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[30] - Cycles

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All of them...

All of them are dead.

They've died by my hands. Heroes, villains, everyone. Nobody was left from my massacre. Dead bodies layed everywhere.

I looked towards the dead body of Ochaco Uraraka. Her lifeless eyes stared daggers into my already sinful soul.

I didn't say anything. I just her body to rot there. Alongside her other classmates. Midoirya, Todoroki, Katsuki, all of them are dead.

I then looked towards the villains. The only people who I considered my friends. My comrades. Dead.

It was my fault.

Toga Himiko. Shigaraki. Dabi. Twice and Compress, and Spinner two.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

There was only one recognizable body left. I dragged myself to the body. I didn't want to, but I had to.

Opheebop...

Her body lied amongst the top of the body pile, almost as prestine as ever. Her eyes were closed, as no pulse came from her.

I knew.

This was the end.

Tears fell from my eyes as I attempted to wipe them away. The tears never stopped. It just kept falling down! I couldn't protect her! This was my fault!

I didn't even get to say I love you!

I could only whimper as I cried. It didn't matter how I cried at this point. Nobody would hear me.

...

Once I opened my eyes, I noticed a figure standing right infront of me. He wore a blank expression, as well as a black cloak accented by blue colours, as well as a single blue eye, which seemed like it shines even in the darkest times.

How ironic.

He simply sighed, before he muttered. Something along the lines of experiment. I didn't have the energy to go ahead and question him or anything.

"Please kill me..." I said. The boy looked at me, very surprised, before sighing once again.

"Either way, this universe needed a redo." I heard him say. What does he mean? I saw fire appear in his hand before it spread around me, creating some sort of symbol that came to life.

What is this? Why can't I move?!

"Narratio tua nondum super. Redo cyclus." I heard him say.

All I saw next was a flash of bright light.

Then darkness.

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[3rd Person POV]

"Wow, you really want to give this world a do over, huh? A voice said to the cloaked boy. He huffed, turning away.

"It's an anti-climatic and trashy way to go out for this story, but it was fun while it lasted." He said, before a dark smile appeared on him.

"Besides, this story and many others have really given me insight on creating better ones. I'm sure I can pick up the pieces at a later time and redo this story. I'm already working on it." Strings appeared on his fingers as a doll Bob and Opheebop twirled from the end of the strings.

"But not now. Now, I have a few other experiments on alternate worlds colliding to mess around with." He tilted his head, before entering a portal.

"Welp, goodbye, Bob."

...

Yes, that's the end.

What can I say?

Well, it was 100% fun while it lasted. I never thought I'd finish this mess of a book, but look where we are, even if it's trashy.

I was going to work on a remaster for this fic. Unfortunately, nope, I never will. I have my hands full with Pokemon Heroic Adventures rn, and I'm even making new crossovers. Of course, I won't be able to do all the ideas I have, so I'll send out some in an idea book, and if you want, you can steal an idea and use it!

Just. don't be trash at writing :(

Anyways

thank you for reading!