"Target in sight?"
"Yep. He's in front of you."
"Gotcha. He walking out of his office now. Should I jump him or not?"
"..."
"That was a rhetorical question, right?"
"Fuck you, Smeargle."
"Die!"
"Okay then, Ditto."
"Fuck off, Will-0. I told you my name was Mimicry."
"Shut the fuck up, you two!"
Todoroki Enji never saw it coming, and he found himself covered in smoke. When the smoke cleared, his flames were put out, and he was promptly doused with cool, ice water.
He stomped around in a rampage as people started taking pictures are murmuring, not noticing the figure clad in black disappear into the darkness.
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"Tell me again why we're not just outrightly killing him?"
"Because one, he can burn us. Number two, killing him won't break him. He wants to be Number one, and only cares about being the strongest and his status. Destroying his ego will prevent him from being number. Breaking him is much more fun." The figure in black cackled over the headpiece, "Plus he's a piece of shit and he's not worth killing in the first place."
"And how do you know that?"
"Breaking into his office. Duh. Did you know his security password is IAmNumberOneNotAllMight."
"Well now we do."
"Egoistical bastard. Freaking piece of trash. Just like those parents of yours. Did we ever figure out who did the job for us and set their house on fire?"
"Nope."
"Please let me kill him. I can make him jump off a roof."
"You think that will kill a worthless flaming dumpster trash like him?"
"I wanna kill him though."
"Why?"
"He set a nice man's house on fire for absolutely no reason. Scratch that, he burnt down an entire block of estates to... um...... do what - "
"Catch a villain who's quirk was to grow out his fingernails?"
"Yeah that."
"Anyways, any other targets?"
"Um... someone from elementary school. Tsubasa. Wing quirk, and his little band of bullies."
"You wanna go alone, Boss?"
"I don't care. And stop calling me boss."
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"Last night, five corpses of middle school students were found. They were ... "
Aizawa let out a sigh, and rubbed his head. His apartment building was set on fire by Enji of all people (He was way too lazy to file a complaint. Plus, there were already tens of hundreds of people complaining already), plus Yamada had extra room in his house, and just let him move in. He didn't have much stuff anyways, most of his items being furniture, and food.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
He was the one that found the corpses. Limbs splayed out, bleeding all over, stab wounds littered their bodies. Intestines splayed out, eyes stabbed, he couldn't even tell which hand belonged to which body. Their faces were left untouched, as if whoever did this wanted them to be identified.
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Reversal
FanfictionThree kids, wanting to be heroes. Three kids, declared dead. Three kids, who were told they couldn't be heroes. No one said a thing about villains.