Heya chapter here, I just popped the blood blister btw cuz it's getting annoying.I managed to fix my glitchy wattpad by deleting it and re-installing it again.
It worked.Anyways here goes a precedented break in
==========The very next day Sans woke up groggily. He checked his laptop and notices that he got an email. Ut was from a person. Not some random ass services that fill his email, it was actually a person. He never gets emails so this isn't good. Who in the world have managed to obtain his email? He doesn't remember sharing it, nor he ever told anyone about it.
Out of curiosity he checked it. Shit it was from U.A. They were referring him to go to the school. Fuck.
This just means one thing. He slipped up, they obviously know that he's a vigilante and everything. In a spur of decision. Sans immediately replied no in a well pretty 'Creative way' and placed the email in the trash. Not undoing it or anything. There was no real reason to delete it it was just an eyesore and that's it.
"Well this is shit." Sans murmured to himself while tapping his foot
An hour later another message sent and it was basically saying the same thing. He still replied no obviously in very creative ways this time a riddle then deleted the email thread it came from. Even though there definitely was no real reason to say no despite the fact everything stated is beneficial to him. He still did out of spite.
Although there was a chance that it is a trap, albeit very unlikely knowing that this is coming from the U.A principal himself. Still, no one would stop him from immediately declining in different elaborate ways like using literal puzzles, or different languages, heck even using things needing to use ciphers.
This cycle of repeated deletes and creative declines went on for a week before Sans decided to block the email altogether.
Welp terrible choice. Cause a week or so later guess who popped up in his godforsaken contacts? Someone that he can only guess, which is the darling 'old vermin principal of the most reputable high school Japan has to offer.
The rat got his number now, like what the fuck. How?
And why? Why exactly was the guy so damn determined to get through him? Was he perhaps interesting in his eyes? Interesting my ass...
Sans was literally nursing a cup of coffee while withholding himself from basically yeeting his phone across the goddamn room. The only thing that held him back from doing so is that he absolutely cannot afford a new phone when he's basically scrapping by as it is.
The principal sent a message through the number detailing a pretty intriguing offer. He didn't say no this time nor did he even say yes. Deciding that ignorance is probably the best answer at this point. But you can just say it's that he's just being vindictive.
Welp it's up to the rat to decide what he does with him. Afterall it looks like his fun days are over.
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Timeskip
( around a week later)
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[A mix of Third person POV & Aizawa's]Nezu says that the ever so elusive vigilante named 'Judge'. Lives here. A vigilante who's been on the scene for a good year. A record for all vigilantes, no one stays this elusive in that amount of time on the scene. Of course, there are those who are regulars but even those the police has information on, but not this guy. A lot of the non-regulars immediately dissappear from the scene, as they either turn into a villian before it hits a month or they're already captured a week in.
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