--Cameraman--

Chapter 9 - Collision

In the aftermath of the large invasion, the portals had stopped appearing, putting the minds of the UA staff to ease. 72 and the Speakerman however, could not be any less  nervous. Throught the history of the fight with the Skibidi Toilets, times of peace or victory had been followed by devastating defeats and tide turnings. All victories were short-lived and losses extensive and sickening.

Despite the impending threat of the next super Skibidi, 72 and the Speakerman stood awkwardly at the train station, waiting for the students. It would be decided that those students who would be travelling to crime-filled areas would be accompanied by me and the Speakerman. I was assigned to one Izuku Midoryia, who I knew as Deku, while the Speakerman was assigned to Tenya Ida.

Once Deku and Ida had arrived, me and the Speakerman waved goodbye, though I had a feeling we would be seeing eachother very soon. On the train ride there, Deku seemed very troubled. I started writing, which caught his attention.

*You seem troubled. Did you have an arguement with Ida?*

Deku seemed a bit shocked, as if he expected no one to notice his extremely strained expression. He looked like he was having some serious constipation.

"A-ah, well, I guess I did. Ida just seems really worked up over his brother's death and I think he wants to hunt down his killer!"

I nodded my head in understanding.

*You can't control Ida's choices. You can only support him. He is your friend, is he not?.*

Deku seemed to ponder deeply over this.

"B-but going after the hero-killer is practically suicide! Expecially considering we're just heroes-in-training!" (🤓)

*Ida has his mind set on avenging his brother. I doubt you can stop him. On the other hand, if you support him, you guys could possible win with the combination of his speed and your strength. Then Ida will calm down and the hero-killer is no more. A win-win, albiet assuming your victory.*

"A-and if we l-lose..?"

I stare him directly in his eyes.

*You both die and the hero-killer runs rampant. And if you choose to leave Ida, the same thing happens except you get to live... With the eternal guilt of practically letting your friend die.*

Midoryia pales and makes the shit-face again. I feel a little like a bully, so I pat the poor guy on the back and we get off the bus to our stop- The house of Gran Torino.

(King Crimson!)

After a hectic horror intro, Gran Torino (who I shall call Granino) introduced himself as All Might's teacher. Over the next few days, he taught Midoryia how to spread his power over his entire body, lowering the pure strength and speed in favor of a constant buff he called "Full Cowling." I usually awkwardly watched from aside. I took notes on his abilities and form for future reference.

After the training, the three of us boarded a bus, Granino no longer wanting to train Deku, something about "getting stale" and such. However, we got attacked mid-trainride.

It was another one of these "Nomus". During the chaos of Granino leaving to fight them, Deku left the bus. I followed after him in a half-rushed jog. He checked his phone and seemed to be heading towards a designated location. I rushed after him, struggling to keep up with his newfound speed, before something crashed into my side, sending me barreling into an alley.

A stray Nomu had been sent flying into me. I quickly got up, only to be tackled by it, sending straight into the wall. I quickly bent my head to the left, dodging a vicious punch that left a hole in the wall behind me. I sent a punch straight into it's solar plexus, shattering rib cartilage and puncturing a lung or two.

While it was winded, I grabbed a broken piece of metal framing from the concrete rubble and stabbed it into it's head, before grabbing it's arms and putting my leg on it's chest. It thrashed around like a beast, lifting me into the air, but I held onto it's arms and pulled while pushing with my legs. It's arms came off with a clean rip, like a velcro strap, sending my flying. I slammed down onto the pavement with my rear as the Nomu toppled over, writhing and screeching on the ground. I used it's arms to rip at it's exposed brains, killing it.

I scrambled to my feet, resuming the chase for Deku. I activated my jetpack and flew over the concrete jungle, searching for the green-haired miscreant. I spotted green electricity and massive ice formations, clearly signalling Deku and the bi-colored hair kid.

I flew down, hovering for a second before landing and observing the terror in front of me. Though I did not know what he looked like before hand, anybody could tell with a glance. The bloodied knives and barbarically wrapped bandages, with the injured and paralyzed hero and heroes-in-training around him screamed the name.

"H e r o - k i l l e r"

I quickly shot a rocket at him, hoping to draw it's attention away from the others. The terror dodged with terrifying dexterity, bending over (please no) backwards and letting the rocket fly over him. I rushed towards him with my remaining rocket, hoping to tackle him as soon as he came up.

To my horror, he didn't come back up, instead doing a handstand kick upwards, sending me flying into the air with a direct hit on my stomach. While I was sent into the air, he threw multiple throwing knives at me with deadly speed and accuracy. I was hit by no less than 4 knives, all stabbing into my torso. I fell to the ground on my back, wounded and defeated in an instant.

The hero-killer pulled one of the knives out of my torso, suprised to find no blood on the blade. He looked down onto my open wound, which sparked electricity.

"You're not exactly a human, are ya?"

He kicked me, sending me sliding across the concrete into a wall. He then teleported towards me, leaving a trail of electricty. I could only sit and watch in silence, completely overtaken by the tremendous horror of the reality that villans now had access to Skibidi Toilet technology.

-End-

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