MaxNeil Oneshots

Hero x Villian

I had to do a MHA au okay I couldn't help myself- (if you've never seen/read it that's fine you should still be able to understand this)

(Yes the art above is mine)

Alexin

"Log 1, January 31, 20XX. My name is Alexin Ladli Mason. We live in a world where almost everyone has an ability called a quirk, think of it as a superhero society. They are most commonly seen as blessings, but my whole life I regarded them as the opposite. You see, I never really knew my Bubbi...he went away when I was six. I know what you're thinking, but no, he didn't just run away. He was arrested. At the time, I didn't understand, and I just wanted him to come home. It was a few weeks after he was taken away that I realized he wasn't coming home so easily. Uh-I'm sorry if this story seems a little jumbled-I haven't really talked about this much so it might come out as word vomit heh. Anyway, I'll try to explain everything from the beginning.

"I have two fathers, each in two completely different places. My Dad is known as Craftoid, a very strong hero. He is far from #1, but that was never his intention. His agency focuses on creating technology to help people with their quirks, wether it be a support item, something to help them control it, or an item that helps their body manage their abilities. I've been told he was always into things like that, even when they were back in school, and growing up there were always spare parts everywhere him his workroom. His ability I believe is between what was known as telepathy and technopathy back before quirks existed, and it really helps with his job. He's even made a few things for me over the years to help with mine. My quirk is what I like to call electrotransport. I can shift the electrical signals in any object that uses them to control their functioning-I know not the most flashy, but I can get people to do some pretty funny things-anyway, that's not important.

"Heh...the things I remember from that young and he was still around were all happy things, which I think is why I was so confused when he was taken away. But let me reiterate; one of my fathers may be a hero, but I am also the daughter of the infamous villain Karma. I'm sure you've heard the name before-if not he was arrested almost thirteen years ago for several acts of terrorism in the span of his three years after graduating UA high school in the years 20XX-20XX. A lot of what I know from this...I learned much later in my life-hell I never knew he was responsible for hundreds of deaths until I was twelve....I did never really get to visits him much. I never understood...my father, the last parent I had left, he tried to never speak of it, but I knew he missed him. I could see it in his eyes every single day.

"They have been together ever since they went to UA together, and knew each other even longer. The only things I know are stories I've heard from close friends who were also there, such as Grandpa; on Bubbi's side, adopted Grandpa. He met my Bubbi the same place Dad did, in a small, run down summer camp. I was always a little angry at my Dad for that too, you know? I could never hear it from him, I'd always have to ask others.... But the camp focused more on hobbies rather than quirks like many other camps, which was a reason it wasn't as popular, but it was able to get by...of course when you're only ten you're still figuring out how your quirk works. I've been told Bubbi, at that age, had a rather small quirk, simply being able to manipulate a shadow like matter around his body, a kind of darkness, I guess. Definitely not a power of the gods...and yet, not even a tiny camp like that was safe...

"They were attacked...by Villains. Villains who wore white and were obsessed with creating a flawless being to be the window to their god. I never knew these things until a couple years ago, I watched a documentary on his life, there was an interview....the most recent recording of him to date....sorry, it's hard to talk about this. That I had to discover these things from another source other than my own father....who knew exactly what was going on. I had absolutely no idea what Bubbi could've done....and for a while, I was angry, that he did these things, that he was willing to leave me to commit whatever crime would send him directly to death row...but, despite his actions being completely monstrous, I can't find it in me to be angry anymore...I miss him. I miss him too much to bother with things like that. Holding a grudge against him, or my dad at this point, isn't worth it, after all he's all I have left.

"This documentary depicts a cult that worships a God known as Xemug, and I've also done my own research on how it related to my fathers' pasts. They captured them all, the councilors and children and of I started experiments on them all, trying to make them all perfect. It altered their state of mind, made them different, made them crazy. But anyone who was not perfect was to be sacrificed. They'd done this countless other times and the police were on their trail, and luckily the cult was caught before they could kill anyone else. The campers and councilors affected were cured of the mind altering chemicals forcibly ingested into their bodies....accept one. My Bubbi seemed normal at first like all the others that were affected by the event, but it soon became apparent that he was the closest they'd ever come to creating their "perfect" being.

"Bleached white clothes, a smile that was a bit too big, and a need to kill. That was their definition of a perfect being. Someone to lead them and be devoted in the eyes of their god. In the documentary, he describes what it was like, and he framed it as a mind-state, one he could very easily slip into if provoked-especially emotionally. It affected his quirk as well-which is really the only thing he refused to talk about, simply saying 'there were voices.' From looking into it, I myself have a theory his sensitivity to that kind of energy is why they were able to connect him to their spirits. It caused him a lot of distress, I've heard that enough from dad, but I don't think anyone cared. They wanted to turn him into a hero, a weapon even. I'm sure that's what caused him to snap. In a way...I guess I kinda understand...

"He did all of those things before he knew I would even exist and-well, he wanted to have a family. After all he's gotten away with it until then so I guess he wanted to put that behind him....I miss those days you know? I miss being able to at least talk to him....I wasn't even told he was dead....I found out from that documentary-a FUCKING documentary. My father was fucking there and he never TOLD ME! I just-.....sorry. I need a minute.
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"I uh...I don't talk to my father that often, but...I can't be angry at him either. We both miss him and...I understand he was stressed trying to raise me alone while also trying to be a good hero. After..Bubbi's death...he retired as a hero though, he just makes contraptions now, which I think is a much better fit for him-plus he's not in danger every day...so I don't have to worry about loosing him too you know? I still love him a lot...and I'm also the last piece of Bubbi that he has left either; we visit his grave sometimes, usually at night ever since people started to get angry we would ever pay respects to someone responsible for so many deaths. I don't care though. He needed help, not a gun to his head. I think...I think the system really failed him....Well-uh-I think that's all I really have to say about this.

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Neil

"Log 2, March 6th 20XX. I am known as the hero Craftoid, my given name is Neil Mason. I was at a point engaged to the Villain Karma, and yes I did know that he had committed these acts while we were together. I knew him ever since we were little-10 or 11, I think. We both attended UA, and graduated the same year, but that was never his dream. I'm sure he was only there for me-and the help with his ability-you see-his body wasn't accustomed to the change. If anything threw him off he could very easily slip into that mind-state, and his quirk would get out of control. I was never separated from him during studies because I was one of the only things that could calm him down.

"The ordeal we went through those meany years ago changed him. He couldn't control what he felt was an urge. He said he would see these creatures that looked like they were made of smoke and darkness. They demanded blood. UA of course found ways to help him control it, but I was really the only mental support he had...he, Max, he took up things that could help him forget. Some healthy, some not so much...guitar was one, but so was drinking, and parties. He was...complicated to say the least, but I loved him. I loved him with my whole body and I know he loved me. It pained me to see him hurt so often by something he couldn't control, but I should've known it was only so long before he would snap. What happened that day, I never knew he was planning-but all I know is that he wasn't dangerous-not alone anyway....

"I was there...the day he was executed. I know he was expecting it...he looked at me..in a way I've never seen before...it puzzled me. It was...sad I think, but he smiled at me. There was a sense of acceptance and hopelessness mixed into that gaze, and I'll never forget it. Not for the rest of my life...
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No I won't...."

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Don't blame me lol I couldn't resist-