Izuku was dreaming.
for the first time in his life.
From the time he went to the quirk doctor, to the time he jumped.
He never dreamed.
He would always wake up every 30 minutes because of a nightmare.
It was about school, Everyone was torturing him.
It was about the fact that no one likes him.
It was about how his own blood would not care if he was dead.
But now, he was dreaming about living the perfect life.
In this dream, he was actually respected,
He had true friends, not the toxic kind.
He was free from the shackles of society.
He was spared by the ones who decide who is worthless.
He realized that people see everything as black or white.
red or blue.
But it was more of a murky purple.
A medium, natural, grey.
Not a clear decision.
Not a "Right" or "Wrong" choice.
But most homo sapiens don't accept that.
If there is no good and evil...
Who do they appreciate?
If there are no idols...
No one admires anything.
No goals.
No achievements.
No one seeks to improve.
If you did merge the two...
It's all chaos.
If there is only one idol who's characteristics are godly...
There is peace.
Everyone looks to someone good.
They will follow the good rules that the one person makes.
And all problems is solved.
But society isn't like that.
In this world, there are bad people that others look up to.
All might says you need to be the best.
So he favors the powerful.
Endeavor is rude and unconventional.
So he beats his sons and casts away his followers.
And some follow the villains.
Those who flee the heroes...
End up with body counts on their hands.
Whether it be for a good or bad cause.
Even me! Maybe the people reading this story admire me! I hope... probably not... But even I know what I do wrong.
Once I pulled my pants down in preschool... And in front of every parent and teacher... because we were in a christmas play...
And then there was when I kicked my teacher because we had whole wheat bread on our snack-sandwiches...
And then I socked someone in the stomach because he said my art was bad...
And then I tackled someone at recess when they said I couldn't play a game because I was too good...
All true, seriously.
OH! And I decided to trip my teacher at nap time!
See?
The only way for peace, is to combine everything, and lead the way.
A powerful and kind leader is one thing.
But one that rules forever is another.
Izuku shot up, awake.
"What the- oh my gosh."
"God, Satan, I need to combine you."
"Not to be rude.. but that is an outrageous plan!"
"No way! The guy stinks! He hasn't had a shower since when Jesus was born!"
Izuku calmed himself.
"Look.. Just please tr-"
"No way! I don't wanna be with a shirtless guy whose robe hasn't been washed since the beginning of time!"
"Hey!I am mildly offende-"
"JUST SHUT UP, YOUR MAIN BODY PUT YOUR SOULS INTO MY BODY, I AM YOUR HOST, SO YOU LISTEN TO ME, I REALIZED THAT COMBINING YOU TWO WOULD MEAN THAT THE WORLD WOULD BE A FRICKING BETTER PLACE, AND ALSO I WOULDN'T NEED 10 HOURS OF NO COOPERATION FROM SATAN! SO SHUT UP!"
After that, he went back to concentrating.
He imagined two humongous hands.
Pushing the souls together.
Combine... please..just DO IT!
The green haired boy felt a force of unity pushing him back, and trying to stop him.
But Izuku refrained from hesitating.
I won't give up, I won't stop until I'm done..
I WON'T STOP UNTIL NOBODY CAN FEEL THE PAIN I DID! I WILL MAKE SURE SO ONE ENDS UP LIKE THIS!
And the force stopped.
Izuku's eyes glowed a swirling purple.
They are combined.
In the guardian's mind.
He is Agathokakological.
Izuku.. had come halfway.
YOU ARE READING
|Fallen Mistake|
General FictionIzuku was a mistake, well, both literally and figuratively. He was created by those two, but left to rot in a cabinet. He fell down. Then he found out he was quirkless. But he will do whatever it takes to be the figure he was created to be.
