From Murderer to Hero - A Dusttale Frans x BNHA Fanfic [DISCONTINUED]

Brand New Opponents to Fight

The gaster blasters peppering the air all around the USJ dome open their maws, bright orbs of purple energy appearing in them.

"Whoa," Izuku says, looking up in shock at all the dragon skulls above him.

"nothing like a bit of good ol' determination for a pick-me-up," Sans says.  "but, i think the stuff worked a bit too well.  i feel way to jittery.  ah whatever, i'll sleep it off after all this is done."

He snaps his fingers.

The beams are blinding.  Izuku covers his eyes with his arm.

When the light disappears, the nomu is still standing, but its arms are completely gone, its shoulders in a position as if the nomu put his arms up in an x in an attempt to protect itself.  The arms started growing back, slower than before.

"Could it be that the more damage that is inflicted on it, the slower it regenerates?" Izuku asks.

"i don't really have any intentions of finding out," Sans replies.  "so that much blast and i only got your arms, huh?  guess i just didn't put enough blast."

Sans snaps his fingers again.  Izuku shields his eyes, expecting the blinding light that comes a few seconds later.

This time it lasts longer.  A lot longer.

When the light disappears, Izuku moves his arm away from his eyes.  

All that was left behind was the nomu's head.  The rest of its body had disintegrated into dust.

"Nomu!  No!  You cheated!" the villain shrieks, enraged.

"yeah, good luck regenerating from that," Sans says, walking up to the nomu head, which was, creepily enough, still rolling around on its own.  "now..."

Sans summons a bone into his hand.  He steps on the nomu's head to prevent it from rolling away before stabbing it downward with his bone, staking it to the ground.  

"i can think of so many fun things to do with you," Sans says, grinning deviously. "but i guess i'll be merciful with you."

He steps off of the head and walks away from it, snapping his fingers.  Purple bones rise out of the ground from right under it, splattering blood everywhere.

"that's taken care of," he says.  "what's better is I didn't even get enough EXP to gain a level.  had to break that promise i made to myself though.  eh, 'snot like i wasn't breakin' them before anyway."

"Whoa," Izuku mutters to himself, looking back to his skeleton friend in amazement.

"that's the most i've done in a pretty long while," Sans says, exhaling.  "seems it's gonna be a while 'til we get any form of assistance.  maybe i'll take a quick nap.  wake me if anything happens, k?  now...zzz..."

Sans promptly falls asleep, still standing up with his hands in his pockets.

"And just when I'd thought I had seen everything," Yaoyorozu says, walking over to the sleeping skeleton with Kaminari and Jiro walking beside her and poking him in the forehead.

"He tends to do it in weird places, too," Frisk points out, knife still at the throat of the blue-haired villain she was still sitting on top of.  "There was this one time when I found him asleep on the top of his fridge.  Had to get his brother to help him down."

"What was he doing up there in the first place?" Izuku asks.

"Hell if I know."

"Class 1-A!  Are you all alright?!" an adult male voice says from the entrance to the USJ dome.