My Villain Academia

Part 2- The Very Important Phone Call

Violet Foxe was in her garage when her doorbell rang. She wiped the grease from her hands on a tea towel and answered it. Poking her head around the door, she couldn't see anyone. "Nya," Violet heard, and she looked down. The cat delivery robot stood there, based on a fan-made character - Gojo Cat, from Jujutsu Kaisen. Violet raised her eyebrow, and the robot meowed again "Nya," and held up a package. Violet took it without fully opening the door and the automatic camera clicked a photo, reporting she had taken the package.

"Thanks," muttered Violet.

The robot sang a "Nya," in return and danced down the driveway.

Shaking her head, she looked at the box. The only things she had ordered were an exhaust for her bike and a submachine gun. But this box was far too small for either. Curious, she summoned a knife and cut through the tape. A screen glinted through the small crack she had made. Inside, a small phone was nestled on top of some styrofoam.

Crack! Just touching it had made her quirk react with the technology, charging the device. It was one of those new-fashioned things then. Expensive. Who sent it?

A loud ring echoed throughout the room. Violet pounced on the phone and answered it before the first buzz had a chance to finish.

"Hello," she said into the speaker.

"Is this Violet Foxe?" a voice answered, disorientated from the faulty connection.

"Yes, and you?"

"My name can not be disclosed to you at this moment in time. I believe it is of your interest to attend R.S Academy?"

"Yes," Violet said again, gripping her phone to her ear. Please be what she thought it was. Please.

"I called to inform you that all future students are to meet at the school at 3pm. Do not be late."

Violet couldn't speak. She almost dropped her phone. She was going to R.S. A grin spread across her oil-stained face. She glanced at the clock. Two hours. Plenty of time.

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Hypnosis wasn't happy. She had done the best she could in a week but the result was delicate. She couldn't understand why the shapeshifter didn't just shapeshift. That's why they brought her in. Well, at least she was the right age. Hypnosis watched as she sat there looking all delicate and innocent. She wouldn't survive a day.

"A package is here!" Someone called from downstairs, "It's for her!" Everyone rushed upstairs, crowding around her as she tore the package open. Hypnosis pushed her way to the front, eager for the result.

Inside the package sat a phone. She reached down and grabbed it. A loud boom came from the phone but she didn't even flinch.

The phone rang.

Trembling, she answered it. "Yes," she said. Pause. "Yes." Pause again. "Ok, thank you." The entire room inhaled as she answered the phone. "I got in!" she cried and the whole room cheered. Hypnosis was patted on the back several times as she waited for people to leave.

"Well done," she said to the beaming girl. Behind the smile, Hypnosis' insides twisted. This girl was walking into a death trap, unknowing, like a lamb to the slaughter.

Biting the inside of her cheek, Hypnosis walked out of the room. She was going to miss the girl's smile. It was likely Hypnosis, or anyone, would never see it again.