SYSTEM. Pt.1.

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Remember when i used to make decent contents? Me neither! Anyways heres an old work of mine that i had remastered but still ended up not publishing up until now!

As for your request, ym8606, i am still working on it. I merely published this one because it's nearing my curfew and i haven't published anything for today, I've been working for 5 hours in total, so this will have to suffice for now.

Basically, the context is, what if the Project 6 Shift was the real deal, and that the city actually give a damn on keeping it a secret while also giving Accelerator more time to do it?

Well, here's my take on it.
Please enjoy!

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In a certain facility, deep in its underground chambers. A gate opened. About 10 inches of pure metal. Its movements are smooth, almost flowing. Eventually, the gate fully opens. This happens almost on cue. As just then walked in on a boy in his pre-teenage years.

Body slightly bent forward. Hands inside his pockets. His height is about 5 cm below average. His expression, visibly bored, heeding no mind to the fact that he is 100m deep underground. His stature, thin and fragile. Hair, white as snow. Skin, as delicate as a piece of paper, or even a petal on a daisy. It's colour white, making him appear rather sickly for his age.

Eyes. Blood red. Stares sharper than any predator in its natural habitat. Glows with a fierce hunger.

He waltzed through the facility. His expression is ever-abiding, yet vacant. His thin figure, draped in a black t-shirt, underneath it a long sleeved white shirt. Black jeans.

His movements stopped. Standing still a few metres from the gate. The gate slightly shakes, a small amount of creaking sound heard inside it.

His eyes went from the ground to his front.

The room he's in is big. Its wall sporting the same colour as his skin, bright pale white. Its floor, simply white tiles. Its ceiling, metal, also white. Its features, nothing. Just empty. There, a spectators window from the side. He could see a few people, all wearing similar attire, standing behind the tinted glass.

To his front is a girl, presumably of similar age to him. Her hair, chestnut coloured brown. Her eyes, same. Her attire, a uniform of the renowned Tokiwadai Middle.

"So... you're my partner for this experiment?"

The boy speaks. Breaking the silence that had seized the room, making it seem like an echo chamber. 

"Yes, I look forward to working with you. Answered MISAKA."

The girl answers. Her tone is calm and distant. It would be hard to describe it with one word. It's an echo of someone, one that's not quite right in the head.

A smirk appeared on the boy's face. A grin that very much resembles a psycho maniac. The bloodlust in his eyes, too much to hold back any longer.

"Yeah, this is my first time fighting another Level 5. Just so you know, the thing I'm-"

His words were cut short when he noticed something on the girl's hand.

'A gun?'

He came here looking for a fight, yes. But he was expecting to fight a Level 5. Someone who had reached the very pinnacle of power. A power great enough to level a whole army, probably a country.

And seeing this girl, claimed to be a clone of the infamous 3rd Ranked Level 5, armed with a semi-automatic pistol confuses him. Isn't the 3rd Ranked power said to be able to cause a calamity? Then shouldn't her clone also be able to do the same? If yes, why would they arm her with a fucking gun? There has to be an explanation for this shit.

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