USJ AFTERMATH: 2: AN INTRESTING OFFER

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If V1 came from Hell, then it is wise to conclude they have valuable information, or battle skills. Perfect for a new position he needed.

Nezu, the rat, dog, cat... thing was gleefully watching the interrogation and taking notes.

"What is your name?"

"I am designated as V1."

"What are you."

"I am a machine designed for warfare."

"If you are a machine, who made you?"

"Specter Incorporated, an international company funded by governments around the world to innovate weapons of any nature. I believe the facility I was created in was located in Japan at one point."

So many interesting responses, Nezu was thinking 1,000 thoughts a minute, 50 more than average. V1's design was interesting, he will need Powerloader to take a look. If V1 came from Hell, then there should be a Heaven and a Purgatory. Is Hell similar to what Dante claimed it to be? V1 moved faster than the Nomu, which was made to beat All Might, so they had to be powerful, perfect.

Meanwhile, in the interrogation room, to say Tsukauchi was stressed would be an understatement. Not 5 minutes into the interview, and he found out that he is talking to a robot from a different universe, sent down from Hell. He also still had to do the paperwork from the villain attack, and remembering this caused Tsukauchi audible groan in frustration.

V1 took note and tilted its head in confusion. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, it's just that I have more work to do because of the villain attack."

V1 pondered for a moment, before asking "I am confused, you have villains? Wouldn't they just be criminals?" It was then that it was explained the basic and crude hero system, which confused the machine even more. "So heroes are ranked, and become closer to celebrities rather than actual heroes? That is very counter-intuitive with the goals of a hero anyway. It encourages unhealthy rivalry and cheating the system by working with the villains they need to stop."

Tsukauchi, in all honesty, was not surprised. If anything were to point out flaws with the hero system, of course it would be a robot from a different universe. "I know there are flaws, but it's what we have, and the public doesn't want a change. I have two more questions, then we can wrap this up, alright?" V1 simply nodded, and Tsukauchi delivered. "Since you are a machine, we need to know what keeps you powered and functioning, can you please tell us?"
"That's an easy one to answer, I run off fresh blood." True.

V1 just stared at the detective's dumb-struck face, and figured it needed to elaborate more.

"I am made from a very light-weight metal designed to allow blood, and only blood, in and out of my chassis. I can't access how it fuels me, that is classified. I only know how it gets in my chassis, and that it needs to be fresh." V1 just looked at the detective, who only looked a little less confused.

"Alright then, I hope we can fix that issue later. Last question, you said you were a war machine, but did you have any purpose besides being used on the battlefield?" That question took V1 to a memory long, long ago. Back before it was shut down when the New Peace happened.

"I did go through hostage training and VIP protection training, as well as..." Even further back in its memory logs, it remembered when his fingers were being tested. "I played a variety of instruments as a way to test my finger when being built. Nothing after though."

"Alright, I've logged all that. I need to discuss something real quick, please wait here." And with that the detective briskly left the room.

Tsukauchi made his way into the observation room. He knew Nezu for a long time, and knew the chimera would take interest in this robot, but Tsukauchi wasn't so sure if messing with V1 would be a good thing. This is a robot designed for warfare, and that can only spell disaster if Nezu off all people is interested. Speaking of Nezu, "I asked all the questions you wanted me to, you still want to talk to the robot?"

Nezu just looked at Tsukauchi with a grin. "Of course I do, please take me in."

V1 was looking at the white... thing... that was brought to the room while it was inspecting the Freezeframe rocket launcher. The creature just stared at V1 before speaking. "I am Nezu, principle of U.A. High, a school that teaches heroes in training, and the owner of the property you fell into." V1 immediately started paying attention after this. While yes, it couldn't control where it went, the machine knew it would have to make up for the damage somehow.

"I apologize for my uninvited entry, though I can promise I had no wrong intentions."

"I understand, I just don't think my students would have expected an angel to literally fall from the sky to save them!"

That comment caught V1 off guard. "I've seen angels in person, I promise I look nothing alike. Honestly they're nothing special."

"Nevertheless, you still swooped in to save my students without knowing anything about this world, and I commend you for it. That's why I'm meeting you here. You may not have been told, but UA was attacked earlier by Shigaraki, who was commanding the Nomu you killed. Due to this and the recent break-in, it was about time we updated UA security. I wanted to offer you the job of patrolling the main campus, since you already showed that you are capable of dealing with villains."

V1 stared at Nezu in shock, before thinking it over for a second. It had bodyguard training for the war, and it could make a program to automatically detect the faces of students and staff...

"I'll take it. Now, what about living conditions?"

"I have some ideas, but let's talk about them in the school."


Hey, sorry for late upload. Is this long overdue? Yes. Is there a reason? No. All I'm gonna say is that school is a bitch.

My plan is to slowly start making chapters longer as I get better and more confident at writing, so keep letting me know if there's anything you want to see.

Let me know what you think, I loved all of the positive feedback from the first two chapters!

Have a good day/evening/night!

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