The Dekuverse (Ft. Simplii and Turtleknight)

Output (Ch 1 - Pt 1)

(Photo is there cuz it's funny-)

Chapter 1 - Part 1

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In the Theater (Normal)

The Multiverse (Bold)

Info (Italic)

'Thoughts'

Time stamp (Bold Underline)

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Chatnoob2 smiled at the crowd, "Okay! Time for the first multiverse!"

Simplii sighed and hit a few buttons, the word: Output glowed on the screen, with Probability: Unknown, written under it.

"Output?" Ochako asked, confused.

Chatnoob2 and Simplii shared a look, before Chatnoob2 continued, "This is a Multiverse where Deku has a quirk, there are hundreds of these with each quirk having an unknown probability of lickey hood to show up. Though being quirkless was a less probable outcome, the chances for each quirk are so small that we can't calculate it."

Everyone looked at Chatnoob2 like she had just spoken in a foreign language, and Simplii simplified and explained, "The chances of Izuku being quirkless was a 1% chance, but if you divide 99% by infinity, it gets a little hard to calculate."

The crowd nodded as Chatnoob2 huffed.

"Let's just start this multiverse." she grumbled.

Simplii nodded, and pressed a button and the hourglass came to a stop.

(Third person POV)

Izuku sat on a stool as the doctor explained his quirk.

"Okay Izuku, your quirk is called Output. It allows you to have complete control over the output of someone's quirk." The doctor said,

Izuku smiled, "Yay! I can be a hero!"

When the two Midoriya's left, the doctor turned to the phone on his desk and punched a number into it.

"Hello? Doctor, what do you need?" A voice chimed through the phone, The doctor responded, "Well, the hero commission is looking for powerful new quirks, right? Well, I found the jackpot."

Hawks made a face, "Hell no."

***

Izuku sat in the back seat of the car chatting with his mother.

"Hey mom?"

"Yes honey?" Inko answered, "Do you think my quirk is scary... It lets me control other people's quirks..."

Inko sighed, "Of course not, your quirk isn't scary or evil. No quirk is, it's how you use it that's important."

Inko smiled and she saw her son beam in the re-view mirror.

But maybe if she hadn't taken her eyes off the road, she would have swerved, the car that smashed into them might have missed.

"I hope this doesn't go the way I think it will..." Nezu mumbled.

Mabey Izuku would still have a mother...

But not, instead he was strapped to his seat while the flipped over car smoked, and sirens blared.

And two figures in black suits approached the car.

Hawks was glaring intently at the screen, like if he started at it long enough, the figures in the black suits would magicly combust.

10 years later (Izuku POV)

I stood facing the dead body in front of me. It was the body of another kid who was referred to as 5CR18M.

'Deku/ Izuku/ Young Midoriya/ Midoriya killed somebody?' All the people seated in the theater thought.

"They don't have names?" President Mic asked. Chatnoob2 shook her head, "No, keep watching."

His quirk was called Super Strength, and as the name suggests, it gave him super strength along with super speed.

In all honesty, it was a dull quirk.

The only reason why he hadn't died yet was because the Trainers liked him since he was brainless and submissive.

Bakugo snorted, "Fucking lap-dog."

But quirks were useless when you were fighting me, using them just gave me ammo.

I wiped the blood off my face and turned to the trainer. He nodded, and I went back to stand in line with the other kids while the next pair were being set up to fight to the death.

Now this might seem like training to be villains, but no I can assure you, this is Hero training.

Where the Hero commission takes kids with powerful quirks, and trains them to be heartless killing machines for the government. Though the heartless and killing machines parts are kept a secret, even from the government.

Hawks had a dark aura around him and Mirko moved away from him, not wanting a feather to the eye. 

See, The hero commission had two facilities for training, one was a faux training facility built to trick the government and the other was the real training facility.

The training was gruesome, both mentally, physically and emotionally. Our bodies were worked past their limits, we were put under stressful situations costly, with the fact that during some 'Sparing' matches we were expected to fight to the death, and we were punished for showing emotion, crying, grieving, or anything that could come off as weak.

Pair that with the fact that if we were pushed to death during training, the trainer would just say that we were too weak.

Sick, right?

Varying answers of 'Yes', 'Very', and 'Can we kill them now?' filled the room.

The final group finished their fight, and our group of 14, had been reduced to 8.

"Ok, T3M can you take the 5C's back to Housing?" The trainer who was teaching us asked the trainer who stood behind us.

Oh, another thing about this place, we didn't have names. Instead we had a code which we were called by, a Diacritic.

Aizawa stared at the screen, shocked. How could someone put a child through this and still sleep at night?

It was composed out of a number ranging from 1-5 with a C, that showed what circle we were on, meaning what age and level we were at. Then an R, standing for recruit, and a letter ranging from 1-60, showing what recruit number we were in our circle. The last digit was either a F or an M signifying our gender.

Tonight we would all be given new Diacritics, since half the 14 remaining recruits were dead, so we would need to be sorted again. Though it had become less interesting since only the fifth circle remained.

Trailers had their own Diacritics, which were a T, a number from 1-30 and a M or F.

A/N

Sorry that this is short... but I I've had this chunk in drafts for a while so i decided to update? hopefully my lazy ass can make ch1 pt2 soon.

sooooooooooooooooo....

bye till then!

(Also ty for 88 reads.... this only had 1 ch and you guys still read it ;])