SCP 963-3

The Final Stand

Izuku rushed as quickly as he could to the armory. This was the most fortified part of the place, and he found that many of the remaining SCP guards were already getting prepared for long range engagements. But, that would put them at risk of being left behind. Putting that thought aside, Izuku started disassembling some of the advanced weapons, taking advantage of some of Nezu's curriculum. Speaking of the rat, he was doing the same. "Ah, even though Majimba was better at this than I am, it is good to use practical skills such as this every once in a while, am I correct, Rabenherz?"

"There is a certain... joy..." Izuku now was fastening a makeshift weapon onto a drone that could make use of it. At first, his mind wandered to chainsaws and a cannon to make them, but that would be pointless. Instead, the cold would work. "...in this. But I feel far more stressed due to the situation."

"True enough, I suppose. Survival does add years onto one..." Nezu mused, while Aizawa watched on... and so it was for 10 minutes, where they frantically built and recalibrated weapons, automated so that they could be sent out. Izuku managed to jerry-rig several cryogenic based ones, while Nezu stuck to what he was comfortable with... making bombs and devious contraptions.

Meanwhile, Eve ran with Eri in her arms, getting back to where the refugees were. There was no time to lose. There were only a few hundred refugees, and getting them all to the loading zone would take as much optimization as possible. Fortunately, the UA students were very helpful. They coordinated the movement of people to precision, without causing a stampede. All they could do now, was wait. People were curious about this 343 individual, not realizing he was already there, charging his power. As this was far before schedule, they didn't realize that they would be the only survivors...

Momo was greatly curious of the being who was at the wall, charging their power. He was unusual, but she couldn't make out his features, so she approached. When the ravenette arrived, the being turned to look at her... and she saw... "Shoto?"

Turning to look at her, the clear doppelganger of Shoto looked at her with more wisdom and care than he'd ever shown before. However, his eyes softened when he glimpsed her hope. "Hm...? Is that who you see me as?"

Hope shattered as soon as she realized that he was clearly not him. Shoto never showed such care for her. "Of course you're not him, he's dead."

He noticed and smiled sadly all the same. "And yet you cared for him greatly."

Unnerved by this man...person... using Shoto's appearance, she asked, hesitantly, "Is that your quirk?"

He chuckled warmly, and answered her question, shattering her preconceived notions of reality... as if that didn't happen mere hours before. "Dear girl, I am from before quirks. I suppose you could call me... God. Or 343, as the Foundation wishes."

Realizing that he was the lynchpin of the plan, she asked, with a twinge of fear in her voice. Before her stood the "Y-you're God?"

His face shifted to a more classical look when she made the association. Not acknowledging the change, he spoke, his voice warm as a sunbeam, and strong as oak. "I understand this is a tough time for you, but everyone is here to support you. You have friends... people who care. Do not linger on the past."

"I have so many questions I wished I could've asked him..."

"Ah, yes..." He sighed. "I could answer them for you. I know all, especially the questions you want answered." 

Unnervingly, his face shifted back to Shoto's yet again as she thought of them. And so she asked directly: "Why did you work with them?"

Instead of answering like himself, he answered like Shoto. His voice cold, yet still with a hint of understanding. "Because my father was a hero, and I will not become like him."