry about earlier, I hope I didn’t make you guys worry.” Midoriya said nervously.

“It is completely understandable for you to be mad Problem Child, but I know that you are not so irrational to rush at something that has proven to disintegrate things!” The black haired teacher scolded. He really didn’t need red eyes to terrify anymore.

“I’m really sorry sensei I swear it won’t happen again!” Izuku bowed his head up and down frantically before his friends swarmed him, to comfort and berate.

..-. .- -.-. .. .-.. .. - -.-- / -.-. .... . -- .. -.-. .- .-.. / ... - --- .-. .- --. .

“Please be careful when utilising the Clockwork.”

“Of course.” 

“We can’t keep taking them out like this.”

“I am very much aware of how volatile mortal minds are SPEC000, I do not appreciate a nagging reminder about these things.”