The time was now. The raid was prepared. While the Foundation Izuku's team was ready. They were dressed formally, with no identification, except the black cards of their own. There were a variety of people, and Izuku could see them all with the body cams they wore. There was the Foundation's official representative, Maximilian Winters, dressed in a pinstripe suit and a clear armband with the Foundation's logo. Everyone noticed the insignia, and another man walked over, in a black suit. He had an armband with a globe on it. The Global Occult Coalition. A small group of avian looking people in robes shuffled by, their distinct logo on the back. An eye flanked by two black wings. The Wandsmen. There were a variety of either anomalous or mutant quirked individuals as well. The Sarkicks, Church of the Broken God, even the Chaos Insurgency... The group even included a massive biped which shuffled around using its forearms. It spoke in German, which was unintelligible to the greenette. That, coupled with his slightly tattered robes indicated one thing. A 3288, an Aristocrat, here? I thought they were only in Europe? Pi-1 Has to know about this, and must be going to act on this as well. Letting 3288 wander around so confident means that there are more. From what I hear they're like cockroaches... Despite the infestation revealing itself, there were so many sights, that he almost missed something... no, someone that shocked him. He'd seen the traitor he was looking for. A glimpse, that he just didn't see it coming. Immediately, he asked the operator in question: "Suzie, can you angle back to the left slightly?"
"Rodger." She turned the camera, but the figure was gone.
Izuku cursed under his breath, but remained calm. "I thought I saw them for a moment. Keep your eyes peeled. If there is anyone not from any Group of Interest, they're very likely to be the candidate."
Frank replied back, understanding completely. "Rodger that."
It was then that everyone was ushered into the main auction room, handed their small signs while at it. This would all culminate in the Auctioneer stepping out of the shadows of the stage. He was old, far older than even Dr. Bright in appearance alone. His voice was clear and mature, his mustache quivering slightly as he spoke. "Ladies and Gentlemen... and Groups of Interest from across the globe... It is my undying pleasure to welcome you here to this clandestine auction, full of unusual and unique items for sale. This is the 5043rd auction... and the 503rd here in Tokyo. We have an assortment of items for sale... leading up to a sample of what our esteemed guests, the Foundation have labeled as SCP 500... the miracle cure itself."
As the man spoke, Izuku watched the audience from the cameras. They were all paying diligent attention. As expected. It's a tradition for the anomalous community... It was then that it started in earnest.
The first item was mostly innocuous. A doll house made by Dr. Wondertainment that could manipulate the perceptions of those who invested their imagination into it. A wholesome item, bought by a rich family from the US, presumably for their daughter. The next, was one that they had lost track of during the quirk wars. SCP 604. A banquet table that turned the contents served into human flesh. A demonstration was provided with a turkey turned into a baby with a severed hand stuffed into its mouth. A surprising number of people put a bid in, even the foundation representative put in a bid. However, the Aristocrat ended up winning that one. As repulsive as the item is... it could ensure a potential food source for the cannibalistic entities, so it wasn't too much of a surprise. I'm sure the Foundation will put a tracker on it. Each item was more extreme than the last. One by one, every item was sold... the prices going up and up... until the final one was finally put up for auction. The gentleman looked over the entirety of the auction house, ensuring he had everyone's attention before speaking: "And now, we have the spotlight item, the miracle cure. Just a single one of these pills can heal a person of nearly any affliction, including existential threats like cancer and old age. Anyone who wishes to remain on this earth for a long period of time will be interested in these... Starting the bid at a meager one billion US dollars... Any takers?"
The foundation agent immediately placed their sign up. "Very good! 1 billion dollars... how about 1.5? Anyone?"
There was another sign, and another. The price kept hiking higher, to obscene levels. It was when things started to peter off at 100 trillion dollars that it became a bidding war between two sides. The foundation, and a singular lone individual. There was no good angle on them yet, but Izuku was sure that was the agent of All For One. It had to be. The agents under his command tried their best to see them with the cameras, but it was hard to make out in the dark of the auction house, temporary as it was.
It was then, towards the zenith of the evening, that the bidding war ended with a staggering Quintillion dollar bid from Maximillian. The opposing party couldn't bid that high, so, the gavel struck with the final bid. "The Miracle cure, sold! To the gentleman in the pinstripe shirt!" The pill bottle was taken off stage. As the audience murmured quietly to each other, the Auctioneer bid them a good evening, "And this concludes this evening's auction... Those of you who have successfully bid on an item, please see my associates to pay for them. I would like to personally meet the one who bought the miracle cure. Thank you, everyone. Next year's auction location will be delivered to you all, personally. Until then, I bid you good night!"
After the final proclamation, there was a massive shuffling of chairs as people and anomalies stood up and went to the relevant staff. They had to retrieve their prizes, after all, and now was the time to do so, while they were still on neutral ground. After the four agents stalked between each of these customers... was when Izuku finally caught a glimpse of the individual who went into a bidding war with Maximillian. The one who was so eager to get their hands on Item 500, for the potential to heal the most dangerous threat the world... no, scratch that. 7520 is just a potential HK, at the most extreme. It was likely the foundation would just take him off the board... and if not them, the GOC definitely would. No, the person who he saw was someone that... while expected... was also saddening at the same time. A person who had every reason to do this, and yet, didn't quite understand what they were getting involved with. Still, he paused to take it in... before relaying the information, as crucial as it was: "That's our target, with the black and white hair in Suzie's cam. He's dyed it. He's the associate and the UA spy. Our target is Shoto Todoroki."
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SCP 963-3
FanfictionIzuku Midoriya barely survived death once, having flung himself off the building where his dreams were crushed... now he is brought face to face with a cursed man, who then unwittingly burdens Izuku with his gesh. Now designated 963-3, he works with...
