When Izuku Remains To Not Give A Shit

I Always Come Back

Welcome, to Jurassic Park

Quick recap if y'all didn't read the first fic or its been a while *insert shade being thrown here if you didn't read it*,

Izuku has immortality and wings because yes.

Last story he died on battlefield because of Overhoe's bullets disabling his immortality. He has recently come back to life, 100 years later.

He just checked a calendar, to find that it's been 100 years.

Izuku's POV:

100 years?! What the frick frack diddly dark paddy wack snick snack cracker pack slack Mack quarterback crackerjack biofeedback backtrack thumbtack sidetrack tictac is this shit?

When I checked what exact day it was though, it kinda got better. 

"It's Wednesday my dudes." 

When I looked up though, there was nobody there.

Of course I exploited this by stuffing my ratty ass hoodie full of outdated candy. Like hot damn these shelves were stocked. For what looks like the apocalypse, there's really no shortage of food. I then went across the street and stole a new outfit, and yet still nobody was there.

"Damn, this bitch empty." I picked up a random pair of sunglasses and threw it out the window. "Yeet." 

Now sadly since my depression is chronic and this ass is iconic, that caught the attention of a fucking Nomu. 

Well, atleast it seemed like a Nomu? But it was way more buff and weird looking. Nomu+?

"Who's that pokemon?" I muttered. In response the bitch fucking picked me up damsel in distress style, and I was sucked back into the trauma of the Gacha phase.

In the time span spent reliving my most traumatic events within my life, we made it a while down the road. Or at least I imagine we did, because my memory is mostly that of a dollar store bagel robbed of its cream cheese and filled with sugar cubes, flour, and salt that all collectively together spell out 'fuck you and your chicken strips' with a couple small black holes defying all logic and physics by being sesame seeds.

No matter how shittily in Italy my memory is, I could tell we had traveled a long was because when I opened my eyes upon mentally finishing 'Not your toy' for the 4577th time, we were in front of a fucking castle. 

It looked really familiar, and also cliche to me, but I couldn't tell why. It took until we reached the palace gates to understand.

"Fucking bOWSER?!" I was enraged at someone having the sheer balls to blatantly disrespect bowser's sacredness like this. 

When the Nomu brought me in though, the vibe quickly shifted. There were actual people.

"Oh no, people!" I whispered. Usually I'd screech it and run away, but I just woke up from what I assume to be a 100 year nap, so I don't want to deal with people right now.

Sadly, my prayers to whatever god still remains, probably me at this point, went unheard though. People took immediate notice of me.

"The patrolling Nomu found someone in the off limits zone, guys!"

"Really?"

"It's been a while since we had a case like this."

"What do we do?"

"Is it real?" When someone tried to poke me, I spoke up.

"Yes, I am a material girl. Also it's He/Him, asshat." I flicked the dudes hand away.

"Green Child, you must be executed." Gasps echoed around the room.

"Ooh fun. How are y'all gonna do it?" To be honest, I kinda wonder if my quirk is like weaker now and will let me die temporarily.

"Wha- aren't you gonna ask why?!" 

"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, or something along those lines."

"You're suicidal?"

"I have never officially been diagnosed because I haven't and never will visit a therapist for REASONS STILL UNKNOWN!"

"Whatever. We'll just rid of you easy."

"Oh you guys don't know." I deepened my voice. "I always come back."

That's a wrap! Have a good morning afternoon or night and I'll see you next time!