That night, y/n had another dream. This time, she was inside. On the left was Frost, the kid with pale skin, and Tropica, the tan girl with pale blonde hair. On her right was Bryanna, the older girl with two tails, and Blaise, the boy with yellow hair. Eveland was nowhere to be found. Then, y/n looked in front of her, then fear struck her to her core. In front of her a very tall man, tall enough to look All Might dead in the eye. His body was mainly covered by a dark fur cloak, almost like it was covered in shadow, but y/n could see a large sword on his back. His face however is what truly brought dread to y/n. His face was bearded, his head slightly squarish, and his hair drooped over his shoulder in a rat tail. This was y/n's father, Azathoth the Wrathful. Y/n tried to calm herself down by taking calming breaths but it was hard for her to tell if she was breathing at all. Blaise broke the silence.
Blaise: We're getting tired of this old man. Why are we even doing this?!
Azathoth exhaled.
Azathoth: I should have expected this. It is only natural for children to be so curious. So, I shall tell you.
The children exchanged glances with each other before looking back at the adult.
Azathoth: Your mission is to weaken this superhuman society, and it starts with the so-called Symbol of Peace, All Might.
The youths gasped and murmured amongst themselves before Frost spoke.
Frost: All Might? Why him?
Azathoth: Firstly, because of his status. If the people lose their beacon of hope, they will all fall into despair. Secondly, because of his quirk.
The team questioningly looked at each other.
Tropica: His quirk? What in da' hail is that s'posed to mean?
Azathoth: Patience children. I will explain. The mighty Symbol of Peace has a very special quirk called One For All. It is a quirk that allows the user to pass on other quirks.
Bryanna put her hands on her hips.
Bryanna: That's cool and all, but what does that have to do with us?
Azathoth: Because it first belonged to the brother of my master, All For One.
The youths gasped. Everyone except y/n. She was dead silent. Suddenly, y/n felt her feet going cold. Y/n looked down and saw darkness spread out from underneath her. It enveloped the other teens, but they didn't seem to care. They kept murmuring amongst themselves until the shadow swallowed them whole and their voice was completely mute. Y/n looked around more to not completely lose her mind until she realized that Azathoth was still standing in front of her.
Azathoth: So, this is what my daughter dreams about.
Y/n gasped and jolted up. Y/n looked around, panting hard like a dog. She was still in her room, away from that horrible man who calls himself y/n's father. Y/n felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see Righty sitting on her nightside table. She grabbed it and held it close to her chest until her breathing slowed.
