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I destroy, it means, another mistake. I'm not bothering anyone (everything is through the code) and then... BAM!

I ended up somewhere. And where exactly is unknown. The only reality available to me is that I hit the ground painfully. Hmm, I sat for a couple of minutes, stuck it in nowhere, but I got up, dusted myself off and looked around... Well, myopia is my old enemy, I can only say that everything is green. I calmly take my glasses out of my jacket and put them on. The picture has become clearer, but... It looks like they need to be changed again. Heck.

It looks like I landed in the woods.

“Fuck,” I say, shortly but pretty damn eloquent.

I still decide to get into the code. And... and fucking. I can't view the fucking code. That is, before that he could have been practically all his life, but now, bitch, no. To put it mildly, the question is brewing: why? what for? and where the fuck am I after all?!

- Ha... Calm down... Breathe... - I mutter, running my hand through my hair, and then looking up to the sky, I am. It's day in the forest. The firmament is of an ordinary blue color, I see a few clouds. I start counting them. One, two, three, four, five... Twenty-three... It seems, everything, calmed down.

I remember that I can dig not only in the code. I'm trying to open a portal. The key word is trying. Yeah, yes, it didn't work out again. Next on the list are threads.

- Holy Azgore, - I breathe. Twirling the blue threads that appeared in different ways. - Something already, - a little joy.

Further on, a bone appears in my hand. That one is still the same red and with the words "error". Minus one more concern.

I decide to get out of this forest, hoping that the whole universe does not consist of it. I take a step, second, third... I stop abruptly, with a grin on my face.

- Teleportation.

To begin with, I try to move only two meters, you never know what other failures in magic. For the beauty of the whole action, I snapped my fingers and teleport!

- Yes! - Carries between tall trees.

I think about one and a half kilometers should be enough. Let's omit the part of thoughts in which I am still worried about possible failures and errors... I would not want to get stuck in space.

Voila la! And I... But actually, where? I look around quickly. There is a forest behind me, on the sides and in front the same thing. But it is worth walking literally five meters and it appears to my gaze...

- Park? - There are clearly fewer trees, here and there benches, lanterns and paths. You can even see a couple of errors from here.

I quickly made a decision to walk. You never know what...

I walk calmly, bothering no one and feel the strange glances of rare passers-by. And why is not clear. Just think, a very, very unusual face, and the body is surrounded by many inscriptions "error"... Nothing unusual.

In general, I still leave the park and freeze. Around, if you do not look back, tall buildings, a couple of speckled inscriptions fall into the eye... What is remarkable, they are in a different language. Maybe I have some obvious problems right now, but I am quite capable of distinguishing English from any other.

On the Surface (which is nowhere more obvious) with a foreign language.

- Just fucking, - I breathe out. Several people move away from me, hearing a raspy voice.

I "enter" the city, and my stomach growls. I had to decide to eat after destroying that alternative! Damn her. I almost wave my hand to open the portal. I remember in time that now, alas, this ability is not available to me. The question arises: how to get food? And instantly the answer appears:

- Steal as usual.

Now I wander the streets in search of a suitable "dark alley". Teleportation, of course, is good, but it is better not to risk it and stay quiet for now.

While I walk like this, evening comes. I've already robbed three people. Unfortunately only one had some kind of small bun. But all three have kindly provided their wallets. I have no idea how to use the money here, so we continue to search for food.

So, I found a place, after about ten minutes and a new victim!..

Patrol. Nothing unusual, stopped a couple of fights and nothing more. Then I hear a noise and go in his direction. From the roof I peer into the alley. There are two guys.

- Do you have food? - One asks in a strange voice. This is English?

- Wh-what? - Frightened and nervously asks the second.

- Food, - slowly repeats the first one.

- Oh, y-yes, here you are, - apparently, the victim quickly takes out a package and, while the foreigner examines it, hastily leaves.

I think this guy should be detained after all. I go down, grab him with ribbons, he is indignant:

- What the fuck, old man?

- You are under arrest.

- Fuck, - the foreigner comments very succinctly.

As we walk to the nearest site, I ask:

- How old are you?

- Um... About thirty? Sorry, but I don't remember, glitch, - I don't think it's true. - By the way, could you untie me already?.. - The guy growls.

- No, - I'm sure he understood me.

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The guy tapped his fingers on the table, fidgeting and looking around all the time.

"So... will he say anything?" - Expecting at least a word from the detainee, asked Tsukauchi. The brunette looked in his direction. The detective had already introduced himself and told about his quirk.

Now that we were in a room with good lighting, I could see it. A quirk clearly did not spare the guy, since he had such a... specific appearance. Dressed in a navy blue jacket and shorts and gloves, as well as a red T-shirt. Wears round glasses with red frames. He has a yellow-blue iris and red squirrels. There are blue streaks from the eyes that look like scars. Since then, as I detained him and up to this moment, I was constantly surrounded by the inscriptions "error". Oh, yes, it also had slates on it, so you could see... different colors of the toes. They were yellow, which stood out on the dark skin of the foreigner. Perhaps the fingers were the same color. The guy was very thin.

- I don't think he knows Japanese. Foreigner. All the way and before that I spoke English, - I answered. - What's your name, kid?

- Everyone just calls me Error. But if you need a full name, then... - he sighed. - Sans Skeleton Error.

- Um...

Seemingly noticing the detective's confusion, the guy suggested:

- Just Error. Don't make it hard for yourself.

- Good, - Naomasa nodded. - Where are you from?

- Obviously not from here. Moreover ... I doubt that you know about the existence of this place.

The detective and I looked at each other.

- How old are you?

- Um... Somewhere around... My condolences, but I don't remember, a glitch, - Error chuckled. Obviously a problem child.

- Hmm... How did you get here? - continued Tsukauchi.

- I did my job, and then fell in some forest. Came out, after looking for food. It didn't work out very well... Do you have some chocolate?

The detective shook his head.

- Fuck.

- Could you not express yourself? - I asked irritably. I just wanted to sleep...

- And what will you do to me otherwise, hero? - The child hissed back.

- Stripping my quirks until I die.

- Quirk? What kind of error is this? Anyway, I don't suffer from this shit. - Error brushed aside.

- Your appearance suggests otherwise.

- Yours downright shouts that you are not a tenant. But I'm in no hurry to bury you? - the guy snapped.

- And how do you then... explain it? - I traced his figure in the air with my finger.

- It's just, I'm a mistake. And that's all. No complications, old man.

It looks like... The detained foreigner really does not know what a "fad" is.

I could have escaped... But I decided to go with the flow. I was lazy. And I was sure that the building is warmer than outside.

...they didn't have food.

And despite this, they also interrogate me! Recently they started chatting about some "quirks"... It looks like this alternative is very different from the original. It means, yes, they began to explain to me how this error works, realizing that I did not know.

- Do you understand now? - the hero asked wearily. It turned out that I guessed right and that was his profession.

- Probably.

No matter how they asked him, Error refused to talk about his abilities at all. But the dark-haired man in paints told him what he would do with those who touched him with a finger. No mention of magic, but creepy enough.

After about an hour of useless chatter, two men came out and for another fifteen minutes thought about what to do with the foreign youngster.

As a result, they fed him, again tried to fish out at least some information (nothing came of it) and...

They sent me to an orphanage and wrote that I was eleven years old! I'm sure that mummy is to blame for everything ... Well, wait, bitch, I'll take revenge on you.

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I've been studying Japanese for five damn years. I've been in this fucking universe for five fucking years.

...I never seem to get out of here.

- Damn mistakes! So that you all die! If I had my will, I would erase everyone! - I whispered angrily. It was night, and my roommates needed a good night's sleep.

I, according to the idea, too, tomorrow the entrance exam... But cursing everything and everyone was so familiar that I could not resist.

In front of me was just a gigantic building. They probably have the same big budget...

While I was walking to the entrance, I was bypassed. Nothing new in general. About ten minutes later, I wandered around the building in search of the right audience.

In the end, I entered the right office and, judging by the fact that another mummer was almost finishing his speech, I was late. But having found its place, I saw a small brochure with all the information I needed. Lucky to say.

Then I had to wander again, but this time in search of the required field. Fields! And as I understand it is not one. This is, of course, a prestigious school for heroes and all that, but... How much fucking cost it all was, even scary to imagine...

Oh, the beginning has already been announced.

- Destroy as many bugs as possible... Sounds familiar.

- Is this ... Threads?

- And it looks very solid. - Nezu chuckled.

- How likely is it that someone could find out that I am teaching at the Academy, Director? Aizawa asked monotonously.

- What? Do you know him? - Asked Midnight.

- Yes.

- In any case, time for his release!

Nezu pressed the red button with his small paw. It was felt that the only thing missing was the clichéd villainous laugh.

- How much money do they have since they built such a colossus?

And three minutes later, some kid destroyed a giant robot. I'm not surprised, honestly. But I must admit, it looked impressive.

- Error, you have a letter from UA! - Shouted to me two weeks after the exam.

- So give it back.

They threw this thing to me. Over the course of five years, most children have learned that they shouldn't touch me, not even come close.

So, a letter. I open it and something falls out.

- I want to congratulate you, young listener, you passed the entrance exam and were accepted into UA! - Loudly proclaims the projection of the hero, who then explained what and how. - Having shown impressive combat power and ingenuity in applying my quirks, - I winced at that moment. It's just... It's magic. My dear buggy magic. These quirks to me still seem to be some kind of contagion. So it's not very pleasant when my powers are called that. - You were enrolled in class 1-A! Hero class!

Ahem, yes... Considering my previous occupation, the choice of a future profession may seem strange... Although there is no need to deny it, it is strange.

I just wanted to try my hand, try something new. After all, no one has ever considered me a "hero" and... I was wondering what it is like when you do something useful and you are not called a villain.

I did not come to this decision right away. Before that, I was completely convinced that the mysterious Mount Abbott, on which children disappear, does not exist in the universe. Of course, it is not in every mistake, but this is something like a fundamental sign... In general, I am not a mile close to how to get out of here.

Then a year passed, I set up a supply of chocolate in my room and realized that it was not so bad. Since I can't leave, why shouldn't I stay?

...then I freaked out, because so many mistakes will continue to exist without my intervention. More and more will appear!..

And so several times. It all ended with the fact that I woke up after being injected with a sedative with the decision to become a hero.

And without studying here for a day, I already hated the local layout of the building. When I found the office I needed, I calmed down a bit and asked the question again:

- How much money do they have? And fucking big doors. Are there really such children?

In general, I enter the class. The room is already half full, so I involuntarily winced. Due to the fact that I own teleportation, I decided to sleep for half an hour more and here you go...

- Get out of my way. - I growled the Japanese blocking the passage.

- Hey guy, calm down. - said the girl, nevertheless deigning to leave aside.

Then, about five minutes passed, the Mummy entered the classroom... That fucking bastard who put me in the orphanage.

I jumped up, there were more glitches on my body, we met our gazes, they reluctantly waved my hand at me.

- What-

I haven't gone to reboot for a long time, I think that's why now there was enough irritation, since I entered this state so quickly.

- Teacher, - called Mina Ashido, - there's something wrong with the guy. - The girl pointed to the brunette next to her.

- Just take your uniform and change. He will be all right. - I sighed.

- Excellent!

- Come on, go. - I waved my hand at the door.

About ten minutes passed and Error "returned".

- How are you?

- Awesome. - Quickly replied guy.

- Then take your uniform and change. - I handed him the clothes.

- Don't touch me, Mummy.

- My name is Aizawa Shota and I am your homeroom teacher. Show respect.

- The same as you when you took me to the orphanage?

- Problem child-

- I'm not a child! But precisely because of you, I now have a fifteen-year-old's passport! Eleven, huh? - The intonation of my voice not only was jumping constantly, but I also spoke with an obvious accent. Glitches became dangerously many, I calmed down abruptly. - How did I not please you?

- You, young thief, just change your clothes already.

- Okay.

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The school uniform is not the most comfortable... The same is with the sports uniform... I would sooner change into my favorite (and she has not changed during all this time).

- So, - began the Mummy, - did they pass the standards in high school?

The children around me made a small noise in agreement. Norms, norms... It seems that my neighbors were talking about them.

- Today you will do it again, but using quirks. - The brunette continued. - Error Sans, - I walked out of the crowd. - you won first place in the entrance exam, so let's start with you. What was your high school performance?

- I didn't go there. - I screwed up in response. - I sat in an orphanage and studied Japanese.

The class whispered.

- Then it doesn't matter. Your task is to throw the ball as far as possible without leaving the circle. - A ball flew at me and I caught it and entered the drawn circle.

So use a quirk? Well, the threads are unlikely to help here, there are few objects to catch on. Then only bones remain. Having called one, before that, having previously put on glasses, I tossed the ball, then hitting it. I doubt it came that far, but just throwing it even worse.

- Not bad, but it could be better.

- As well as your appearance?

I still looked at the tablet on which my result was. 120 meters... Okay. I don’t know what he’s nagging about.

- It looks fun! - Some girl exclaimed.

- It's fun, you say? He chuckled. - Then the one who takes the last place will be expelled from the course of heroes.

Again noise. These kids are so easy to get turned on... But can Aizawa really do that? If so, can I become a teacher too?

- But, Aizawa-sensei! This is not fair.

- Life is full of injustice. - The mummy just shrugged. As much as I hate to admit it, I agree with him. - You are going to become heroes. And if you thought the entrance exam was difficult, I'm sorry. After all, for the next three years, UA will test you over and over again. Go beyond, plus ultra. - The teacher smiled and I would even say that it was creepy if I had never looked at myself in the mirror. Of course, not my level, but you are close to that, Aizawa. - So, let's continue.

I threw the ball, now run after it... Okay, the next standard was only fifty meters. I just teleported. So that I would complicate my life with some kind of running?.. Heh, not this time. In the long jump, he used the same tactics. If anyone asked, I had a prepared answer, saying that teleportation is a jump through space. But no one asked questions. For grip strength, the result was slightly above average, well, no one prepared me for this. Plus I specialize in long-range attacks... Side jumping for endurance.

- Just ... What the fuck? - I really didn't understand, but I did it anyway.

- What did he say? - I heard a voice from behind.

- I swore. - Someone barked back.

- Do you know English? - Turning around, I asked some blond.

- I know mats in English.

- This is bad.

- Why? - It seems he was offended.

- Because now people who will ask me not to express one more... - I sighed dramatically.

- I’ll never ask any extra. - The blond was annoyed, and I for the company.

- Hey, boy, I actually took first place, not you.

In general, lightning left each other for a couple of minutes and parted. But our eyes met again when it turned out that I was higher than him in the final list, which was kindly provided to us by the Mummy. Although not the first, but a high enough place so that my pride is not hurt too much. Aizawa then announced that his words were a joke. Mentally, but I strangled him with blue threads. And having dreamed, after all, he was used to embodying all thoughts into actions, he even mechanically pulled out a couple of threads. But he calmed down, counting the clouds, this time forty-one. I don’t even know what I’ll do without them.

I somehow missed the moment, but now a crowd of children was looking at me (it was worth remembering that these were my classmates, but not destiny) and were expecting something from me.

- What should I say?

- Japanese, problem child, you are in Japan. - The Mummy grumbled from her sleeping bag. Fixed: Mummy caterpillar.

- Oh, come on, I didn't seem to notice! - I immediately objected. - So, what do you, mistakes, want from me?

Where one could hear from the side: “Oh no! Another rude man!..” I even wondered who was the first.

- Um, we decided to get to know each other better. - Some brown-haired woman started. - Could you introduce yourself and tell us a little about yourself?

I am in a good mood today, because no one touched me, so...

- Error Sans. I strongly recommend that you do not touch me. I smiled. Someone cursed. My people have always been right about my villainous appearance. It helps sometimes.

- Dude, what's wrong with your smile? - Some blond exclaimed.

- Do not understand what you talking about. - I shrugged my shoulders carelessly, stood still for a couple of minutes and went to the orphanage.

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In an orphanage, I have respect from children and dislike from adults.

All this did not appear immediately. A year after I was placed here. At first I was “bullied”, but their attempts were just pathetic compared to the hatred that the entire multiverse felt for me. Once, so that “I know my place” (literally), they tried to beat me. As a result, the offenders had five fractures and indigestion... Then I found out that my threads are not digestible. A plus to the acquired knowledge was hostility on the part of the staff of the state institution. The poor kids, you see, were beaten by an angry teenager. Hunting to vomit.

But the respect I earned gradually. With each new fight, it got bigger and bigger. I never lost, but I ended up in a draw five times. But these children have already been taken away, so I have nothing to worry about.

By the way, about this. Despite all my attempts, two couples of madmen still risked “to accept the unfortunate child and surround him with care and love” (distorted by memory). Glory to Azgor, they handed me back!

And yes, once again, I did not decide to become a hero right away.

But... The kids here are really weird. Some... robotic? Yes... Live on a schedule without the ability to deviate from it. A freedom-loving person like me was slightly (two reboots in three weeks!) Shocked by such conditions of life.

It's just so boring, boring and monotonous. You can say that I was even glad that they pestered me... Anything, if only not this routine!..

The biggest problem I have with math here is not knowing how numbers are written. But this was quickly resolved. The dash is there, the dash is here...

In general, when you know Japanese, the lessons in Japanese schools with Japanese teachers are not so bad.

I don’t know how it happened, but I end up having lunch in the cafeteria with a few classmates... It's weird, I'll be honest. Wherever I was with me there was always a persistent feeling of loneliness. And then... They tried to involve me in the conversation, they did not throw malicious glances at me (one blond always has him like that, so it doesn't count), damn it, they invited me themselves! I howled inwardly, because I felt that I would go to reboot a little more, and there were no clouds anywhere. Fucking closed room...

...inhale, exhale...

- Error, are you a foreigner? - A woman's voice was heard nearby.

- BUT? - I glanced at its owner, moved away from the pink-haired woman and nodded.

Unusual, strange, but pleasant. Yes, apparently, I really can come to terms with many times

So fucking don't. If I think in the same direction, the chance that I will use the ticket to Reload is pretty damn high.

- Hmm, you said not to touch you... You were literal, right? - asked some brunette.

- Why such conclusions, guy?

- You are at every opportunity, as far away from the crowd as possible.

- Look how observant. I rolled my eyes.

- Listen, do you control their number? Why do you need them at all? - The smiling blond asked questions, pointing to the glitches surrounding me. One angry the other dumb. It is quite easy to distinguish between them.

- Not.

Yes, I was in a good mood... so I want to destroy something. Although the appearance of this desire does not depend in any way on the mood. Whether I am furious or happy, I always had to complete the task assigned to me... Inhale, exhale. I calmly take a couple of sheets out of my trousers pocket and methodically begin to tear them. Slowly, enjoying the crackle of the paper, closing my eyes and ignoring the outside noise-

- What are you doing?

- I'm calming down. - Without taking my eyes off and without stopping my occupation, I answered.

The smiling blond hummed importantly, and then said:

- You could use it too, Bakugou.

From the sounds of small explosions, he was addressing an angry blonde. It’s worth remembering his last name, otherwise it’s too long, though... A bomb. Uh-huh, I'll stop at that. The others at the table were laughing strangledly.

- What are you laughing at, extras? - Bombochka growled.

- Hey, - I was still distracted.

- What? - Sugary politely asked the blond. And the face is not at all kind. He'd better improve his acting skills, by God.

- Watch your words, Bomb, or I'll turn it into dust. - And I'm not lying. I'm a proud monster, very proud.

- What did you say?

- Heard what, Explosives.

Classmates could no longer restrain laughter and laughed out loud. The bomb switched to them, and I continued to tear the paper.

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- I WALK INTO THE DOOR LIKE AN ORDINARY PERSON!

No matter how limited I am from society about the Symbol of Peace, the Allmight, I have heard and...

It's so loud! Lord, are my lovely eardrums still intact? Is it okay to speak at that volume? I doubt. My ears are ringing... So also a flock of under-heroes squeals at the top of their voices.

- Just fucking shut up, damn mistakes. - I whispered angrily, covering my ears.

- Young Error, it's not good to say so about your classmates! - Objected the blond. Stars, this is the fourth...

- They bother me. How else to "speak" about them? - I asked.

- You could have just asked to be quieter, - the bespectacled robot immediately began. He seems to be from a wealthy family, really, does not know that it is better not to interfere in other people's conversations?

- Ahem, so... - The Allmight Blond returned his full attention to himself. - Let's get back to the topic of the lesson.

- Will you be back? As if you were starting something... - I chuckled.

- I will deal with your combat training! - Anyway, he heard my words, but ignored. - I... - Noise, noise and... noise, damn it. - So take your hero costumes and meet on the field!

Oh, looks like I missed most of his fiery speech. Well, nothing happens. Taking the box with my number, I went to the locker room. The orphanage is liberating, because it will be bad there, if the feeling of shame is not stifled. So, my hero costume... I just wrote to them how to sew my regular clothes. Well, a little stronger than usual, but outwardly it is the same. Comfortable...

When the whole herd gathered on the field, it became clear that my suit was not the most gloomy and simple. The bird has all black outfit. And the invisible girl, it seems, only has gloves. Ashamed of her, heh.

- Now you will be assigned to pairs, and after that we will arrange training battles, heroes against villains.

My mood suddenly deteriorated, so I raised my head to the sky and began to count the clouds.

- Error? - I was almost grabbed by the shoulder, but I jumped away from the girl, as if scalded. - Oh, did I scare you? - I looked at her... scared. Well, what can I say? Haptophobia. I shook my head. - Sorry. I am Yaoyrozu Momo, we were assigned to a pair. - The brunette explained.

- I see. - I whispered. - Do you know who we will be against?

- Yes. Against Jiro and Kaminari.

- Who is this? - I asked roughly.

- Um, well... - She was puzzled. - Kaminari is blond-

- Is he stupid? - I asked, because the fucking variety of friends in this academy of blondes is enough for me to get confused.

- Yes? - Embarrassedly answered the brunette.

- Then I know him. Jiro?

- That's her, - My "partner" pointed to some girl.

- It's like a role-playing game... Who are we for? - Examining the gloves, I asked.

- Villains, - A classmate answered seriously.

- Well, of course, it just couldn't fucking be otherwise... - I hissed. - You can't kill someone, right? - Guessing the answer, I still asked.

- Yes, - My partner nodded. Before that, it took her some time to translate my words. - It would not be very “heroic”.

- Shopping mall, of course, - I brushed it off. - Do we have to go somewhere now?

- You're right. Until our turn comes, we will observe other people's battles in a separate room.

- Well, then, lead, friend, - I grinned.

- We go there, - The girl pointed with her hand.

- You said you can't kill anyone, - Leaning over to my partner, I was indignant.

- Bakugou breaks the rules set by the Allmight, - They answered me.

- Okay... - I lazily held out and sat down on the floor. We should be almost the last to perform, so we can take a nap.

- Error, - they called me loudly. I open my eyes, in front of me is a brunette. - Now it's our turn, we have to go. - When we were already at the building in the designed town - how much money do they have, bitch?! - the girl added. - We have ten minutes to get ready.

- Ten? This is quite enough. - I screwed up, entering the building. - I know how to be villain.

- Don't worry, my plan will work. They notice any movement... - Jiro stopped. - The Kaminari seem to have spotted us.

- Bakugou almost killed Midoriya. And Error, like Bakugou... Even worse! We will definitely die... - The boy succumbed to panic.

- If that the Allmight will save us, - I tried to calm down Denki Kyoko.

Then a knife flew past the couple, and then they heard:

- So?

- Yes. Create a couple more, tie the threads to them.

- Jiro?.. - Kaminari's voice was trembling, and his hands were already gripping the sleeve of the student's suit.

- We can handle it, boy.

- And... - Another knife, only this time he returned back to the opposing team. - Works.

Static noise, it intensified. Footsteps were heard... The spanking of shale?

Error emerged from a kind of shadow. He was about ten meters away, perhaps I-

- Jiro! - Shouted Kaminari.

I looked in his direction. The guy was suspended by blue strings.

- Tsa, tsa, tsa, you must not be distracted, hero. - Error shut down.

I jumped to the side. A knife flew at me and had to dodge-

Something pulled me by the leg. Blue threads.

- Gotcha. - The brunette almost sang. There was an abnormal smile on his face, rather a grin. I saw madness in my eyes.

- Be careful. - I asked Yaoyroza.

- Okay, - Did Error a favor, the grip on the leg loosened.

I looked back at my partner. He... seems to have passed out.

- The villains are winning! - The voice of the Allmight announces loudly.

I looked at our opponents. The brunette smiled slightly, and the guy could hardly restrain his laughter.

- What's so funny? - I asked, trying to remove the threads from my leg.

- I don’t know. - Error interrupted in response, giggling. It seems to be English.

Damn foreigner.

And then our "fight" was taken apart and told about every damn mistake. What does my damn partner have to do with it!

...you can't trust people. You can't... Nobody.

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- Tu, tu, tu... - Beating the drum roll with my fingers, I quietly hummed, looking out the window. - The train goes to the Void... And that is closed... We turn around and again on the road. Home... Into the empty Anti-emptiness. Tu, tu, tu...

But the lesson still deigned to begin, distract me from bad memories.

- Today you have to decide, - The Mummy paused. Damn playwright. - Who will be the class president.

The class began to grumble about how well this or that student is suitable for this position. How loud... My head starts to ache from all these screams. Thoughts appear to simply hang all these children over the ceiling with their own threads... and strangle them so they don't scream anymore.

But, unfortunately, I cannot do that. After all, I'm on a hero course. I sighed heavily. Something too often I regret my choice... But I really wonder what it is not to be a villain. Although...

The pleasure of feeling complete control over someone is wonderful. I involuntarily scan the classroom for a suitable victim. Surprisingly, I quickly find her. The guy looks good like a doll. Only, judging by its appearance, the chrysalis is broken. You won't play around. One thing cannot be broken twice, but you can destroy it more, so not all is lost, heh.

I chuckled softly at my thoughts. This one doesn't seem to want to befriend everyone like Blue, so... it sounds promising. I hope I have time to play with the dolls.

- Silence, please! - As on time, bespectacled. - It is a great responsibility to lead others. Not everyone can cope with this, this is a vocation that requires the trust of the people around you. If we want to elect a leader democratically, we must hold elections. - The robot boy finished his speech. He scratches his tongue well, but... he himself pulls his hand above everyone else. Although, given that he is one of the tallest students, this is understandable.

In general, after five minutes of useless strife, they decided... to vote. Well... Not by force to measure, it's already good.

Ten minutes pass and it turns out that a certain Midoriya Izuku, a green-haired, nervous kid with big eyes and, as I understand it, a strong quirk, is becoming president. To me, honestly, this whole situation seemed very funny, because behind the bundle of nerves was my imperturbable former partner, as Ochkarik kindly mentioned, Yaoirozu Momo.

...you still need to remember the names of these people, you still have to study with them for three years, yes...

Hmm, since I had a good mood out of nowhere, and the situation made me laugh, I quietly giggled to myself, noting that there were a drop more glitches, and they were casting sidelong glances at me. I liked the president the most. The guy was interested.

- Once you have decided everything, - the caterpillar Mummy began, - then, problem child, stop laughing, you get on your nerves-

- Sorry, I forgot that your age is not the same. - Glitches rustled. - The pressure, go, also jumps, doesn't it, sir? - I could hardly restrain my laughter, today I have a great mood!

And the teacher of my classroom twitched an eyebrow, I saw that he could hardly restrain himself so as not to be rude.

- I declare the lesson over. Aizawa finished annoyed, huh.

I was once brought into the dining room. I just have to find out how glitches do it...

- So Midoriya is the class president now, huh? By the way, Bakugou, you seemed to know each other, right? - Asked the red-haired energetic boy. And from the information already known, it follows that he is Fearless, since he asks such questions to Bomba.

- Right, - The blond growled in response.

I know this look he hates the president, although... no. Almost hates. In general, occasionally briefly answering questions, I continued to eat chocolate. Sometimes my classmates would feed me from their plates. Although I am a proud man, I do not want to starve to death.

And then BAM! The alarm sounded and everyone ran somewhere. The company that was sitting at the same table with me seems to have triggered a herd feeling and they also jumped. They already wanted to run, but only looked at me puzzled.

- Error, something happened-

- No, no, no, glitch, I'm eating. And fuck me that will interrupt from this occupation. Am I making myself clear?

- Yes... - The pink-haired woman answered slowly.

- Excellent.

I settled into a more comfortable chair and continued to eat chocolate. And my friends still left, following instincts.

As the journalists told me later. Well, there really were such people in front of the entrance, but I, following the call of the phobia, teleported, avoiding meeting the crowd. And I did the right thing, because otherwise I would have gone to reboot anyway, having killed someone beforehand, but I don't need that, thanks.

- I think Iida would be more suited to the role of class president. He proved it, resolving the situation with anxiety, - Haltingly (still sounded better than I was in a good mood), announced pre... Let there be a Hero. I feel it will suit him.

The mummy agreed, so there was no controversy.

"No, well, seriously, it's a funny situation. If you want the president, you don't want those other..." - Giggling, I thought.

I am in a great mood today!

And the fact that someone has a choice (like the Hero), and someone does not (like, for example, me...), it was decided to close my eyes, so as not to spoil my chic mood.

...It was complicated. I usually didn't hold back my emotional breakdowns.

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- I mean, we're going somewhere? - On the verge of confusion and irritation, I asked.

- This is part of your heroic training, problem child, - сaterpillar Mummy answers.

I think we can say that the new president (bespectacled) dragged me onto the bus by force, but it is worth clarifying that as soon as he tried to grab my hand, I walked on my own.

In general, I sit, trying to fall asleep, simultaneously eavesdropping on the conversations of my classmates. They chatted mostly about quirks and about the incident with the journalists. Mentioning me as one of the strongest in the class worked well for my pride. It also turned out that the Doll is a strong boy, because I slept through the moment when he froze the whole building, but it is also better. Resistance is better than powerlessness!

We chatted a little more about the Bomb and the Hero. But the blond exploded quickly, so the conversation stopped. Although the Frog seemed to be determinedly ready to develop this topic. Another fearless... What's wrong with this class?

Hmmm... I fell asleep. I woke up because of the loud voice of the bespectacled man. Thank Azgor, nobody touched me.

It's good that everyone in this universe likes to introduce themselves. After all, I have only indirectly heard about some of the heroes. So Thirteen started the lesson.

- Water disasters, landslides, fires and the like... I have developed this training area to simulate a wide variety of disasters and accidents. And her name... - they are all bloody playwrights, right? - The Greatest Disaster Zone!

Then the heroine briefly talked about something with Mumiya. I think it has something to do with Almighty Blonde, because as far as I can remember, Aizawa said that he would be present.

- Before we start, I will say just one thing... or two... or three... or four... I'm sure you all already know... - figures of self-importance... - But my quirk is "Black Hole." Regardless of what it absorbs, I have absolutely no need to worry about it turning to dust, - the hero began to mutter something, the girl next to him strongly agreed, the heroine too. - Yes... However, this power can be used for murder. And in this she does not differ from the quirks of other heroes.

It reminded me of one incident... I saw how one guy, who could easily be considered a monster, was hit and killed by a car... He did not turn into dust. Then I went to reboot. It was wrong. Of course, there are alternatives in which the monsters do not crumble, but still... More often than not, this is normal, it will turn to dust after death.

- Your powers are not meant to harm. I hope that you leave here today with the understanding that you must help people, - I was distracted only at the end of her probably fiery speech. Oh, and it would be great if that were the case. But... In general, I am satisfied with my perception of the world.

And then the Mummy screamed like:

- Everyone get together and don't move! Thirteenth, protect the students!

From the portal at the fountain began to come out... Villains? Probably.

- What is there? - asked the question Fearless, trying to make out a picture that was available to me in full.

- Don't move! They are villains! - the teacher put on his yellow glasses.

Damn it, where's my popcorn ?! Here's the show!

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- Easerhead and the Thirteenth... According to the curriculum we obtained yesterday, the Allmight should be here and yet...

My eyesight may be shitty, but I'm not complaining about hearing, so... Oh, I mean, villains made their way to school yesterday, right? No, well, what the fuck? Fuck you bitch...

- Where is he... We've been through so much... - someone's voice creaked. Looks like mine. - We have gathered so many people... Just do not tell me... That the Allmight... The Symbol of Peace... There is no... - pause. Although, as I understand it, this is the norm for this guy. - I’m wondering if he’ll show up if we kill all the children?

At least half of the children shuddered/froze with fear. And I? I felt calm, such a familiar atmosphere of fear, only now... they were not afraid of me. Oh, and of course I was interested too. In theory, the hero should come anyway, when it becomes known that the villains are here, but... If everyone is killed, I think he will be furious. I would like to take a look at this.

A wry grin appeared on my face. I couldn't take my eyes off this villainous guy. He even mechanically put on his glasses to get a better look. He reminded me of someone...

Out of my ears, I heard Doll and Yaoyrozu philosophizing... We found time, of course. In the meantime, the Mummy, in spite of the persuasion of the Hero, went into battle.

The villain, he was all in his hands (corrected: Rukophilus), also decided to speculate, but already on the topic of the teacher's quirks. My classmates tried to escape, but...

- l'm afraid I can't afford it, - I turned around. Mist's voice was pleasant, his appearance is very aesthetic. Overall, a great image. - Greetings! We are the League of Villains, - Stars, how I hope it was not he who came up with this stupid name! - I apologize for the arrogance, but we took the liberty of invading the UA Academy, the hero base, - Oh, what a polite... Already sick, by God. - Especially in order to meet with the "Symbol of Peace", the Allmight. You see, we were just wondering, - oh, that is, they just do it all out of interest? If not for the name and some other factors, I would say that I like these guys, but... not destiny, ha. - Maybe we will have the opportunity to kill him.

I whistled. Far away they swung... It's really interesting. Did I, by chance, take chocolate? I went through my pockets with my hands. Alas and ah, but nothing. Sorry.

- Wasn't Mr. Allmight supposed to be here? Maybe something went wrong? Well... More on that later...

The villain wanted to say something more, but Fearless and Bomba hit him with something squealing.

- It was quite dangerous... As expected, although you are still students, you are also the "future" of the world of heroes, - mist calmly smoked.

- No use, just run! Run, you two! - shouted at the morons Thirteenth.

- You will all be separated. You will be tortured and killed.

Having looked around, I forgot that I am also a participant in this performance. Yes, yeah, I was teleported... Into the air. And now I was falling somewhere. Looking back, I noticed that it was in the water. And he himself, using the "short path", moved to a nearby/sailing boat.

After a while, the Frog and the Hero immediately appeared... wet.

- Well, how did you swim?

- The water is a little cold, - calmly answered the girl. She had a slightly hoarse voice.

- What? It doesn't matter, thank you Asui, - the kid ignored me.

- Call me Tsuyu. Well, we have a problem, guys.

- The end of the curriculum!.. If you think about it, yesterday's "incident with the infiltration of the press" must have been a distraction to get information, - the Hero began to think. - As Todoroki said... - is that the name of the Doll? Interesting... - They were waiting for the right moment... - the guy is short of breath. - And now their preparations are complete.

- And the fact that it is Allmight and they plan to bang him? He is, as it were, the strongest, isn't he? - I stuck in.

- They’ve already figured out how to kill him, yes, - Frog agreed. - Otherwise, it would be simply absurd that they came for him, and he, in the end, would just smear them... And, it is likely that these bastards are not bluffing! They said they would torture us to death, remember. - I nodded. - And if not, can we hold out until the Allmight appears? And if he comes... Will everything be all right with him?

Behind the deck, the villains began to shout, and next to me, the Hero muttered. But the boy, apparently having come to some conclusion, already spoke to us.

- Anyway, if these bastards came up with some kind of trick to kill the Allmight... Then we now have only one way out! We will fight to win!

Speech, of course, is very motivational, if I could be so easily influenced, then, probably, I would have thrown myself into the thick of it, but... Somehow into a bastard.

- So you have a plan, Hero? - I stretched out lazily, looking around. It seems we were surrounded.

- Hero? - He began to mutter about this nickname, but abruptly interrupted himself and resolutely replied. - Yes, sure!

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- Those bastards in the water... They probably specialize in underwater battles.

- So, they knew exactly about the structure of the park before entering it, and gathered people based on their specifics? - the Frog suggested. Smart girl.

- Exactly, they were gathering information before the attack! But for a bunch of scoundrels who have prepared so thoroughly, there is something strange in their behavior...

Like a show of some kind. It's just that the plan cannot be told... although it seems that he is coming up with it right now. Hell, next time you gotta get something to eat. Yeah, definitely.

- In underwater battles... Asui, you, khem, Tsuyu, you can move freely! This is your strength! So why did they drop you here?

- Continue.

- Boy, do not be weary, - we hastened the Hero.

- Oh, well, okay, - the brunette quickly surrendered. What a weak character. If it hadn't been for a quirk, it surely would have been an easy target. - In other words, they don’t know the quirks of the students!

- It's true... I'm a frog, so I know that if I got into that area with fires, nothing funny would be waiting for me there, - the Frog agreed. I fucking guessed it, heh.

- They divided us to win by numbers, - the guy came to the correct conclusion. - But we still have an advantage!

- I can jump high enough, climb walls, my tongue stretches up to twenty meters in length... And I can swell my stomach a lot. It's covered in poisonous mucus... Well, not very poisonous. And I can... make it stand out. - For her, the norm is to pause, I understand. But I don't like this transmigration of abilities. I don't like it at all.

- I was expecting something like this, but... you're pretty strong, - commented the Hero. - My ability... Very strong, but... As soon as I use it, my bones break and crack... In fact, I'm no better than a single-shot cannon.

Fuck, fuck, bitch, fuck you. I was tricked. He has no plan. Now everyone is talking about their abilities to compose it. Inhale, exhale, a second regret that there are no clouds here...

- I can teleport, summon a lot of bones, Gaster blasters and threads, - I pulled out a couple on the last word.

- A-

- I could teleport us all to the beach, but I won't fucking because it will cause a fucking touch. And then I'm going to reboot, okay, kid? - I explained. From the thought that they would touch me, the number of glitches on my body involuntarily increased.

- Good, - the Hero nodded. - You said that you can summon bones... How many at one time in your ability?

- Well, I haven't used it to the maximum for a long time, but I definitely can about fifty, maybe a hundred... I, basically, by threads, - twisting the blue thread a little, I answered.

- Ah... It hurts, doesn't it? - clarified the brunette.

- It depends on how fast, - I chuckled.

- It's clear-

The watercraft shook from the impact, not allowing the boy to finish.

- Tired, - began some villain, - it's time to end this farce.

- What a power!.. He hacked the ship!

Everyone grabbed what they could until the shaking subsided more or less.

- The ship will sink no more than two minutes... As soon as you get into the water, the victory is ours.

And as soon as some left villain fell silent, I remembered that I could immediately teleport to the shore... And right now I was planning to do so, but...

- It won't be heroic, damn you, - I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose, and then adjusting my glasses. And after wiping them, the lenses are in the water, not a dick is visible.

A chuckle escaped my lips. Since when do I think so? Of course, I always did everything as I thought it was right, but... My “right” and societies never converged. "Great and terrible, crazy psycho, destroyer of universes" Error... And now... Really, did it come together?

- Error, you are surprisingly calm, - the Hero turned to my words, but did not ask what I mean. The guy was shivering.

- There were worse situations, - I brushed it off.

- Good, I have a plan. Tsuyu, can you take me to the other side? - the girl nodded. - Excellent. Then, Error, you teleport yourself. And so that the villains could not attack us... I will strike once, and you, please... throw them with bones.

- Okey.

- Okey. - He repeated nervously. - Then, let's start.

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- Just look! They knew that these kids were just soplezhu!

- Hey, did you forget what Shigaraki-san says, recklessness is the only sin? Don't judge by their age, judge by their quirks, that's common sense.

And then the Hero jumped from the ship and hit (it is worth noting that it was far from weak), then the Frog caught him. I summoned the bones almost under the dome of the building and threw them down onto the villains. And to be sure, send another batch of glitchy bones. Then he teleported to the shore. This is where this pair of wet allies went.

- This is... Very effective, - the Frog croaked. Maybe she's sick? I would take a pill there... It's just, it's inconvenient.

Once he screamed so much that he was hoarse. And I couldn't say a word without dull pain... Well, in principle, there was no one, so without any particular difficulties.

- I know, - I answered.

- You’re overconfident, right? - asked the girl.

- Definitely.

The last bone fell into the water. And the screams continued. So... nice.

- Stop mumbling, Midoriya, you’re scaring me, - asked the brunette. - In any case, can we decide what to do next?

- You're right... - the Hero agreed, I just nodded, folding my arms across my chest. - I think at the moment our priority task is to call for help. If we're lucky, we can walk on the water to the exit, avoiding the central square.

And then they remembered that the teacher was fighting there. While my thoughts were occupied with chocolate. I was hungry, so somehow it didn't work out to stop. Although... I managed to see the battle between the Mummy and Rukophilus. They were talking about something, but from such a distance I could hardly hear. The hero... has his elbow spread out? Um, damaged, by and large, yeah.

- Oh, it seems they are planning to kill the Allmight with this monster.

I pointed to the creature that was sitting on Aizawa... that sounds weird. Well, basically, there was no need for that. My temporary allies did not hear me, frozen in... fear? This is so logical. They are children, their first fight took place a couple of minutes ago... They never even killed anyone. Naturally, now they could not move. I chuckled. Despite everything, it looked pathetic. I can't understand them, having played the role of a villain for so long, doing things larger and more terrible, according to everyone in the multiverse, except me. I did everything right.

In general, I decided to listen. The Mist appeared just near Rukophilus.

- Shigaraki Tomura... - he called. Is that the name of the villain? Well, he already has a nickname, so it makes no difference.

- Kurogiri... So Thirteen is dead? - asked the whitish.

- I took her out of the game. However, I'm afraid the students, who were not scattered around the park, made it difficult to fulfill the plan... And one of them managed to escape.

- What? Then he muttered. But, thank Azgor, not for long, - there is nothing to think about how we will win if we are besieged by a whole bunch of professional heroes. Game over, - he growled. - Game over... For now. Let's jump back?

- Are they leaving? Excellent, - I commented.

- It's a little confusing.

- Yes, - the Hero nodded. - They came and, in fact, did nothing... And now they are retreating?

It seems to me, or such phrases are not something that cannot be pronounced, it is even better not to think so.

- But, you know, why don't we take the opportunity before that... - how the fuck did he get there so quickly?! Out of surprise, I teleported to the side. Not far away, maximum three meters. Scared, bitch, haptophobe. - Dealt with those whom the Symbol of Peace so cherishes, - he put his hand on the Frog's face and... nothing. His quirk should have activated, right? - You're a tough person, Eserhead.

- L-let her go! - the Hero jumped on Rukofil.

Eh... Really, he doesn't know? Heroes die first.

“Nomu,” the whitish man called.

And already that monster (Nomu, huh?) Jumps on the boy. But he beats him. But nothing, alas and ah, heh.

- Nice hit. You called him "the destroyer"... Are you a follower of the Allmight? - asked Rukophil and reached for the Frog, while the Hero was about to knock down Nomu.

I sighed, knowing that later I would have a tantrum because of this, but nevertheless, with the help of threads, I dragged my temporary allies to me.

- You seem to be offended, - I said, seeing that a small patch of skin on the girl's cheek was gone.

- It's good, - she croaked.

The look of skepticism now rested on the brunette. Both the Hero and the Frog were trembling with fear.

I looked at them, Rukophil burned a hole in me. He apparently didn't like my trick. The guy even wanted to say something, but...

- Do not be afraid, I am already here!

- Aaa... Our game continues.

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Purely out of interest, this is not planned, is it? It's just... So on time...

Oh, and yes, of course, I am still tormented by the question: well, was it really so difficult for me to put at least a candy in my pocket? There is such a show, but I can't have a bite!.. And watching something interesting, you need to eat something, preferably chocolate. I have been living by this principle for a very long time and it is so stupid to violate it... it's a shame.

Ahem, back to the view. It means that the Allmight has come, the man must save everyone.

- We've been expecting you, hero, - Rukophilus creaked. - Or better to say" trash hero.

In fact, the "main villain" was ignored. The hero fucking quickly got to the Mummy and took him to a safe place, if there is such a building at all. Then the blond at the same speed ran to the Hero and the Frog, after transferring them there. I, again, from surprise teleported to the side (and, thank Azgor, not to the villains, it would be awkward), and then to my classmates. They flinched with residual fear.

- You three, quickly to the exit! - The Allmight Blond began to command. - I have to leave Aizawa on you! He's unconscious, hurry up!

Yes, rush. Yes, it's dangerous. But, damn it, my ears!.. Seriously, we must stay away from this Symbol of Peace, otherwise I’ll go deaf. As they say... Um, I don't remember. But in general terms, the picture looks better from a distance. Although I doubt that there was about the painting...

Rukophilus began to mumble again, from what I understood it was only "you are weakening." Then the Hero began to chatter, but he was politely interrupted by the blond.

- Midoriya, my boy, - but right now it was scary, - everything will be fine!

By the way, the Almighty was in office clothes, you know, the one that is not suitable for combat... And also, he tried to hit the blue monster again, but no fucking thing. And then more and more, and more... The guy is clearly an optimist.

- I can not believe!.. - Suddenly he shouted. - My punches do nothing to him!

We, with the whole trio with the Mummy in tow (Hero), slowly retreated towards the exit. Where, in fact, were the rest. Well, surely after all, not everyone is allowed to swim in cool water in the middle of the lesson, when the villains also attacked you, right?

- Bitch ... - I exhaled noisily.

- Error, I, of course, understand everything, but could you not express yourself? - Asked the Hero. Maybe change it to "Sunny"? No, but what? He walks and downright glows with a desire to help everyone and everything.

...I'll leave this option for consideration.

I was walking, I think, but in the background there was a battle (I, as my temporary allies, did not look back). Nice background.

- A! Deku and the rest! - Some girl shouted.

Um, what? She openly humiliates him or what? I studied diligently, so I know exactly what the word means, so...

- What the fuck?

- Uraraka said-

- I don't give a fuck.

- Okay... - Immediately the Hero was shy about such furious resistance.

The brunette is thinking about something, obviously about some stupidity, something else does not come to this curly head (oh yes, I managed to understand this even in such a short period of time). The fighters were chatting about something, but that was not the point. I had a strong desire to tie the green-haired moron and not let go until it becomes quiet. Why? Because he, like a madman, again rushes into the very heat (Aizawa managed to throw it off, it's already good). And, bitch, not one Hero is so crazy! Look, lined up in a row: Fearless, Bomb and Doll. And next to it is the Allmight, divided in two by the quirk of the Mist. Fuck the situation, what can I say? Oh yeah, where the hell is the sky ?! I need him urgently.

- It's frozen! - Well done, Mr. Obvious.

Ahem, in general, the battle continues: Nomu had his hand cut off, and he - like fucking unexpectedly - grew a new one. The Allmight takes the blow for the Bomb. And...

- You're insane.

There is a lot of skepticism in me, a lot, for one more Symbol of Peace there would be enough. Maybe a few. Depends on the mood. Now, for example, as many as three Mr. Obvious would come out.

- You just like to kill.

- You got me through... So quickly.

Is it just me or are they talking too much for a fight? Not? No, seriously, how much can you scratch with your tongue? This is even despite the fact that half of the dialogue I miss deaf ear... Tin.

My classmates want to intervene, but the hero does not allow them. Again there is a clash between Nomu and the Almighty. The first flies out of the dome of the circus.

- Yep, - I hum importantly, nodding my head. At least something funny.

Then the children seem to be going to leave the stage, but no, fuck you, the Hero decided to break a couple more bones. I chuckled. Rukophil is already reaching for the boy, when... a bullet hits his hand? Yeah, she's the one.

- We are very late.

- Iida! - exclaimed the Hypocrite. I finally decided on a nickname.

- I returned with everyone I found! Class 1-A President, Iida Tenya, completed the task! - Loudly announced the bespectacled man. A whole cloud of hero-teachers stood next to him.

And then the villains were gone. Well, like villains... Mist and Rukofil, the rest were thrown.

Oh, still everything around is kind of gloomy. And I? And I would have chocolate...

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Maybe some sleep? The villains dumped, so nothing interesting is likely to happen... Yeah, yeah, that's a good idea.

I pushed into nowhere a little more, and then sat down in Turkish and... fell asleep. And I don't care what was on the ground or what was there. For my life, wherever I have not slept. Until I learned how to use magic right on the "floor" of Anti-void... if that one has any at all.

Unfortunately, I was awakened... We were taken out from under the dome and I was finally able to clearly (wearing glasses) see the sky. And such beloved and dear clouds!.. Before we were dismissed, I counted all the visible clouds and moved on to more living objects.

...somehow got to two hundred thirty-seven.

In general, after I happily went, and then happily teleported to the orphanage. Why would you? There's chocolate! And I'm sure none of those robotic kids or staff will find my secret supplies.

I chuckled.

After one weekend (oh, I had a good sleep then) I still had to go to the academy... Here the bespectacled man started yelling something...

...have mercy on my long-suffering ears...

- So, attention! It's class time! Everything is in place! - shouted a classmate, while I covered my ears.

- Good morning, - Aizawa said quietly, as the bandages muffled his voice.

I knew, in my gut I felt that the man was a mummy. It's nice to be right. I chuckled softly.

From the third desk everything was perfectly visible. A truly beautiful sight opened up to me, which I did not hesitate to enjoy. The sight of a beaten monster or a man has always evoked either contempt or pleasure. Now, second, heh.

Most of the class was interested in the health of the Mummy.

- You shouldn't feel sorry for me, - everyone fell silent. Quiet and grace... Yes, of course. - The battle is not over yet for you.

Um... What?

- UA Sports Festival is about to start, boys and girls!

Yes, fuck, fucking teacher, why dramatize...

- You couldn't tell right away? Necessarily-

- Yes, a problem child. I like to get on my nerves, you see. - answered the Mummy.

- And to me on yours. See how we fit together perfectly? - I changed my tone to sugary sweet.

- Wait! - Someone interrupted our sweet conversation. How sorry. - Will not the villains come to the festival... Everything will definitely be fine?

- Do not doubt. - Shrugged off all Aizawa's worries. - If the academy has not canceled the festival, then it is confident that it can cope with any situation.

"Academy", of course, not literally, but... For a moment I imagined how UA hunched over the papers and, without ceasing to shine, talking on this topic with the director. His name seems to be Nezu, right? The caterpillar mummy, meanwhile, continued the persuasion.

- For example, I heard that this time the police will be five times more. - Pause. I already had time to hate them. - What you should be thinking about now... This is a huge chance that this festival provides you. This event is not being held to be stopped by villains. Our sports festival is the largest in Japan! In the days of the past, the Olympic Games were a sporting event that united nations! But now the scale of the games and their popularity have diminished, and the significance of the event has faded... What has become the main sporting event instead of the Olympic Games... - Don't pull the cat by the tail, old man. - This is the UA Sports Festival! All the best heroes will be watching us.

Hera lo, speech... In general, there is another noise in the classroom and I sigh again.

- Naturally, getting on an internship with a famous hero will immediately raise your status and give you experience. - I'm sure I have the wrong associations with the word "experience"... Definitely. - Remember, your time is limited. If you are noticed about, then a bright future awaits you. This chance appears once a year... This means three chances for a three-year period of study. If you want to become a hero, then this event you cannot ignore!

- Okay. - I just shrugged.

Sports festival, huh? Hmm... Yeah, I watched something like that a couple of times. But without much interest. It’s just that I don’t know something, but I really don’t understand why this event is so important.

- Deku, Iida, - Litsimerka called, - let's smear everyone at this sports festival! Guys! I! Going to! Win! - And I made such a resolute face.

Tu, tu, tu... It is necessary to exchange for something else. Fixed: Chara. That kid also had big ambitions... very... big...

And then they took me to lunch... How the fuck does Pink do that?..

Chara opened the door and... I shuddered, there was a large crowd. It seems that I have no choice but to sit out in class...

- What it is?! - exclaimed the chubby.

- What the hell are they doing here? - I asked. There are more glitches...

- Testing the ground, Glitchy idiot. The bomb was surprisingly calm, and before I could get offended, the blond continued. - They want to look at the guys who survived the attack of the villains. Finding out who they'll have to deal with when it comes to the main showdown, got it, a walking mistake? I nodded. The bomb, in general, is harmless, just five times more rude than an ordinary person. - Anyway, nothing shines for you, maybe you will resolve, small fry?

- Hey, you can't call people you don't even know "little bipods"! - Immediately objected bespectacled.

- I really came to find out what you kids are made of, but I didn't expect you to be so arrogant. Are there only heroes in the faculty? - A purple-haired boy came out of the crowd.

- What about ?! - Immediately the Bomb was started.

- I'm a little disappointed. So it's true, huh? - Having adjusted my glasses (to be sure), I was able to see the obvious bags under the eyes of Borzoi. - Many graduate from the faculty of general education or others, because they cannot enter the faculty of heroes. Did you know about it?

Is this nit trying to set everyone up against the class?

...then I was distracted by the chocolates I found in my pockets and only heard the end of the student's speech.

- Consider this a declaration of war.

Nicely.

I chuckled.

Then another guy came and started presenting something.

- How much can you talk?.. Just dump and let me go. - I whined a little doomed, eating the fifth candy.

And yes, I was not in the mood to teleport. Only.

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Maybe some sleep? The villains dumped, so nothing interesting is likely to happen... Yeah, yeah, that's a good idea.

I pushed into nowhere a little more, and then sat down in Turkish and... fell asleep. And I don't care what was on the ground or what was there. For my life, wherever I have not slept. Until I learned how to use magic right on the "floor" of Anti-void... if that one has any at all.

Unfortunately, I was awakened... We were taken out from under the dome and I was finally able to clearly (wearing glasses) see the sky. And such beloved and dear clouds!.. Before we were dismissed, I counted all the visible clouds and moved on to more living objects.

...somehow got to two hundred thirty-seven.

In general, after I happily went, and then happily teleported to the orphanage. Why would you? There's chocolate! And I'm sure none of those robotic kids or staff will find my secret supplies.

I chuckled.

After one weekend (oh, I had a good sleep then) I still had to go to the academy... Here the bespectacled man started yelling something...

...have mercy on my long-suffering ears...

- So, attention! It's class time! Everything is in place! - shouted a classmate, while I covered my ears.

- Good morning, - Aizawa said quietly, as the bandages muffled his voice.

I knew, in my gut I felt that the man was a mummy. It's nice to be right. I chuckled softly.

From the third desk everything was perfectly visible. A truly beautiful sight opened up to me, which I did not hesitate to enjoy. The sight of a beaten monster or a man has always evoked either contempt or pleasure. Now, second, heh.

Most of the class was interested in the health of the Mummy.

- You shouldn't feel sorry for me, - everyone fell silent. Quiet and grace... Yes, of course. - The battle is not over yet for you.

Um... What?

- UA Sports Festival is about to start, boys and girls!

Yes, fuck, fucking teacher, why dramatize...

- You couldn't tell right away? Necessarily-

- Yes, a problem child. I like to get on my nerves, you see. - answered the Mummy.

- And to me on yours. See how we fit together perfectly? - I changed my tone to sugary sweet.

- Wait! - Someone interrupted our sweet conversation. How sorry. - Will not the villains come to the festival... Everything will definitely be fine?

- Do not doubt. - Shrugged off all Aizawa's worries. - If the academy has not canceled the festival, then it is confident that it can cope with any situation.

"Academy", of course, not literally, but... For a moment I imagined how UA hunched over the papers and, without ceasing to shine, talking on this topic with the director. His name seems to be Nezu, right? The caterpillar mummy, meanwhile, continued the persuasion.

- For example, I heard that this time the police will be five times more. - Pause. I already had time to hate them. - What you should be thinking about now... This is a huge chance that this festival provides you. This event is not being held to be stopped by villains. Our sports festival is the largest in Japan! In the days of the past, the Olympic Games were a sporting event that united nations! But now the scale of the games and their popularity have diminished, and the significance of the event has faded... What has become the main sporting event instead of the Olympic Games... - Don't pull the cat by the tail, old man. - This is the UA Sports Festival! All the best heroes will be watching us.

Hera lo, speech... In general, there is another noise in the classroom and I sigh again.

- Naturally, getting on an internship with a famous hero will immediately raise your status and give you experience. - I'm sure I have the wrong associations with the word "experience"... Definitely. - Remember, your time is limited. If you are noticed about, then a bright future awaits you. This chance appears once a year... This means three chances for a three-year period of study. If you want to become a hero, then this event you cannot ignore!

- Okay. - I just shrugged.

Sports festival, huh? Hmm... Yeah, I watched something like that a couple of times. But without much interest. It’s just that I don’t know something, but I really don’t understand why this event is so important.

- Deku, Iida, - Litsimerka called, - let's smear everyone at this sports festival! Guys! I! Going to! Win! - And I made such a resolute face.

Tu, tu, tu... It is necessary to exchange for something else. Fixed: Chara. That kid also had big ambitions... very... big...

And then they took me to lunch... How the fuck does Pink do that?..

Chara opened the door and... I shuddered, there was a large crowd. It seems that I have no choice but to sit out in class...

- What it is?! - exclaimed the chubby.

- What the hell are they doing here? - I asked. There are more glitches...

- Testing the ground, Glitchy idiot. The bomb was surprisingly calm, and before I could get offended, the blond continued. - They want to look at the guys who survived the attack of the villains. Finding out who they'll have to deal with when it comes to the main showdown, got it, a walking mistake? I nodded. The bomb, in general, is harmless, just five times more rude than an ordinary person. - Anyway, nothing shines for you, maybe you will resolve, small fry?

- Hey, you can't call people you don't even know "little bipods"! - Immediately objected bespectacled.

- I really came to find out what you kids are made of, but I didn't expect you to be so arrogant. Are there only heroes in the faculty? - A purple-haired boy came out of the crowd.

- What about ?! - Immediately the Bomb was started.

- I'm a little disappointed. So it's true, huh? - Having adjusted my glasses (to be sure), I was able to see the obvious bags under the eyes of Borzoi. - Many graduate from the faculty of general education or others, because they cannot enter the faculty of heroes. Did you know about it?

Is this nit trying to set everyone up against the class?

...then I was distracted by the chocolates I found in my pockets and only heard the end of the student's speech.

- Consider this a declaration of war.

Nicely.

I chuckled.

Then another guy came and started presenting something.

- How much can you talk? .. Just dump and let me go. - I whined a little doomed, eating the fifth candy.

And yes, I was not in the mood to teleport. Only.

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After Greyhound left, Bomb made an inspiring speech, which I ignored in advance, being busy looking at the clouds and eating candy. It's good that I took it.

But no matter how well I knew how to abstract myself from the world, it did not help at all when the initiative for communication came from “outside”. In simple words: I am sitting, packing my things (the crowd has dispersed), and a Hero comes up to me with a clear intention to talk.

- Error?

- Yes? I glanced sideways at the guy. He looked worried. Tts, damn. - What do you want?

- You see, - the brunette looked away, - then, during the attack on the USJ, we called each other our quirks and I was very interested in yours. So could you tell us more about her? - The hero blurted it all out in one breath. He probably has no problem running. - Please?

- Well, I don't even know. I'm a busy man, so... - Leaving the thought incomplete, I ate the candy.

- I see you like chocolate. - Sweetly held out the guy. - How much do you want for information?

- Two boxes. - Just in case, I pointed on my fingers.

- Two? - The Hero was surprised, after receiving my nod. - Not too much

- You are an observant boy, you should have noticed that my quirk is not the most common. - I was not going to waste my time on some mistake just like that.

- Hmm, okay, two so two. - The brunette decided.

- Excellent.

We agreed to meet at Dagob Beach at eleven. It's ten fifty-three now and I'm ready to... teleport! I will sleep as much as possible.

Already in place, he slowly walked along the coast. That rare case when my slates are "in the subject."

- Error!

I looked around. The hero was not far from me.

- Hi, - the guy greeted.

- Yeah, - I nodded. - Did you bring it?

- Yes. There, on the bench. - The brunette waved his hand to the side.

I went there. Before providing information, you need to check the fees for it.

When I got there and made sure all two boxes were filled with chocolate, I smiled and then dragged them under the bench. The day is not very hot, but you shouldn't risk it.

- So, what interested you? Only, come on, one question. I know your habit of mumbling. - Sitting on the bench, I said.

- Good. - The Hero agreed and took out a notebook with a pen from a yellow backpack. - Let's start with a simple one, what quirks did your parents have?

- I do not have parents.

- Hmm, yes, I remember, on the first day you said something about an orphanage... My condolences, but maybe you remember or heard about their quirks?

- Boy, I tell you, I have no parents. No. They don't exist. - I answered categorically. The brunet patted his eyes, puzzled, and wrote something down in a notebook.

- Next question: what is your quirk called?

- What nonsense? Should it be called something?

The same look, the same minute note in a notebook.

- Describe your abilities.

- I can teleport, summon bones, Gaster blasters and threads. - I sighed, because the Hero mumbled.

The guy disconnected from reality for about ten minutes, while writing something furiously on paper. I took out a bar of chocolate and ate it leisurely, looking at the sky.

- Could you show it? - Recovering himself, asked the brunette.

I nodded and summoned the bone, tossed it, handed it to the interlocutor. He turned the bone in different ways, carefully examined it and waved it a couple of times.

- Do you know when these glitches were born already?

From what I remember...

- They were always with me. I answered slowly.

- Threads?

Taking out a few pieces and tearing off, handed my main weapon to the guy. The same procedures were performed with them as with the bone, however, on the last one the Hero almost got entangled in them.

- How did you say?.. Gaster blaster?

- Yeah, only he... Somewhat big.

- There are few people walking around here.

- As you want.

A second later he appeared, a black skull with the words "error" of a dragon-like creature. The hero ran up to him with a gasp. The summoned was a little less than a guy.

- And what can he do? - Still spinning around the skull, asked the brunette.

- Shoot lasers. - I answered easily. His reaction was very funny.

Fifteen minutes later, when the classmate finished both the examination and the notes, he said:

- Teleportation.

I reluctantly got up and with the help of the "short cut" moved two meters to the left. The hero gasped again. And then, in violation of the agreement, a barrage of questions rained down on me. Of those that I analyzed, they were mainly about how much and what I can do without harming myself. Sensitive downplaying the number, I did answer. After writing down all the information received, the Hero asked:

- The question is off topic, but why did you want to become a hero?

- I was wondering what it was. I answered lazily. I had to talk too much, which is extremely unusual and tiring.

- Is that all?

- Yes, but there must be something else? Although, I have no doubt your motives are more heroic.

- Well, I don’t know... - The Hero was embarrassed. - My life was not easy, but... I always wanted to help people with a smile on my face! And the strength that I have will undoubtedly help me. In spite of everything, I will become a hero! - These words, full of determination, stirred something in my memory.

- Oh... Damn. - There are three times more glitches, the static noise has become louder... Before leaving for the reboot, I managed to say. - Slack.

- Error, are you okay? - The Hero asked anxiously.

- Full. - I answered irritably.

- Then, forgive me, but I have to go.

- Yeah, get out. - I waved at him.

And the guy left. In the meantime, I got out the chocolate and started eating it. I needed to calm down. Urgently.

- Deku...

That was the name of one of the alternatives to Frisk. Just like in UnderSwap there was Chara... The mistake I was destroying then was Deku.

Now it is clear who Rukophil reminded me of. He was the antagonist in that alternative.

Who knew that I ran into the intersection of two multiverse? I exhaled noisily. Probably, that universe is no longer there and that's good. But... Due to the fact that I got into the code of this "intersection", I went beyond the limits of what I was allowed to do... I was thrown out here. To another multiverse. In which, of course, I cannot interact with the code in any way...

I'm stuck here forever. Without the ability to get out, because I lost contact with my multiverse...

Wait a minute, if I no longer have any "connecting threads" with her, then...

Freedom.

Sounds good, doesn't it?

- Just fine. - I whispered, dosting a bar of chocolate from the box.

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- The people, everyone is ready?! Our exit is coming soon! - The president announced.

I was sitting at the table, calmly eating chocolate.

- Damn, and I wanted to perform with my costume. - Someone was whining.

- They banned them so that the conditions were equal. - Said Tailed.

- Midoriya, - the Doll called.

- And you, Todoroki? .. - The hero was puzzled.

- From an objective point of view ... I think I am one step higher in actual strength. - Arrogance ... How sweet.

- What? Oh, well, yes. - The brunette was amazed at such straightforwardness. I chuckled softly.

- You managed to get the attention of the Almighty, right? - continued the Doll with a calm face. I wonder how despair would look on that face? I think he would be fine.

- I don’t want to poke my nose into this business, but... - I heard a displeased chuckle. Playwrights... - I'm going to defeat you.

- Oо?! - Exclaimed the stupid blond. Fixed: Lightning. So shorter. - Declaration of war on the strongest guy in the class?!

- What is this feud?! Don't throw that on him right in front of... - The Doll interrupted Fearless, not allowing him to finish.

- I'm not here to make friends and lisp, but to hell with that. - Brushing the red-haired hand from his shoulder, responded the two-tone.

- I don’t know what you want from me by saying this... You are definitely stronger than me and I think that most people cannot be compared to you, judging objectively. - How gloomy, Hero.

- Come on, Midoriya, don't be so negative. - I tried to cheer up my classmate Fearless, who was still standing near the Doll.

- But even so!.. - The boy is good, even a little sugary, so... Maybe explain to him what to say looking at the interlocutor, and not at the floor, damn it? - Everyone, even students from other faculties, strive to become the best with all their might! - Oh, I raised my head. - Therefore, I will fight with all the strength I have!

And then we left the waiting room or whatever the room is called. Quickly checking the amount of chocolate in my pockets, I followed the herd.

- This is the freshmen round! - loudly announced a loud blond, an English teacher, or just Scream. - Pupils are starting to go out on the field!

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- UA Sports Festival! Here the future heroes of the world are ready to go over their heads just to get to the best! This is our annual competition! And it seems to me that you came to see them? On the young magicians who thwarted the attack of a huge heap of villains with their steel will! Faculty of Heroes, freshman class! And this is class 1-A! - Scream announced.

- Wow... So many people... - Turning his head, the Hero said nervously.

- They praise us so much, - Fearless said, looking quickly at the audience. - I'm already starting to get nervous!.. And you, Bakugou?

- Yes, figs there, you just have stage fright. - Bomb snapped.

I, like the rest of the class, looked around. There were a lot of fucking people, but the event was appropriate. It's good that they are at a sufficient distance...

- And they are followed by class "B", then "C", "D" and "E" from the faculty of general education!.. Classes "F", "G" and "H" from the faculty of support! And now the Faculty of Management...

Barely noticeable, small tremors go through your body. Too close...

- Too much. - I finished the sentence in a whisper, hastily taking out the chocolate.

- Ho, is it possible that the formidable Error is afraid of the stage? - Bomb grinned.

- Boy, if it were that simple… - I shook my head, but then winced. A man passed by... He almost touched me with his shoulder. - If only... - I sighed, continuing to eat the chocolate.

- So, so, calmed down! - A noise arose around, apparently, she was recognized. The teacher must be famous. There was only one lesson with her, so while the brunette walks without a nickname, but... She has a whip in her hands? I could still make out. No wonder I put on my glasses. - Silence. I'm here legally! And now, the representative to the stage. Error Sans from 1-A!

- A? What the hell are you a representative?

- I took first place in the entrance exam, Bomb. - Crooked I replied with a grin. Glory to Azgor, we managed to reach the Lash without incident. - Victory... How wonderful this word is, isn't it? - Another bite and chocolate bars, as it was. But I have five more! - Good luck, glitches.

Well done.

- So now we can start the first stage! To the so-called "qualifying"! Lots of great guys died here in tears!

You will definitely get through, glitch.

- This year the first round of fate... This is an obstacle course! - Finished the Lash. Oh, no, I was wrong. - All eleven classes participate in this race! Track four kilometers around the stadium! - Then I gazed at the sky and missed her further words. - It's time to start... - I teleported to the crowd. - To the start... Let's start!

Taking the shortcut, I almost crashed into a robot. There were such at the exam.

- Our first obstacle is Robo-Inferno! - Scream said kindly. I have already "left" from there. After a few seconds, the blond added. - Todoroki from 1-A broke forward and at the same time blocked the way for others! This guy is not kidding!

- You're wrong, Mick. - There was a tired voice of the Mummy. How did they persuade him?.. - Error is still in the lead. He's already at the canyon.

Well, if this is the name of this "bridge", then he is right. I teleported to the other side. Now there was a vacant lot in front of me... But considering that this is most likely one of the obstacles... I did not make stops, but immediately "went" to the finish line.

- We have a winner, it's Error Sans! - Scream announced. - How did he get there so quickly?!

- Magic. - The Mummy answered quickly, but less energetically.

Heh, you guessed right.

- Simple luck. - I shrugged.

Do you think this is a setup?

A few minutes later, when there were already the first victims of the peaceful field, taking a bite of the newly opened chocolate, I replied:

- They blow up children. Of course.

I sat down on the ground in Turkish and waited for this test to end. At the same time fighting sleep

Why?

And really, why? You can take a nap...

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- Error? Are you okay?

First I heard a voice, this is a Hero. And then the realization came that this compassionate boy would certainly "lend a helping hand," only literally. I opened my eyes abruptly. Well, he said the same.

- You can get up? - He asked.

- Tts, of course, but somehow I like to sit more, you know?

- Not good. - The guy was still short of breath.

- Doll or Bomb? Who came running earlier? - I asked, looking at the named.

- Doll? - The guy was surprised at his nickname.

- What the hell was that, buggy bastard? The blond growled. - You just-

- Magic. - I ran my hands in the air rainbow. - Although you still will not understand.

- What do you mean?!

But Fearless came running and turned his attention to himself. It’s noisy here, and I’m afraid I won’t survive his screams either. I sighed.

- The test is over! Here are your results! - announced the heroine. The doll went around the Bomb, heh. - The first forty-two places get the right to go further! I'm sorry, guys, but who did not hold out do not be upset! The festival is still in full swing! - And where is the consolation? - So, now to the final qualifying stage!

They looked at me strangely askance. And there were plenty of reasons for that. To begin with, I sat on the ground and ate a chocolate bar. Maybe they wanted to too... Oh, well, and I also took first place.

- Well, well, the second test! I already know what will happen, but I still can't wait to see what awaits us... - I alone have the impression that she does not know? - Behold!

A huge screen flashed: "Battle of human cavalry!"

- You can freely create teams of two to four people to complete the formation of your cavalry! The rules are simple: grab the headband from the leader of the opponent's cavalry and guard your own... The distribution of points will depend on the past test.

And the rest I did not hear, because... The devil's voice was laughing openly at me!

What are you gonna do, buddy? I suggest we surrender now. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...

And so from the beginning of the announcement of the test. Fortunately, half of the laughter was ignored, focusing on eating the chocolate. I feel that I will not have enough until the end ... But somewhere in the room we were in before we left, I have a supply of ten bars and chocolates.

...HAHAHA... Well, since you don't want to give up... This is a great chance to overcome your long-standing fear. HAHAHA...

Lord, if you exist, give me strength.

- Ten million points! If I were you, I would hunt exactly the guy who took first place!

...what?

I looked around for an answer. And I discovered one very interesting thing - I was fucking surrounded. The kids were too close

Teleport! Faster! Use the "shortcut"!

That's exactly what I did. Lucky to be far enough away from the crowd.

- Oh, how is that? You took all the attention to yourself... - Some blond sighed. Based on the fact that the face seemed vaguely familiar to me, classmate. There were fewer glitches when I managed to get distracted.

- Do you know why they should "hunt" me?

- You took first place, so you have the most points. Ten millions! I only have... five. - Clutching his stomach and bending over a little, the guy explained. Fixed: Fifth. Unless, of course, I have forgotten someone...

Caudate. He's a fucking blond. Why the fuck are there so many?! We're in damn Japan...

- You... Do you want to join our cavalry? - Asked the blond with a tail.

As I understand it, this couple does not want to play together.

They got so desperate that they decided to invite you, ha. Come on, agree. This is such a great offer, hehehe...

The first place is also with them?.. It can be risky, but if you get rid of them right away...

- Hey. I waved my hand. - Can I come fourth with you?

- Oh, I-

- I do not-

- No-

- What a pity, - I chuckled.

They are now under my control.

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- Thank you for helping.

I heard when I woke up. And then...

You know, I think this guy used you. Go thank him. You passed.

I already understood this myself when I looked at the final table. I looked askance at Greyhound. He looked pleased... Okay, maybe the Voice is right. It is worth saying "thank you", but...

- Hey bastard, where are my glasses? - Approaching the guy I asked.

- Oh, exactly. Here. - Greyhound threw them to me. I caught it, rubbed the lenses with the sleeve of my sports uniform and put it on.

- You're a moron, what if you broke down?

- But you caught them. - The violet-haired one just shrugged.

- You are a damn mistake who dared to use me!.. But I am grateful for your help. Although this does not exclude the fact that there is more anger.

- Help? - Greyhound was at a loss.

- I'm a haptophobe. I'm terrified of being touched. Do you think I would have passed this test myself? - I chuckled crookedly, long ago resigned to my fear and the limitations that appear because of him.

- And you still went to the heroic faculty? - Greyhound still did not understand.

- Oh, you know, I have a way of transporting others. - I smiled.

- Those threads, huh?

- Oh, Stars, did I use them? - My interlocutor nodded. I grumbled softly.

- Hey, Glitchy, - Bomb called me.

- Yes?

- Let's go, let's go.

- Do you need something from me?

- No. It's just... Are you really afraid of being touched?

It looks like it's okay only for you and me. Everyone else finds this strange.

I nodded in agreement with both.

- Then-

- You wanted to talk about something... So what? - I heard the voice of the Hero.

- You acted from my blind spot. At the same time, it even got to the point that I broke my own promise. - Answered... Doll?

- Do you often overhear or does it happen like that? - I asked quietly, listening.

- Shut up, glitch. Why do I need it?

- I mean, you give off a similar aura. Something very similar. Are you the bastard child of the Allmight? - Judging by his voice, he was not joking.

I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to muffle my laughter.

Quiet. Don't rye. He doesn't seem to be finished yet. Hahaha...

It was clear from Bomb's face that the guy also found this conclusion amusing.

- How did Doll come to this? - I whispered.

- Half just froze his brain, - answered the blond.

- And if you are associated with the hero "number one", then it means that I must certainly defeat you. My father did everything to improve his situation. He made a name for himself during his heroic career. But he could not surpass such a genius hero as the Almighty. He was always like an eyesore. And since he knew he couldn’t handle it himself, he came up with a plan. - The Doll continued his story.

- What are you talking about, Todoroki? More precisely, what are you leading to? - The hero, honestly, did not understand. Me too.

- You know about fancy marriages, right? After the beginning of the phenomenon, such marriages became fashionable after the second, third generation... The choice of a partner was only to improve their quirks when passing on to her offspring... For this reason, many marriages were concluded by force. Regression and sick logic in its purest form.

Hohoho, now we will find out how this doll broke...

- Such a selfish and obsessed person like my father... He easily fit into my mother's family. And he took her quirk under his rule. All he wanted was to satisfy his selfishness and raise a hero who would be stronger than the Almighty.

Childhood Injury? Funny...

I nodded.

- Into his scorching heat!.. I will never, never be the instrument of revenge of this freak! - Flared up two-tone. - As far back as I can remember, my mother always cried... She once said that my left side was ugly and after that she splashed boiling water on me.

Ho, I thought it was my father, sorry...

- I strive to defeat you out of my own motives. - The tale is over, now its consequences, ha. - I will not use the quirk of my moron father... And even so I will become "number one" without her help. So I will show that I renounce my father.

This is all, of course, very sad and sad. But... himself a moron! By the way, I can give you a couple of ideas on how to kill Fire. Necessary?

- Heh, you think I don't have them?

- What? - Bomb asked.

- Exactly, I forgot that you are here. So, I have an idea how to bang the Fire.

- And what?.. Stop, are you serious?

- Of course.

- Why do you need it?

- This guy is playing with my doll. You can not do it this way. - I shook my head.

- Hmm... You're sick. - Blond spoke.

- Believe me, you’re not the first person to tell me this. - I grinned.

- A... Can I not kill him? Well-

- You can also beat him to death. Although then he will live, but... So, will you help me?

- They'll jail us. - Bomb sighed.

- I'm glad that you agree to cooperate.

- But you can't do it alone...

Actually, in case of failure, you can just blame everything on you. You moron.

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In general, filling the void in my pockets with chocolate, I settled down at the nearest wall and fell asleep.

When the time came for my "fight" with Pink (well, not to death), they woke me up. Loud obscene screams, but Bomb cannot do it any other way, so he is forgiven. Woke up and okay.

- I’ll beat the crap out of you. - The blond growled before completely disappearing around the bend. To me in the other direction.

- Yes, yes, - I chuckled softly.

Yawning, because I still wanted to sleep, I went out into the ring.

- And now there will be a fight between students from the heroic faculty! Class 1-A! Error Sans vs. Mina Ashido! - Who shouted? That's right, Scream.

I tried to tie her up. At first I even managed to move the girl closer to the line, but she dissolved my threads and started running at me. I sighed, thought about chocolate, then called and broke a bone. Pink flinched slightly as I teleported behind her. Maybe she even planned to punch me, but... The bone at the throat makes me think.

- You move, I will kill you. Give up, because the bone in your throat... This is really unpleasant. - I grinned.

- I give up. - Pink raised her hands.

- Error Sans from 1-A wins this round! - Shout announced.

- Good girl. - I said before leaving.

Surprisingly, I couldn't sleep, so I just walked around.

I walk, not bothering anyone, and I feel that it has become sharply hotter. Just in case, I look around and find the Hero and the Fire. They were chatting about something.

Then listen. They finish speaking, the Hero leaves. You turn off the Fire with threads, and then you tie them with them. Then you teleport to some forest and there you already finish it off. That is, you beat me up.

- Voice, do you think no one will notice that this candle has suddenly disappeared? - I sighed. Moreover, there is a possibility that the man will simply burn my threads, and then they will jail me for attempted murder.

Okay... Can the hero send him? Anywhere... Even in the fog!.. Although what am I talking about?.. This saint will not do that... It's a pity.

- Really. - I nodded and walked on.

- These two love black. Error Sans vs. Tokoyami Fumikage! Both from 1-A!

Again, I failed to solve the case with only threads... I even had to dodge... the Shadow? What kind of creature is this anyway? The joke with the bone didn’t work either, the same shadow beat off a slightly red, deadly bone.

In general, I won. But... I didn't understand how. He just, for some reason, shot at Bird with a gaster blaster... The guy seems to be alive. He was taken to the nurse.

I exhaled noisily.

- What's happened? Come on, you know.

During one dodge, you dropped a bar of chocolate... The bird accidentally stepped on it... And you flared up.

- Fuck. Lost chocolates... - I hissed, taking out another.

- Semifinal, dear listeners! Now two very extraordinary personalities will fight! What about your whole class, yes, Aizawa?.. In general, Error Sans vs. Katsuki Bakugo! - Present Mick is silent for three minutes. But as Easerhead would say: "Nothing lasts forever." - Where is Error ?!

And the brunet is asleep, leaning against the cool wall. It's really hot in Japan, so the summer will come in a month at most... The former destroyer (or temporarily gone on vacation?) Could afford to chill.

And Bakugou is furious. And the victory over Todoroki did not improve his mood in the least. On the contrary, the anger on the face of the explosive blond only became brighter. Although it would seem much more beautiful ...

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- Where the hell is he?! - Shouted Midnight. - We need to hold an awards ceremony. First Bakugou, now Error... Also tell me that he was kidnapped.

I woke up. And it was far from the most pleasant awakening.

...I was almost touched.

Inhale, exhale.

- What do you want from me, ma'am? - I screwed up, looking at the Whip.

- Get up, boy. The sports festival has already ended. And hurry up, you finished third, so you should be rewarded.

- Okay.

Considering that I slept safely half of the event, it was not bad at all.

You may be calm now, but in an hour you will freak out because you didn't take first place, heh.

The voice is, unfortunately, right.

- Now let's get down to the award ceremony! - The heroine began solemnly. - Iida could have competed for the third place, but... Due to family circumstances, he was forced to concede, please treat with understanding! It's time for medals! And this year they will be presented by none other than the Allmight!

Then the blond man was next to our trio.

- Congratulations, Error, my boy! - He was about to hang a medal around my neck, but I took a step back. This guy was too close.

- I don’t know... can you just put it on the ground? - I'll wear it myself.

- But-

- Please.

- Good. - The blond nodded.

Raising the award, to my horror, I discovered that it was not chocolate!.. An ordinary piece of iron, damn it.

- Tts, - I said displeasedly. But my spirits rose as soon as I looked at the bound Bomb. Honestly, it suits him even better, huh.

The doll, as always, stood with a stone face. To drown out the remaining disappointment, I took out the candy and ate it. And it really is easier...

If the Bomb was quieter, it would be easier to enjoy the show. It's just that two loud blondes are too much. But... The medal is not on the neck, but in the teeth. Quite original, Allmight.

- And here she is! Our top three winners! But know, dear friends, each of the participants could be on the podium! As you have seen, ladies and gentlemen, they fought! Encouraged each other! Each one moved higher and further! The next generation of heroes will grow from the very seeds that were planted today! And to these sentiments I will add one more thing! - Where else? - And now all together! And... WORK EXCELLENT!

I just grinned and giggled a little, but the Voice... Whinnied at full volume.

- You all deserve a rest... Therefore, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow you have a day off. - announced the Mummy caterpillar. - I will make suggestions from the professionals after that. Be sure to rest, even if it seems to you that you are still full of energy.

As much as I like this man, but I will follow his wise advice.

I'll sleep off!..

Do not forget that you have used up almost all your supplies and now you need to somehow get some money for chocolate.

- Well, maybe I’m so lucky and someone from the orphanage will reward my efforts with some sum of money? - Going to an educational institution for children who have lost their parents or left without their care, I thought aloud. - You can also sell a medal. - He offered, not for a long time twirling it in his hands. - As a last resort, just steal from someone. - I shrugged nonchalantly.

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Today it was raining and I was happy, because I have a "shortcut" that makes life much easier.

I don't know, but I guess what you're thinking. Although an outsider would think that you are crazy, that you are planning to bang someone or have already committed murder.

- Shut up, nit, you won't spoil my mood so easily. - With a smile (which could not be called benevolent, or at least adequate (normal)), I hissed, entering the giant building.

Came early today. Ten minutes before the call, and not, as usual, three. The class was noisy, everyone was discussing the festival. And I ate a chocolate bar.

- Good morning. - The Mummy entered the office. And silence.

- Aizawa-sensei, I'm glad to see you without bandages all over your face. - Said the Frog. I, here, did not share her joyful mood. As anyone, but I liked his past image more.

- Yes, it was the old woman who overdid it with the treatment. - the teacher sighed. - But that's okay. Today's class hour will be a little special. It's time to come up with your codenames. Heroic names. - There was a noise in the class. I covered my ears. - This is due to the proposals from professionals, which I spoke about before. They will only matter when you have experience and combat skills that will be assessed in the second year of study and the third... In other words, sentences now reflect "interest" and your potential potential. And interest in the timing of your graduation may fade away or disappear altogether.

- So, these proposals should be perceived as personal achievements! - exclaimed the Invisible Man.

- Yes, and here is the schedule of proposals.

Taking a look, I found my name. Three hundred and fifty... Not bad. Although with four thousand Dolls, my result looks at least pathetic.

Heh.

- Usually it is more balanced, but this year the two students got the most attention. - Mummy explained. On the sly, I finished the chocolate bar. - Based on this... It doesn't matter whether you received the offer or not. You will all gain hands-on experience at the “place of work”. Well, you got a feel for what it means to be heroes, unfortunately. But I am sure that the experience and knowledge provided by professionals as expected will give you much more.

- And that's why we need heroic names! - exclaimed Sweet Tooth.

- Of course, the names that you choose now can be replaced, but it is better to choose the main one right away...

- The names that you take now will be those by which the whole world will know you! - The Whip appeared in the class.

- Your future should reflect the name that you come up with. - added the Mummy, already taking out her sleeping bag. - That is, it all comes down to the fact that "as you name the ship, so it will float."

Aizawa fell asleep, and the heroine handed us tablets, on which we will have to express our ingenious thoughts on a given topic. I didn't think long and wrote my name. Walking lazily, shuffling my shoes to the Whip and showing the inscription first to her, I said to the class:

- Skeleton.

- Can you explain your choice? - The woman did not like him, but she wants to give him a chance. How cute. Boo-uh...

- My full name is... Error Skeleton Sans. And half of my attacks are bones.

I tried not to look at the Mummy caterpillar, otherwise I want to sleep right away, I yawned.

Wow... This is just brilliant, boy! You, heh, you know that, right?

The Voice was answered by a nod.

- So you... allow? - It's a disgusting word, I don't like it.

- Okay, - whip sighed... I should sigh here! - Sit down. She waved her hand towards the desks.

- Tts... When did I ask anyone for permission? - I grumbled, lying on the desk.

Now. That madam. Eh... Memory start failing. Co-

- Shut up. Better tell me how you can beat the Doll and then not go to jail?

Hmm... You have to think about it. But you always have a forest option.

I was about to object, but the Voice continued:

While you can tie his doll and take it out on it. Wait... All your toys remained in the Anti-void! Really, this idea didn’t come to you?

- There wasn't much time, - I mumbled into the sleeve of my jacket. I'll fall asleep right now.

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- You go to practice for a period of a week and your choice is very important. For those who have received proposals, I will issue individual lists... You will choose from them. And those who have not received such will have to familiarize themselves with a list of forty national hero agencies. Their field of activity and specialty vary, so choose carefully. Looking forward to your decisions after the weekend.

- Did everyone take their costumes? - Asked the Mummy when we were at the station. - Normally you are not allowed to wear these suits in public, so don’t lose.

A little more chatter and everyone went in different directions.

- Well, explosives, on the way?

- I don't understand... Why the fuck did you choose the same agency as me? - Grumbled the blond, starting to walk.

- You see, I'm not at all interested in heroes, so I somehow didn't care where to go. And - what a coincidence! - the two of us were sent an invitation from the same agency... - I grinned and rolled my eyes. - Moreover, this way we will have more time to develop a strategy against Fire. I shrugged.

The Bomb began to grumble again. Eating a bar of chocolate, I followed the blond, after all... Teleportation by teleportation, but in five years I still did not understand how to find the train I needed... and other persimmon with transport... I have enough mana to use the “shortcut” without any problems at least thirty times! Even more!..

...and I'm also lazy, yes, don't forget.

- Honestly, I don’t like you. - The hero began to speak. And the man was fucking blond. I don’t know since when, but it’s precisely because of this hair color that a little irritation appears. You know, it's so tiny... But if you just notice such a person, you want to tie him with threads and repaint. I sighed. - You chose me and my office because I'm in the top 5 most popular heroes, right?

I answered no. The bomb began to be indignant:

- Hello garage, the invitation came from you-

He was not allowed to finish.

- This is true! After all, lately we have only had good kids. And there were no people like you for a long time! Re-educating sassy types like you is my calling as a hero.

Okay, this guy is starting to really annoy me. And at the Sports Festival I didn’t show myself that much... Why suddenly "cheeky"? Okay, still Bomb, he was chained at the award ceremony, but me?!

...pisses me off.

- You have both a villain and a hero in you. And I will show your sparkling eyes what makes people heroes. - It was he who turned to the blond, but the paid one - which I never doubted at all - paid attention to me. - It’s good for you to stop eating so much.

- But the fact that? - I lazily stretched out, but due to the indirect threat of deprivation of food glitches became a little more, a maximum of ten.

- You will get fat. - They answered me seriously. I burst out laughing.

- I AM? Truth? And you, sir, have you seen how bad this little body is? All the more I doubt that... you will take away all of my chocolate. - I grinned.

Then we looked at each other for a long time and, in the end, Jeans said:

- Okay. Since you're going to be an intern at my agency, you should look the part!

Then, out of nowhere, several people appeared with pants in their hands.

- Here, - I and Bomb were given one pair of jeans, - put it on!

- Eh?.. Um... Are there any shorts? - Although the Voice was already laughing at me in full and, in principle, began to sarcastically comment on the situation, as soon as he saw the hero, what he said cannot be reversed. - It will be more convenient for me.

Three minutes later, denim shorts were in my hands.

...what? In general, they had to be put on.

- You're a moron. - I uttered, looking at the Bomb. - You should have chosen this nutcase, right?

- Nobody asked you to follow me. - The guy snapped back, fidgeting in his chair. Some were still uncomfortable in their new clothes, heh.

- Yes, yes, buddy. - I brushed it off. And then the hero sitting next to him drew attention to himself.

- The image of the hero is very important. Yours is... somewhat villainous. And we will deal with this problem now! - Jeans stood up abruptly, and people appeared in the room again. I swear the door wouldn't open. - For starters, your hair. His eyes flickered very unkindly. I shuddered, and when someone came up to me from behind and teleported to the other end of the room.

- Maybe not? - Just in case he asked, although he understood that it was inevitable. But... letting someone touch you?.. Oh no.

- Error... Skeleton, this is necessary to create the desired image! - answered Jeans. Fuck.

- Um... - I looked at a bunch of people on the sidelines. - Maybe (since it comes to that) they will show me what to do and I myself somehow?

A minute of silence and then a clear "yes". I exhaled. Glory to Azgor!..

But to stop being vigilant (suspicious) is too dangerous. So I... I made the threads as thin as possible and sent them across the floor of the room. They did not pay attention to me, so they were so busy with almost tying the Bomb to start laying.

With his hair ... Not an easy task.

A Voice whistled. I absentmindedly ran my hand through my hair. Startled at the thought that they could have done the same to me.

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Hero = show.

I figured out this formula quickly. This kid just attracts trouble.

And me?.. It's a little sad to live without Undernovela, although I found a couple of good TV shows, but that's not it... Hmm, in general, I like the proposals that the green-haired man is happy with.

Therefore, when, on the third day of the internship, during a lecture on the topic "How should I dress?" I received a message from him with geolocation... I was somewhat surprised, but then I remembered that the Hero himself added his number to me back then, on the beach. Then I remembered the formula that I had deduced at my leisure, and immediately used the "shortcut." Then he teleported back. Because you never know, but I have to say where I am, just in case.

Oh, and yes, I heard that Hosu was attacked by villains. Jeans sent heroes there, sort of. We were forbidden to go, because... we had a lecture, bitch.

Ahem, in general, I teleported near the specified place. Simple, formula. And to get under the hot hand is somehow reluctant.

I calmly walk on the noise, catch a glimpse into the alley where the battle is taking place and, using the "shortcut", find myself on the nearest roof. A moment of sadness that the portals are not available to me. There are only five chocolate bars in the pockets. Sigh. I open one and start observing the performance.

- Your strength is not enough… you could not trick me. As I understand it, you were going to attack from the blind spot and knock me out with a strong blow. - You know, like "in previous episodes...", now is such a moment. - Of course, I do not value the talkative ones more than ena, but you are worth living. But these two are not.

I notice a bespectacled man and some kind of mummer. The hero is yelling something. But...

What's this freeze frame? Why the hell is Mask only moving?

- Do you think I know? Well, that's not true, I mutter under my breath. I don't want to distract the actors, otherwise they will go astray, the words will be forgotten...

And then BOOM! A new hero appears on the stage!..

- Rod one by one today. They are not allowed to finish the work. Mask grunted in displeasure.

- Midoriya, if this is the case, then I would write in more detail. - Oh yes, it's a Doll. - I'm almost late.

Apparently, the two-color one also cut through the Hero's chip once it was here, heh.

And then... Dialogues. Eh, give me an action movie, not a drama, stars!.. What the hell are all the villains I've seen so chatty? Well, they still fought with grief in half. Sigh.

Tts, I'm not exaggerating, it's not so bad.

Now I was tapping. Due to the fact that he was distracted by the Voice, he dodged late and a scratch appeared on his cheek, because a knife flew past. Sixth. Yes, I think I was noticed. I nodded, starting to eat a new chocolate bar.

Aren't you going to intervene?

- Who the hell? .. And young talents will cope without me. Do not you see how the bespectacled man perfectly parodies the Dreamer?

At some point, the Mask and the Hero jump so high that I meet the brunette's eyes and smile at him nasty. Surprisingly, the big eyes of the kid take on a more rounded shape. Is he... shocked? I will dwell on this option.

A minute or two and everyone yelled, wincing, I covered my ears.

- Damn spot on the eye... Well, why couldn't he quietly and peacefully bang the hero and dump? Jonah. - I grumbled.

And then the bespectacled man realized that the role of the Dreamer was complete shit and ran to the villain. With his quirk... I rolled my eyes.

Further - ice, fire, screams, the Mask is turned off.

When they realized that the villain needed to be tied up, the Hero lifted his head up and shouted:

- Please help me!

I deigned to go down. His legs were numb a little, stretching them a little, he said:

- Good show, kids. - After wrapping the Mask with threads, I waved my hand. - See you later.

And teleported to Jeans agency. I don't need extra problems. And if it is so interesting, I will ask.

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- What happened in Hosu must be troubling you. Ah, and thoughts about this do not leave me. - The hero sighed, combing the Bomb.

Well, this guy's hair has yet to be styled. I have learned to apply the minimum amount required... whatever. I don't understand all this persimmon...

- People always pay attention to sensational events. But it is at such times that the heroes must be calm and calm. - Regardless of everything, Jeans continued his speech. The bomb is now coming up as a perfect example. But... Because of the picture I was watching, a question arose-

What exactly is this guy expecting?.. Hahaha... Stars, have you seen his face?..

Exactly! I sat quietly on the sidelines, trying a little to be like a normal person, and giggled.

- In this case, chaos occurs in order to lead people in the wrong direction, trying to fish out all that bad that lies deep in them. - Jeans spoke and spoke. - So we will do business today as usual. Now let's strengthen our mind and body by wearing brand new, skinny jeans!

- That's right, Top Jeans! - The agency staff responded quickly.

The only thing that was in my head, beautiful, as for me, described this person...

- Crazy. - I muttered nervously. If I believed in God, I began to pray that this type would change his mind... But it just so happened that I do not believe in the Higher powers.

Frankly speaking, they laughed over the Bomb. I, in turn, did not go to kill everyone in the agency (out loud) and my hair was more pliable. In general, I was able to wash off everything that was superfluous on my head.

Chara changed a little... Now her presence looked more like the Mask or the original demoness.

Then I passed out for a while, lying on the desk, and woke up to the loud voice of the bespectacled man, which was accompanied by his trademark robotic movements. Heck. Honestly, he should have been more in the blood and parodying the Dreamer... I rolled my eyes and ate a little candy.

Almighty talks about what we will do in the lesson. And the fact that I understood only one thing upset me... I have to move, move a lot, a lot, a lot. I exhaled noisily:

- Fuck.

- Young Error, do not express yourself! - The blond broke off for a moralizing act. Now the sigh was accompanied by an eye roll.

If you really want to skip a lesson, then... go to reboot. If you come back too early, you can cite poor health, but if not, then you're in luck, glitch.

- Reboot? And how?

As if you don't know yourself.

The voice, a bitch, mocked me. But... No, they willfully touch someone... No, no, no...

- Where is the damn tile?.. - Ransky in the pockets, I asked. Only a couple of sweets were found. Well, no matter how disgusting the proposed option was, every second it became more and more attractive.

And then I remembered that I have a "shortcut." And used it during this training. Of course I won. As long as I have teleportation, no one will overtake me.

When I was already in the locker room, I fell asleep. But I was not allowed to enjoy it for a long time. The dumb blonde found a hole in the wall and how he screamed about it. Still not waking up, I wrapped threads around his mouth and continued to sleep. Again, not for long, but as best I could delayed the moment when I had to use teleportation, so as not to be late for the next lesson.

The moron.

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It was boring, I still wanted to sleep.

...I wonder if it is possible to get a certificate that would give permission to eat/sleep in the lesson? Hmm...

- So, let's see... Exactly, soon there will be summer holidays, but of course this does not mean that you will be hanging around the whole month at home... - I hate. - We will go to summer camp on this vacation. - Announced the tired voice of the Mummy.

- What the fuck? - I was surprised. I won’t be able to get enough sleep?.. but can I refuse? - Tts, damn it.

It seemed like everyone but me was happy about the trip. It was noisy.

- However... - Pause. Yes, yes, of course, dramatic. - If someone fails the annual test, they will be stuck in school for retake, I promise that hell on earth.

How cute.

It was quiet for a moment. I sighed. Again noise and din.

Maybe you should stop breathing? Then, beloved by you, silence will come...

- If you want to kill me, think of something better. I muttered irritably. I want to sleep, sleep, sleep and... Sleep...

It hurts to try for this.

...sleep...

- That's it.

Sleep - a periodically arising physiological state, opposite to the state of wakefulness, characterized by a decreased response to the world around us - so beautiful...

Remembering that day... I fell asleep then.

Afternoon short nap-rest - siesta. Love her.

Especially lately. After all, for several days and nights he knitted dolls depicting classmates and teachers. It's still a very exciting experience. There is only one drawback - rather, the claim to the world is darkening. I had a dazzling light. Is always.

Sigh.

Stop what? Almost finished Bomb.

It is now night and I am surrounded by toys I made, I understand that I need a suitcase where they could be stored. And then stealing is a trifling matter. Can tie. No, it will be safer to steal. Better yet, steal the money and buy it. Questions will be in any case. But they can be ignored, so the problem is almost solved.

I looked around. A recently made Hero was lying next to me. Well, "done"... The hand is still needed. And the Mummy's leg... The doll's head... Mmm... I'll finish the blond, I'll finish these three too.

When did “should” become “must”? Usually, Error avoided thinking about the past like that. They are unpleasant. But now, twirling the completed Mummy doll in his hands, he could not get rid of this question, to which he returned every night when he was left alone with himself. Due to the fact that the answer could not be found in any way - besides, the Voice was silent - the thought was repeated like an old stuck record.

Now he is studying to be a hero. This means that he must help those in need and at the same time want to do it, but... Error needs to think, come to the conclusion that someone needs to be helped. This cannot be an impulsive decision.

...the brunette doesn't really want to help, to be honest. Even if he is in another multiverse, he never ceased to despise mistakes. In one of which the guy was now. One of his stay, he created a new alternative... The realization of this became disgusting.

At times the silence seemed deafening.

An hour later, somehow half asleep, hiding the toys, Error, not having completed his task, fell asleep. After all, it’s difficult not to sleep for three days. Highly.

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When there was a week before the exams began, some (stupid, stupid, and other synonyms for "dumb") classmates suddenly worried that they might fail. They tried to cheer them up (their reaction was fun to watch) turned out awful. In the end, everything was decided by the fact that Yaoyrozu volunteered to help. There and then there were children who decided to take advantage of this.

What surprised me a little was Bomb, who decided to help Fearless with his studies.

I wasn't worried about exams. At all. After all, ninth in academic performance. Better than most of the class. I don't have to worry about it, because... I've always been serious about achieving my goals.

...although the only one, the most important! it was never done... We urgently need to get distracted, I don’t want to go to reboot. I paid attention to the conversation. Well, not really, just listened to the noise.

- Summer camp, we're on our way! - Shouted Pink and Lightning.

- What is the difference, people or robots? They all fly off the same way. They have a walk in the park... Pf-f, idiots. - Oh, it looks like he is going to speak again.

- Who did you call an "idiot" there, idiot? - Okay, Lightning, you tried. Heh.

- Shut up, you should forget about "adjusting" your quirks to others, you idiot!

Something that soulless flower came to mind... And then I was distracted by a chocolate bar. So delicious!.. Apparently, I simply cannot listen to the speech of the bomb completely. Well, okay.

- And then I'll kill you to hell! - That's what got my attention back. About the same guy promised to Doll and me. Then, slamming the giant door, he left the classroom.

Tts... And why does he refuse to kill the Fire. Warn you about murder - no problem! Slowly banging hero number two is a problem of the century and a moral dilemma... Tts.

- Some people say something because they think it sounds nice or cool. - I answered, yawning. - Moreover, he is a hero. Future. I doubt that the murder will not affect the career in any way.

Oh, so you are not at all embarrassed by this aspect, right?

- I've killed too many to worry about one pathetic hero. - I muttered, lying on the desk.

When the day came to write the exam... and then the rest... In general, there were no problems. And I, having previously bought several tiles, ate them enthusiastically. You need to reward yourself somehow.

Then, after written exams, there was a practical one. The teachers lined up in front of the students, which is remarkable, there were all the teachers.

- So the practice test will begin soon, - said the Mummy in a tired voice. - Of course, you can fill it up too. Therefore, if you want to go to summer camp, then you should work hard. I have no doubt that you have learned in advance what can be expected on this test. Therefore, you probably already have an idea of what awaits you.

Then a mouse crawls out of the Caterpillar Mummy's scarf. Director, sort of. Surprised, I almost choked on a chocolate bar. Damn rodent.

- Now we will pair you up so you can go into battle with one of the teachers.

Whether it is a curse, or immunity... I again listened to the main part. But, fortunately, Yaoyroza was again assigned to me in a pair and she told everything. We will have to confront Aizawa.

When we were already at the training ground (how much fucking money do they have?!), the hero explained that we need to either escape or neutralize him. But I didn't really listen, as I chewed candy and looked at the sky.

- Yaoyrozu, do you want to fight? - Turning to the brunette I asked.

- No.

- Then we have a 100% chance to win, - I smiled, the girl shuddered. - I need a couple of "jumps" and I'll find the damn finish. You do not mind?

- What about teacher Aizawa?

- Well... I rolled my eyes. - I'll check one little hypothesis. So, take a chance?

- If we win... I agree. She was smiling too.

- Hmm... you can create some kind of rope?

- Yes. But why? - Tilting her head, asked the brunette.

- We can cross the finish together.

- Okay?

Explain. See, she didn't get the fuck.

Sighing, I said:

- Teleport both.

Now I understand.

And they won. Error even managed to shout to the underground hero: "Just hide in your sarcophagus and don't get in the way!" Then testing had just begun and Easerhead's tapes immediately flew at the guy. The plan, which was difficult to name, was a success. Truth...

...Aizawa Shouta has some questions. Oh, and yes, it's worth recalling that he knows how to erase quirks.

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Judging by the faces of some classmates, not all passed.

- Everyone take their places, the bell rang. - The mummy entered the room so abruptly that I almost choked on a chocolate bar. When everyone complied with his order, he continued. - Good morning. And now about the annual test... - Sigh. - It's a pity to say, but we have some people who have fallen, which means that everyone is going to the summer camp! - Aizawa would hardly have made a good comedian, but an actor of some horror film - for sure. - Everyone went through the written part. And the practical one was overwhelmed by Kirishima, Ashido, Kaminari and Sero. Yaoyrozu, if you did even one less action, you would fail too.

Hmm... Well, she's gone.

- Passed.

So no problem. At least I can't see her. By the way, shouldn't she be glad she just didn't fail?

- She did just that. Well, as soon as it was announced that we had passed the test. - Lying on the desk, I answered.

Oh, well, yes.

Then they chatted about something else and... I fell asleep, nothing unusual. The Hero woke me up with the words:

- Will you come with us?

- Where?

- To the Kiyashi shopping center. We're going to buy everything we need for the camp. - The brunette kindly explained.

- No.

- And why? Don't you need anything?

- Probably... I do not consider it necessary to waste my time on this.

- Well, why not? You can chat with friends

- I have no such.

- Aren't you friends with Kacchan?

- Who is this?

- Bakugou.

- A, clear. I do not think.

- Oh, then... Come on, let's be friends!

Not experiencing deja vu?

This is not him. He has a sincere smile (this is a sincere intention, I doubt that the Hero has ulterior motives), dark hair (moreover, curly, not straight), he is human, he is mortal, he is not my enemy and he has no stain on his cheek. Hero is not Inc. The rainbow asshole is not here.

- Okay, buddy, I'll come. Satisfied?

- Yes!

- Then you have chocolate.

- Error, could you not stay for a long time? - Asked the Mummy, when there was no one in the class except us.

- What?

- Just wanted to ask... Who are you?

Tan! Tan! TA-AN!

I chuckled softly at this, and then snorted and demanded an explanation with one glance.

- During the practice exam, I tried to erase your quirk. But despite this, you and Yaoyrozu teleported anyway.

- Mummy, of course, you didn’t succeed, - I grinned. - My powers are magic.

- What does it mean?

- Why should I answer?

- You can be accused of espionage and arrested.

- Tts, you're just lucky that I want to study here. - After one roll of the eyes. - Man, I'm not lying. Consider that I am freaky, but all my abilities are pure glitchy magic. This shit, about which you told me back then with the detective, I do not have, did not have and will not be. - I answered categorically. Aizawa listened. He was silent. Apparently, he was not satisfied with my answer. It's a pity. - You know, my story is extremely unbelievable. I doubt you will believe. - Pause. - If I remember correctly, that guy had a quirk that recognizes lies, right?

The hero understood the hint and quickly called.

- Tsukauchi, are you free now?.. We urgently need to meet... In an hour?.. We will arrive at the station.

In a roundabout way, so that I would not be imprisoned for numerous murders and it was not a lie, I told my story. It was difficult, although the fact that I believed that I was doing a good deed helped. Well, and the errors... Just the code over which I once had power...

They believed me, like. Due to the fact that the Rat was there, and the Mummy always walks gloomy, I was not sure for sure. But the Detective confirmed that everything I said was true. They simply had no other choice. Although... I could have simply been declared insane and locked up in the yellow house. But... Aizawa, Easerhead, could not erase my "quirk", so there was no psychiatric hospital.

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- Error, your hero costume looks the same, right? Chara asked. Well, I can’t help it, I don’t have enough clothes. And this one, too. Damn it, I'll part with this jacket... shorts, T-shirt, flip-flops, gloves (although I always wear them the same as glasses).

- Yeah.

I definitely came here because of the wonderful chocolate and I am not going to talk to anyone. In general, after everyone scattered around the mall, I approached the Hero.

- Where is the promised chocolate?

After rummaging in his backpack for a short time, the guy took out several tiles bound with an elastic band.

- Only five? Ha... Okay.

- So, you don't need anything? - After a minute of silence, asked the brunette.

- I have no money.

- It's clear.

And then... Somehow it happened that the Hero was taken hostage by Rukophil. Hmm... But I just went to the toilet. Without taking my eyes off this sweet couple, I opened one of the tiles and began to eat.

- Hi, buddy. Long time no see! - I smiled, going up to them.

You're crazy.

- This is a well-known fact. - I whispered, and then asked. - What have you forgotten here?

- I wanted to drink tea with him. - Looking at me from under his brows, answered Rukophil, smiling slightly.

- Do you have money? If any of you have them with you, then I, perhaps, will join you.

- W-good. - The Hero nodded slightly. - I know one place... It's not far.

The villain giggled, and with the words "Lead" we went along the route indicated by the guy. Already on the spot, I asked:

- So who pays?

- Midoriya. - Rukophil creaked.

- Good. - With a nod, the brunette agreed.

Then the waiter came over and I ordered cocoa and a brownie with chocolate. The hero confined himself to water, and the man who still holds him hostage, tea.

- May I ask? - I asked.

- First, I... Really, you are not worried about the life of a classmate?

- Why suddenly? We just became friends yesterday, heh. Although, of course, it would be a pity if such a wonderful future hero died. - I answered calmly. - Now it's my turn, have you tried using any cream? Or does the Mist only care if you are alive?

- Kid, that's two. - Rukofil noticed.

- Then at your discretion. I nodded. The same kid who took the order brought food and drinks.

- I haven't tried it.

- What if it helps? Although you apparently do not care. I shrugged. For example, I have never worried about taking care of my appearance.

- You're right. So, let's continue our conversation, hero. The villain looked at the hostage. - We stopped at the fact that the killer of heroes "is not with us."

I, in turn, was busy eating. Very, very tasty... The chocolate is just delicious!..

Your happy face makes you feel sick... So tasty?

I nodded. If there will be money, I will come here one more time... or two.

The hero looks scared.

- I think it's time for him to get used to it. Every time I see it, I think the guy has a second quirk that acts like a magnet for villains. - I muttered, finishing the cake, and then taking out a bar of chocolate.

Then three minutes pass, and Rukofil is already getting up to leave, but he turns around and says to me:

- Well, you have a terrible smile, kid.

- It will be better than yours. - I answer, the villain grins and leaves. The guy across from me lets out a gasp.

- Error... You... I'm amazed.

- Yes? I don’t know if this is good or bad, so I’ll take it for the first, okay? The brunette nods. - Perfectly. Would have swallowed some water, otherwise he was painfully pale.

The hero followed my advice.

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When the guy calmed down more or less, we returned to the meeting place. Chara was already there, and after a brief retelling of events from the Hero, the girl called the police.

- Detective, don't you think our meetings are suspiciously frequent? Could we see each other in five years or, for example, never? - Tapping my fingers on the table in the interrogation room, I asked irritably.

- I also would not like to meet with you so often at the police station, but... Let's get down to business.

- Yes, yes, have a chat with the Hero, basically, he talked with that guy.

- Okay... Midoriya?

And the boy told. After that, attention was again paid to my person, and I had to tear myself away from the chocolate.

- What can you say? - Asked Detective.

- Yes, the same... - I waved my hand at him. - Only... Rukofil-

- Tomura Shigaraki. - Corrected by the civil servant.

- Rukophil. - I insisted. - He said he never used any creams. And it seems he had no money, or he got stuck. But, in the end, the Hero had to pay. Oh, and he also called my smile creepy-

- And you?.. - I was allowed to continue the thought.

- Said she was better than him.

- This is not being very careful of you. - Detective commented politely.

- Well, look, - I leaned forward a bit, folding my hands on my knees, - if you were called a freak, then you would at least be offended. And I, as a vindictive person, sneered, slightly insulting in response. Only.

- But still... - The man looked at the Hero. - Thank you for helping the investigation. True, it turns out that we did not learn anything important about our attacker. And your words, Error, are unlikely to help anything...

Then we went out into the street, it was already dark. From the conversation that the Hero had with some man, I understood that he was Almighty. He smacked a little, and then a brilliant idea dawned on me.

- Allmight, - I said, going up to them, - you have twenty chocolates a week, and I will keep your secret. - I smiled.

Well done. Although it was worth asking thirty.

- Oh, young Error... - He sighed. - Good.

- Just wonderful!

Then they chatted a little more with each other, and the Hero's mother came. She was shorter than the guy by the head. Detective told them to see Cat out. They wanted to do the same with me, but with a wave of my hand I teleported to the orphanage.

Now I have even more chocolate! Life is Beautiful.

- So, in connection with the current circumstances, we must be more careful. - Mummy began, simultaneously tearing a piece of paper in half. - And that means that we will go to the exercises in a completely different place from the planned one. And the new will be unknown until the very trip.

- You should have killed him... Just think, I would have broken a couple of bones. - Bomb said to the Hero.

Enrages.

- Hey, and you still discouraged me? It's not fair! - I was indignant.

The blond looked at me for a long time, but turned away without answering.

Nit. What kind of double standards? Why should they be allowed, but not you?

- You don’t understand either, do you? Heh...

- Bomb, why? - I went up to the guy after the lesson.

- Do you have any idea who you are going to go to? - They looked at me skeptically.

- On the Fire.

- He’s fucking hero number two, and you’re a schoolboy.

- Rukophil, you know, is not a weakling either, but you insisted on killing him. Do you seriously think that a Hero is capable of this? - I grinned.

- No, Deku couldn't.

- And I?

- You... Yes.

- You see? So why don't you want to finish this bastard?

And the answer was silence. I snorted and returned to my seat.

- I do not understand. - I grunted, opening a bar of chocolate.

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On the bus, after eating one chocolate bar, I fell asleep. I woke up only when there was a stop and went out only to stretch my legs.

- To say that we are here just like that is to lie... - said the Mummy wearily.

- Hey, Erase! - Aizawa called a female voice. I chuckled. - Long time no see!

The herd (class) turned to... the heroine. Two.

- Our eyes sparkle in the dark, and we light up everywhere! - One screamed.

- We are cute and strong babes! - The second continued to shout. I covered my ears.

- We are wild-wild cats! - They finished together, getting into strange positions. The child next to them seemed to share my misunderstanding of this action.

- I would like to introduce you a team of professional heroes, cats. - said the Mummy. That is, these... are really heroes. Who else dresses like that, though?

And then the Hero began to say all the information that he knew about this couple, but the blonde cut him in when it came to age. Oops, sore subject, ha ha.

- This whole area is under our control. - The brunette pointed to a very, very, very large forest. - The place where your camp is located is at the foot of that mountain over there. She moved her hand slightly to the right.

Too far, however...

I nodded. Classmates began to whisper.

- It's nine thirty in the morning... - The brunette started smiling. - If you try, you will get to twelve.

Boy, I don't like this. Get ready for the shortcut!

- Kittens that cannot get to camp by twelve thirty will be left without lunch.

- Forgive me, children, - but who are you kidding?! You're not sorry a bit! - But your teachings have already begun.

Right now, while my classmates were falling off the cliff, I was hanging on a summoned bone. No, no, no, I was not going to get dirty.

- Sick bastard. - I irritated the teacher and teleported downstairs. Right next to the Hero.

- You can use your quirks on our territory without restrictions! You have three hours, so don't waste your time making your way through the forest of magical beasts!

- What a shitty name... - I sighed, unwrapping the candy.

- Error, it's... just weird. - The Hero said quickly, shaking off the dirt.

- Yeah, yes, Mr. Innocence.

And then one "magic beast" was born. He turned out to be out of the ground and, morally without suffering, he was banged. Disgustedly shaking off the dirt, dust and stones that fell on me, I teleported to the Mummy.

- I am wildly sorry, - the three shuddered slightly, and then turned to me. Aizawa sighed. - But do not tell me where to go?

- Oh, um, no problem. - The brunette pointed somewhere into the forest.

- It's clear.

I used the "shortcut". But, since the accuracy of the hit is the higher, the closer the point of movement, I found myself somewhere among the trees and bushes. Sighing, adjusting my glasses and blasting the "magic beast" that attacked me with a Gaster-blaster, I climbed on my skull into the sky, towering over the forest. Having roughly determined where I needed, I teleported. And then one more time, and one more...

In general, on the sixth attempt and about thirty disappeared trees and "magic beasts", I got to the camp. Then I discovered that I had no chocolate.

...freaked out and destroyed about thirty-seven more "animals".

When I returned, class 1-B had already arrived and, as best I could, politely (extremely persistently) asked everyone, if anyone had any chocolate. Well, three tiles and eleven chocolates.

- It could have been better. I shrugged my shoulders, opening the tiles.

- Um... You're from the "A" class, right? - Gingerly approached me. She gave away the candy. I nodded. The girl smiled. - Where are your classmates?

- We were dropped off on the other side of the forest and then told to go on our own. And given the fact that there are many... all aggressive animals, they will not arrive soon.

- It's clear. Thanks.

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...nobody died. It's a pity. It would be fun...

In general, the bus, which had my bag in which there was chocolate, arrived with the teachers shortly after I squeezed a little from the parallel class. And, since I now had the sweetness, the question was raised, why would I suddenly wish my dear classmates death? Well, just angry. Although this does not answer this question specifically, because the anger was directed at the teachers... One specific, what to hide? This damn Mummy!..

The hero was punched in the balls.

Pf-f...

I giggled quietly, rather out of habit. No, well, it's funny! Some kind of whipper-snapper was able to punch a guy who survived several meetings with villains and participated in two battles. Why, he has a power quirk!..

We all, hehe, have weaknesses... Haha...

Nodding in agreement, I went to "get things from the bus." After all, before I was not allowed to do this, the damn Mummy argued that “the team must do everything together” (distorted by memory).

...let's skip the moment where I took my bag after all. This information does not need to be publicly known.

"Unpacking", I went to dinner. As regrettable as it is, you cannot eat chocolate alone... Although it improves health well. And, in principle, I belong to the "monsters", and behind the glitches is a white soul...

Ahem, in general, everything can get bored if it is too much and on an ongoing basis. Therefore, so that the taste of chocolate does not become boring (so, purely for a change), you have to eat something besides it, ideally, in no way containing anything that is part of the chocolate.

Despite your upset face, admit it was delicious.

Sighing, I nodded. Then, under candy and swearing with Bomb, I ended up in a hot spring. From the unexpected realization and banter from the Voice of the glitches, there are more glitches, and so decently. For a minute I thought that I would go to reboot.

- So, these inscriptions always surround you?

- As you see. I think that even when I die, I will turn into a buggy pile of dust.

- What? Dust?

Oh, mistake. Wrong multiverse, heh.

- Family feature. If I cut off my hand now, it will turn into dust in at most five minutes. The same, only with the whole body, will happen after my death. - I relaxed.

- It is interesting! Is there a reason for this? - Well, that's what a curious person. After one roll of my eyes, I replied:

- No idea. And shrugged.

And after that the Child fell off the wall, on which for some reason he was, and the Hero caught him and left.

And then, with the words “good morning, disciples", everyone was raised at five thirty.

I agree with the last two words, but... Good?! It seems to me that the Mummy wants to make everyone look like him... Although he does not surpass Tammy.

- You forget... Bob. - Yawning, I replied. I was not allowed to take chocolate, but there were a couple of sweets in the uniform. I think I put them there yesterday.

- The real teachings will begin today. - Said Aizawa. - The purpose of your stay here is to reinforce your quirks, which is why you were allowed to get temporary licenses. Now the activity of the villains has increased. This will serve as preparation for meeting them. - Guess what? That's right, a fucking pause. - Now let's get down to business. Error, come on, drop the ball. Now your result, which you achieved when you entered the UA, is one hundred and twenty meters... Now let's see how far you will throw it now.

Barely restraining myself so as not to throw this damn ball at the Mummy, I summoned a bone.

You know what to do...

- Three meters. Awful result. - The hero said calmly.

- But you have become more beautiful. Beaten you go much stronger, Aizawa. - Smiling, I answered. - Next time it will be much more difficult to restrain yourself from planting this bone in your throat. Wake up at five in the morning, damn you...

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A minute of silence. And the Mummy says:

- We will now focus on increasing your strength and endurance. As you may have noticed, your Quirks in particular are not getting stronger, and therefore, starting this day, we will be working on improving your Quirks. He smiled. - It will be so hard for you that you may die, but please try not to.

- Boring!.. - I shouted and lay down like a star on the ground.

Well, I can't increase my limit, as others do... Okay, I can. But let me then make a sacrifice that can be killed.

...although I doubt one person will be enough to level up...

- How many do you think I need to kill now?

Well, the country. I think all the inhabitants of Japan would be enough.

- Ha... But then not only will I be declared a villain, so also everyone will have the right to bang... I do not want to.

Then just figure out your maximum. He's obviously big.

- Where do you propose to start?

It's elementary. Bones. Come on, how much at a time you can, huh?

I got up, dusted myself off, ate the candy and (yes, just to show off) snapped my fingers. From too sharp a waste of magic, he gasped and staggered slightly. When I looked back...

- Fuck... And what should I do with them now?

Show off! Otherwise you were given a place somewhere in the forest... So no one will see how scary you are!

- Okay…

How would you react if it suddenly got darker, and looking up, you saw about a million bones that seemed to be directed at you alone?

- Error, - Aizawa began warningly.

- Oh, don't. - I brushed it off. - Just figuring out my limits. And since I'm still able to move around calmly, this is not my maximum.

- Clear. - The hero rubbed the bridge of his nose. - And why did you come here... with this?

- I, you know, have spent a lot of energy on this and am not going to just withdraw them. Do you have any ideas how you can apply them?

The mummy sighed. And then she stopped all training. Although it looked more like torture.

- Now there will be an unscheduled general training for two classes. - Began the brunette, when everyone gathered around him. - Your task: not to die. Error, you are forbidden to kill any of the students or inflict serious injuries on them, - he slightly nodded his head and continued in the same moralizingly boring and monotonous voice. - In general, everyone must survive. Skeleton, attack.

I smiled. You know, it looks a bit like a nutcase. And when the noise began to rise... Bones flew at the students. Watching them dodge and sometimes even break bones is so much fun! Out of habit, in order to track movements, I hung the threads a little above the ground.

Nostalgia?

- Perhaps, - I replied between giggles.

Almost everyone already had several scratches. The bones were getting smaller mainly due to the fact that they crashed into trees, rocks or the ground, and not because the students tried and used quirks.

Half an hour passed, about a thousand bones remained, the subjects were completely exhausted, and Aizawa stopped the fun with the words:

- Withdraw, otherwise you will kill someone at such a pace.

- Ho-oh... But it's not so interesting... What about "plus ultra"?

Casting an odd look at me, Easerhead repeated his order.

How boring he is.

- Not that word. Correct, fair... In the end, this man is a hero. And a teacher.

With a chuckle, I pulled back all the remaining bones and, in order to somehow cheer up, took out a bar of chocolate. Tasty!

- He didn't even sweat! What are the monsters in their class? - I heard somewhere from the side. According to the wording, the person was from 1-B.

Not to say that I was offended... Rather, I almost fired a Gaster blaster at him. And you will think that this is true, in this multiverse it sounds too much of an insult.

Breathe, look at the sky, count the clouds and chew chocolate. You will only go to prison for killing Fire. Remember this.

- Yes, - I exhaled, agreeing.

It was beautiful, sunny, cloudless weather today.

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At sixteen, the training ended. Now we were faced with another task: to prepare food. I was assigned to cut food. Well, Bomb shouted, shouted and explained how to do it right. What to do, I've never cooked before, it's easier to steal.

- Bon Appetit, everyone!

Having tried many dishes from the Papyruses (until I found an alternative where they cook normally), I can confidently say that it is absolutely edible.

- So you still eat something other than chocolate. - One of the classmates said. I just sighed and continued my meal. I have too little sweets, so I cannot eat only them, and the reserves of magic need to be increased.

- My dear teacher, can you still make fun of the weird ones today? - I went up to the Mummy on the third day.

- And what do you have? - It can be seen that the hero reacted to my request with a great deal of skepticism.

- Gaster blasters! - I answered enthusiastically.

- It?..

- Here's one. - A dragon-like skull flew up to my arm. - Very useful bug.

- And what can this one do? His tone was more suspicious now.

I waved my hand towards the forest and the gaster blaster fired in the direction indicated.

- They also fly fast. - I immediately added.

- It's clear. He nodded. - Is it deadly?

- It depends on the level of the goal. - I answered evasively, chewing a chocolate bar.

- No.

- What? But why?..

- You're going to kill someone like that. - The hero was serious.

- Minus the hero's profession: you can't have fun. - Already teleported to the corner that served as my bed in this camp, I grumbled, taking out the chocolate. - I will not be scolded if I make a few holes in that mountain, right, Voice?

You have a workout.

- I knew it.

Again, I used the shortcut.

- Bitch, run! We've been noticed! - Shouted some villain, when the mountain, on which they were, shuddered, and in the next instant the laser almost hit the unlucky person.

- Tts, calm down and try not to die. Judging by how messy the shots are, there must be some jerk training. - This guy seems to have been in charge. But not the point, he was almost hurt too.

- Student?! What kind of monster, maybe one of ours?! A wonderful hero will emerge from him, with such and such strength!

And I cut the vegetables again. It's better... sort of. Well, Bomb is clearly less screaming, which means either I'm doing everything right, or the blond is completely disappointed in my cooking skills. But then again, this is my second dinner. Only.

It was funny to watch Easerhead take those who failed for extra classes.

Some things come unnoticed. Such as time, passion, love, hunger, the roof off... Or, for example, the attack of the villains.

Soaring over the forest, I, as it were, saw the whole picture. There was some kind of smoke over one part of the forest, whether from a fire that raged over another part, or someone's quirk. And...

Screams. Quiet, muffled, desperate... They are beautiful.

Maybe it's just because of the long-term performance of the villain, but I'm used to enjoying everything I do. And when I destroyed the anomaly from the inside, screams were common.

Quietly, as it were, over the ear, the Voice hummed some kind of absurdity based on the fact that I was crazy. Well, since I decided to go down and take a closer look...

...I think he's right.

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- Oh, you know, I think it's fate. - I joked as soon as I woke up and saw a Bomb tied next to me.

After observing the Bird's quirk for a bit, I teleported further. I found myself next to Chara, Frog and - a nickname that appeared after three minutes of observing the battle - Vampiress. I think the last one noticed me, but she was too busy with the brown-haired woman to pay due attention to my person. After one more "jump"... But...

- What's up? Although judging by your appearance, it is clearly bad. - With a wave of my hand, I said, referring to... the villains.

They looked at me for a minute, blinked, and then Scar summoned fire.

- You seem to be the second kid we need to grab.

- Oh, really? What a pity. - Okay, okay, I was obviously dramatizing, but... A moment, and I burst into laughter.

Buddy, wrong place, wrong situation.

- Oh, shut up. The very same is funny. - I screwed up, calming down. And then, you know, the sudden realization that...

- You set fire to the forest! - Scar wanted to say something, but I continued, as close to him as possible and poked into his chest with the bone I had just called. - You can be helpful. - I smiled.

- Boy, aren't we kidnapping you? - The brunette grinned.

- I can always do the same, if not worse. - Between giggles, I said, then teleported five meters back. - Okay... - Sigh. - You are somewhat like him. - My smile widened. I pulled the threads and started to wind Scar, but the guy burned them. - Shopping mall. Okay... - I sat down on the ground, taking out a chocolate bar. - Why are you standing there? Do you want to attack?

- Of course! Never! - Served as an answer to me.

Rolling my eyes, taking a bite and chewing on the sweetness, I grumbled:

- Some abnormal.

Still not up to your level, heh.

In general, I was kidnapped. And, yes, I have accompanied this somewhat. What can I do, my life is very boring, and here at least some kind of entertainment.

Though…

To tie, you had to be touched.

It seems that the Voice has not yet decided whether to tremble with fear or to jest at me.

- Um... I apologize for interrupting your TV viewing, but... - They paid attention to me. - No chocolate?

- Here! The vampire handed me a tile. - Volume-

- You can untie it. - Rukophil dismissed.

- Thank you. - I said, eating chocolate. Okay, at least I'm not going to reboot in the near future...

White chocolate is very sweet. Looks like this blonde.

- Is there more?

- Hmm... - The girl ran, thought and answered. - Only half remained.

- It's a pity. - I searched my pockets and found two tiles and three candies. - My fate is hard. - I sighed.

And then the Bomb was untied, I just rolled my eyes at this decision. The guy lunged at the whitish one, activating a quirk.

Moron.

And I was in complete solidarity with him.

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- Hey, coal, can you tell why they brought us here? And then I somehow listened. - I turned to Scar while Bomb was making an extraordinary fiery speech.

- We want you to join us.

- And why?

- Because you have the potential to become real villains. Heroes

- Heroes, then heroes… - I rolled my eyes. - Why didn't you use the creams, boy? I'm really trying to help you.

- You see, Tomu-сhan, I'm not the only one who thinks so! - With burning eyes, the Vampire chirped. I just nodded.

Rukophil grumbled a little, apparently disagreeing completely with us, and then he spoke:

- Bakugou looks and acts like a villain. He does not agree to join us. You, too, look intimidating enough for the average high school student and judging by the Athletic Festival, you are strong. So-

- It's boring to be a villain. Onerous. I don't want to, I'm tired. And, so, I'm trying to become a hero. If I had a desire to change something and, sooner or later, go to jail, then I would, of course, choose a "crooked path", but even so... I'm a little proud man, so I will join a group called "League of Villains", - I chuckled. - Not in life. Although, if you change the name to something more intelligible, then, of course, I still will not give my consent to join you.

- On the good, I would like you to listen to us. I thought you could understand us. - Rukophil creaked.

- I thought badly. - Bomb barked.

- Then there’s no choice, - is a very, very bad phrase. So annoying. - The heroes said that they are investigating... So, we have no time for your persuasion.

Two tons of chocolate every month and it's yours. Eh, they just don't know what to push. Mediocrity.

I nodded. He never said that I cannot be bribed.

- Master, please lend me your power.

- Good. Great solution, Shigaraki Tomura. - It sounded from the telly. I, honestly, screwed up a little from this.

The bomb began to resent again. And the whitish one even ordered to "calm down" him.

- Hello! Pizza delivery!

This voice struck me as painfully familiar. Well, my fears were confirmed when the Almighty burst into the bar, followed by other heroes. The villains were seized by branches. Probably someone's quirk. I slowly stepped back behind Bomb.

Something will happen...

How I wanted to bark in response that I knew it without him, but I was silent. He was silent and watched what was happening. They talked, Rukophil and Allmight. I will never understand this addiction to chat when you just need to act. When the hero, the blond idiot, shouted:

- Your games are over, Shigaraki Tomura! - I, covering my ears, went a little closer to my classmate.

The moment I was waiting for came when Nomu began to appear. Not that I knew directly that this would happen, but I was expecting something like this. Ahem, in general, with the thought: "This is necessary, and the hysteria will be later!", I grabbed the Bomb by the T-shirt and teleported us away from that place.

I had no intention of participating in this. No. I'm a fucking observer! Watched and enjoyed the show, which is what I did all the time until I destroyed the alternate universes. Being in the center of the stage is definitely not what I wanted.

- What the hell, Glitche? - Huddled next to me, the blond asked, angrily looking at me.

- Oh, I'm sorry, just, you know, for the first time I wanted someone not to die. - I snapped.

- Okay. Where are we? - Looking around, Bomb answered.

- I do not know. When I was “jumping” I didn't think about anything specific, so... In the city.

- And how far can you teleport? - Looking sideways at me, squinting, asked a classmate.

- Well, I didn’t try to find the maximum along the “shortcut”, but I think that I could go from one end of Japan to the other. - Taking out a chocolate bar, I thought aloud.

- So we might not even be in Japan? - The guy got a nod from me. - Just fuck yourself.

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- Do not worry ahead of time. We will find some person, and he will tell you where we are. - I decided.

- Why suddenly? - Grumbled the blond.

- With our appearance they will not dare to refuse us, believe my experience. - I grinned.

- Huh? - Sigh. Humility. - Okay. - Agreement.

- Fine. Well, in search of a victim!

- Do not shout, otherwise they will scatter, thinking that you are a villain.

He's right. Did you hear yourself?

- And you? - I snapped.

- And I am silent. - answered the blond.

- By the way, a very rare occurrence.

And so, exchanging barbs, we were looking for a casual passer-by. Which turned out to be somewhat difficult due to the fact that it was night. And, as you know, it is not customary to walk at this time.

In general, we were so carried away by our argument that Bomb did not notice how he ran into some guy.

- Hey, - he was indignant.

- What do you want? The blond asked irritably, still intending to prove to me that you can die from chocolate.

- Apologize. If you didn't notice, you bumped into me.

And then his friends, who appeared next to him a minute later, began to assent to him. How... problematic. Although, on the other hand, the "victim" spoke Japanese, which was somewhat comforting. But, you know, the chocolate ran out and I started to get annoyed. And when they started talking about some kind of compensation, he could not resist and summoned the bones, sending them to the "victim" and his friends.

- Do you know how fragile the neck is? - Smiling, I asked.

The group of teenagers shuddered when they heard my voice. It's just that before that I ate chocolate and, accordingly, was silent.

Continue.

- If you tell me where we are, I’ll be so kind as not to add bones to you.

The children turned pale, finally noticing the bones that hung over them, and the victim hastened to answer:

- Musutafu, Japan, around-

- Shut up. You are free. - I waved my hand at them, then turned to my classmate. - See? Musutafu. I shouldn't have worried.

- I wasn’t "worried", you glitchy idiot.

- Yes, yes, I readily believe. Shall we continue our walk?

- Can't you just teleport us to the Academy?

- Nope. I shook my head. - It was an emergency, you know? I'm still a haptophobe, that's the same.

- Okay, I get it. Now what?

- We will go to the main building of the academy. If we're lucky, we'll get to the point where the sun rises.

- How optimistic. The guy rolled his eyes. - In what direction is it at least?

- I'll find out now. - Quickly teleporting to the roof of some skyscraper, I looked around. Found. Returning to the Bomb and waving my hand in the right direction, I said. - We go there.

- You love to complicate everything.

- What are those sunken cheeks and eyes? A pitiful sight, not the best hero. But don't be ashamed, this is your true form! - I heard from the TV in the window.

- What?.. - Briefly, quietly, asked Bomb. I doubt that he did not understand something, but rather simply denies it. Well, after all, the Allmight is the hero of his childhood.

It's great to watch hero number one being beaten, but even better...

- The villain doesn't move! He won! Allmight has won! Hero is victorious!

See the king being overthrown.

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Half the way I was dragging (tying the threads on my wrist and pulling in the right direction) behind me the Bomb. He was shocked. Well, I don't blame him. When he came to, he just stood rooted to the spot. I dropped the threads I was holding and turned to face him.

- We have to go.

And the guy went. The rest of the way we were both silent.

And now, finally, the UA gate.

- Use a quirk.

- Why?

- Apparently, you still haven't recovered from the shock, - I said in a deliberately important way, grinned and explained. - We need to get attention. In this case, turn on the alarm.

- Okay.

Five minutes, and we were already surrounded by heroes.

- Hello. - With a wave of my hand, I turned to those who came.

- Damn problem child. - I heard the tired voice of the Mummy from the crowd.

- I missed you too. Have you killed a lot of nerves?

- Enough.

- Your words bring me indescribable pleasure! - I smiled.

When they were about to take Bomb and me home, I quickly found out the blond's address and, under his suspicious gaze, teleported.

- So, who is Deku to you?

- A student, of course. Just like you, I see him as a hero, a sprout with good potential.

Lying old man. One hundred percent, he's lying.

I nodded. When the car with the teachers drove off, I was going to knock on the door like a normal person, but... I'm a crazy monster. So, you need to show originality. Moving away, I looked at the house, figured out where the room of the blonde I needed was, and teleported.

The guy was not in the room. So I sat down on the bed and started eating a bar of chocolate. I didn't run away from the orphanage.

...ordered some guy to tell the teachers that he had left. In any case, they know where and who I am, so there will be a minimum of problems.

Bomb enters the room, notices me, swears softly and asks:

- What the hell are you forgetting here?

- I need you.

- Why?

- To conduct a reconnaissance mission! - Jumping out of bed and throwing my arms up, I exclaimed. Due to strong emotions, there were more glitches surrounding me. And, accordingly, the sound of static is louder. I smiled, anticipating the fun.

The bomb exhaled noisily, rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighed again and asked:

- Now?

- It is desirable.

- But I was going to have lunch.

- If you have chocolate, then I can be patient. - Eating the sweetness, I quickly answer.

- Bitter.

- How many?

- Um... Three tiles.

- You have half an hour.

- Just gorgeous. - The guy grumbled and left the room, I followed him.

- Katsuki?.. - A woman spoke up, most likely Bomb's mother, as soon as she noticed me.

- This-

- I'm his classmate. Error. You don't mind not knowing where your son is during this evening and night?

- I would like to be more knowledgeable. - The man replied modestly. Father. Maybe.

- Well... Not today. - I just shrugged.

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- It seems to me that your father is an evil scientist who made a clone of his wife, but something happened and you appeared. - I said thoughtfully when we returned to the Bomb's room.

- We have different quirks. - The blond sighed.

- Well, I also say... Something went wrong. I just shrugged.

- I could just say that the old hag and I are alike. - Grumbled a classmate, looking somewhere to the side. - Now what?

- Let's go to the Todoroki family mansion! - Raising my hand, I exclaimed. - Extend your hand.

The guy, obviously guessing what I was planning, fulfilled... the request. I tied threads around his wrist and snapped my fingers and teleported us.

- How did you find out the address of the Half-Man? - Catching his breath, asked Bomb.

- I asked the Hero. He, well, knows all about quirks. - I answered calmly. - Now we are on the territory of the Doll's house.

- Why?

- To keep track of them. It is obvious.

- Only for you.

- Quite possible.

Error and I wandered aimlessly for about five minutes, then began to walk towards the noise. Um, crawl.

- So they won't notice us. After all, this is illegal entry into private property. - Glitchy made excuses. I just sighed at that.

It was already quiet when we got to the supposed source of the noise. But this did not last long, no more than two minutes. The silence was interrupted by the Prospector, who towered over his son. The half one looked, to put it mildly, beaten.

- This is your last training session, Shouto. You have to give your best! - The hero spoke rudely.

Glitchy nodded to something and muttered something unintelligible. He does that sometimes... as if he's talking to someone. Though maybe the brunette just has the same weird habit as Deku?

In any case, I was not allowed to reflect on this topic, since the Prospector began to act. He... After three minutes of observation, I could tell for sure that he was beating up his own son. I felt sick. To distract myself somehow, I looked around, and my gaze caught on my accomplice in the crime. He looked... disappointed? Annoyed?

- It's horrible. - Waiting for an answer, I whispered.

- I agree. - The guy nodded. - So rude. Everyone, of course, has their own style and preferences, but... I prefer to work more cleanly. Without touching the victim. Phobia and all that... Well, you know.

And I don't fucking understand!.. What the hell?!

- What? - I only asked in bewilderment.

Glitchy giggled, looked me in the eyes (before that the guy, without looking up, watched the beating) and smiled even wider, I involuntarily flinched. They say that by looking into a person's eyes, you can see and understand a lot, right? Well, I didn't like that crazy sparkle in his eyes at all.

- Yes of course. - Glitchy muttered. We were close enough to each other that I could hear him. He nodded and continued at the same volume. - Do not frighten? And why?.. Stop laughing. - The brunette snorted irritably. - He’s not my friend. The guy sighed. - Yes... I'm sure of that.

After thinking for just a few seconds, I wisely decided not to focus on this. And then, you never know...

- Hmm... Well, I think we won't see anything new again, so we can go. You haven't untied the threads, have you? - I just raised my hand, silently confirming his words. - Fine, then... - Glitchy teleported us. - See you later.

I looked somewhat perplexedly at the place where the brunette was a second ago. He's strange... Very. And it's annoying.

I'm lying on the bed. Tomorrow I’m moving to the hostel, so it can be assumed that I still do not sleep (three twenty-six nights), because I am worried... but... Maybe yes, but not because of a trifle.

Error Sans.

You can't just call him an extra. He's crazy! And strong, and so three times more dangerous... Well, that at least explains why he wants to kill the actual hero number one, right? Yes?.. Nothing does not explain it! He also has some plans for the Half Bastard...

An unexpected thought struck me. He's an orphan, right? Maybe ... maybe he killed his parents? Well, he certainly has nothing "against" against violence.

I should definitely go to bed, just...

Fuck.

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- Each class has its own building. - Where did they get so much money?.. - Boys and girls are located in different wings. Right for girls. The left one is for boys. However, the first floor is shared by everyone. Dining room, bathrooms, laundry room, everything is here. - Explained the structure of the hostel Mummy. The students were delighted. - Your rooms are located on the second floor and above. Each floor has two groups of four rooms. Half for girls and half for boys, all the way up to the fifth floor. Each of you will have your own private room. Each one has air conditioning, bathroom, refrigerator and closet.

Could there be any better news today?

- I do not think. - I grunted, smiling slightly.

- This is how your rooms are located. - I'm next to the Hero on the second floor. Not bad. - Your things were delivered to the rooms in advance. For today, your task is to settle in your rooms, and tomorrow I will tell you how the study will go now. That's all. Everybody's Free.

When I went up to the second floor and entered the right room, I was greeted by two lonely boxes. Opening them, I found dolls I bound, and in another box were my things. I don’t know, unfortunately, but it was half empty. After hanging clothes in the closet and throwing dolls there, I realized that I had nothing more to do. Sighing, I lay down on the bed.

This guy also had a zipper in his hair.

- Oh, yes, exactly... We need to get the paint.

Ask your classmates. I'm sure they can't refuse you.

Sighing, nodding along the way, I got out of bed, left the room and stopped.

- What the hell is the crowd gathered there? - I muttered. I had the idea to go back into the room and steal the paints somehow later, but they noticed me before I could do anything.

- Oh, Error! - Chara turned to me.

Fuck.

- What do you want?

- We decided to arrange a competition "for the best sense of style" -

- What? - I don't understand.

- We inspect all rooms, and the owner of the one that most likes will be declared King of all rooms! - Energetically told Pink.

Lord...

Even in that multiverse, titles were decent.

- We have already looked at the rooms of Midoriya and Tokoyami, only yours is left on this floor. Chara said cheerfully, clapping her hands. Her eyes gleamed strangely and she said. - Now your turn.

- With you paint, and I - so be it - showing my room. - I answered.

- Deal.

Stepping back to the nearest wall, I let them look.

- Oh, you haven't changed it at all. - Said Pink, sounding somehow disappointed. - Wait a minute! Can you knit?! - The girl ran into the room and grabbed the doll, which I did not finish. - It's Kaminari, isn't it? - The classmate smiled.

- I'm flattered. - The stupid blond responded modestly.

- What the hell? - I snapped. - I knitted your doll last.

- That is, there is more? - Looking sideways at me, asked Chara.

- In the closet.

Pink opened it and, after digging for a while, pulled out her toy.

- She's so cute! May I pick up Mina Jr? - Turning to me, the girl asked.

- Not-

- I'll give you some chocolate. - She interrupted me.

- How many?

- Three tiles?

- Seven.

- Then I'll take it. I'll give it back tomorrow.

As a result, all the dolls, except for the Mummy and the Bomb, were dismantled. But tomorrow I will have a lot of chocolate.

- And let them just try not to give it back. - I said gloomily, closing the door.

Now you have to knit new ones.

- The paints should also be given to me, so I don't see a problem. - Going out to the balcony, I answered.

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- As I mentioned yesterday, - Mummy began, leaning on the table, - our first task will be to get you temporary hero licenses.

- Yes! - The class made a noise, but I ate candy in quiet.

- Heroic license is a big responsibility, having received it, other people's lives will depend on you. - Aizawa continued calmly. - And, of course, the exam for getting it is extremely strict. This is a temporary license, but even for all the years of study, less than fifty percent of the students managed to get it. And now, our teaching staff will make sure you come up with at least two...

- Your own special receptions! - Three hero teachers rushed into the classroom. - Finally, we will leave behind the typical school routine and do what heroes should be able to do.

Clearly understood. Receptions, yes. Yes... New... I was just lucky that they did not see all my abilities. There was a noise in the classroom and I had to cover my ears.

- That's right, super moves! - Confirmed math teacher, Cloak. - In other words, killer techniques with which you will definitely win.

- And this technique should be purely yours, no imitations. - Cement continued. - The more you develop your unique skills, the more advantage you will get in battle!

- Your techniques reflect who you are! - exclaimed the Whip. - In our time, if you are a pro-hero without super techniques, then you are definitely in danger of extinction!

- Then we will discuss and show everything. Change into suits and gather at the Gamma gym. - Mummy said boredly.

In the Dream Training Hall (DTH), standing on one of the pillars created by Cement, I just defeated the Cloak... by piercing it through with a bone. When another copy appeared nearby, she immediately spoke.

- Error, killing a villain is required only in the most extreme cases. Try to think of something less deadly.

I sighed. If you can be killed with a single bone, then you shouldn't even think about other attacks. In the end, Sans is the judge who must kill the child who has turned into a crooked path.

- You see, - I began, looking at the teacher, - it was almost my weakest attack, and you died anyway.

The cloak just nodded, and I snorted. In my ability to kill and... bind.

- With the threads I can track the movements of the enemies, sir. Which is what I am doing now, so that the second may not hide.

Another cloak clone was born. He also said:

- You see, and you didn't kill anyone. What do you call this technique?

- It is necessary? The clones nodded. - Let it be... Chessboard. - I said with a wave of my hand.

- Fine. Let's continue then.

A couple of teachers ran at me, but I dropped about sixty bones on them. They fell from the sky like...

- Rain. Bone rain. - I nodded. Not that this attack was new, I didn't come up with it right now, no. It's just that before all the techniques that I used in battles did not have names. This was not necessary. Although, and now I do not see her.

- Well, can you cope with... Three!

Yes, now three clones were running at me from different sides. I teleported, and instead of myself I left the bones, which went straight to the teachers. One is dead. What a pity…

- What do you call?

- Huh?.. Um... Fake. - Three Cloaks blinked and rushed at me again. Sigh. I want chocolate.

- Gentlemen, you have won the jackpot! - I announced, and Gaster Blasters appeared behind each hero. They fired, and another one appeared. And further. - I think that's enough for today.

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- My dear teacher, how many times can I tell you that on my own initiative I will never go into close combat? - Sending several gaster blasters on three Cloaks, I asked.

- You must be ready for anything! - It was the answer to me.

I exhaled noisily. I've been repeating the same thing for four days, but the hero insists that melee skills are necessary. Not to say that I disagree at all, but... I have a good reason.

- I'm a bloody haptophobe! What kind of close combat? - Killing one with a bone, objected.

- Stop what? Haptophobe? - Cloaks stopped and looked at me closely. Sighing, I recalled both the bones and the gaster blasters.

- Yes. There is a problem?

- Come on, let's go down.

I teleported down to the teachers.

- Ectoplasm, any problems? - Mummy asked boredly, turning to us.

- Aizawa, did you know he was a haptophobe?

- No, - the hero replied with a sidelong glance at me.

- Well, now you know. - I commented, folding my arms over my chest. - I do not understand what the problem is?

- You have a phobia, a problem child, and I, your class teacher, this is the first time I hear about it. - Explained Easerhead. - Why didn't you tell anyone about this? - Sternly asked the man.

- Why is it "nobody"? - I grinned. - Bomb and Greyhound know from the Sports Festival.

- Bomb… It's Bakugou, isn't it? - I nodded. - And Greyhound?..

- I don’t remember his name, but he had purple fluffy hair, a guy, like, from the general education department.

- It's clear. Ectoplasm, could you please call Bakugou?

- No problem, Aizawa.

After a couple of minutes, the blond also took part in the conversation.

- What do you want? - Looking around the audience with an evil glance, asked Bomb.

- Why didn't you tell any of the teachers that Error had a phobia? And it’s not aerophobia, which can be easily avoided by traveling on, say, trains, but the fear of touching. Do you know that such things get in the way of life? - The Mummy spat.

- Well, I knew and knew. This is not my problem, but Glitchy. So let him deal with it himself. - Bomb replied rudely.

Aizawa exhaled noisily and rubbed the bridge of his nose. I ate a bar of chocolate, which I kept in my jacket pocket just in case. Surprisingly, the great commentator Voice only at the beginning of this conversation said: "Sooner or later, but it would become a national treasure, heh" - and then fell silent. Not a squeaky, annoying, sometimes annoying voice.

- You go and talk to the Hound. Questions? - Finally, the brunette uttered.

- Yes, sir. When?

- Today.

- Okay.

Not to say that Shouta was waiting at the door, but... The hero entered the Hound's office almost immediately after Error, his problem student, left there. Qualified Student Counselor Ryo Inui only chuckled when Easerhead entered. Thanks to his quirk, the hero sensed a man long before he opened the door.

- What do you say? - Leaning against the wall, asked Aizawa.

- By all the rules, you need to watch the guy for six months. It is impossible to make a diagnosis in one conversation, but... - The hound sighed. - There is reason to believe that Error is right in self-diagnosis and suffers from haptophobia.

- Phobias don't just appear.

- He says that he does not remember or simply does not want to tell. Ryo said, shaking his head. - But the guy definitely doesn't like being touched, according to his words.

- He goes to reboot because of them, I saw it happen a couple of times. - Said the underground hero.

After a minute of silence, both sighed. The boy has exactly

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Threatening expulsion, the Mummy made me go twice a week to talk to the Dog. Not that it was too difficult for me, just... I don't see the problem. As far back as I can remember, I have always had haptophobia and voices. Perhaps I'm too used to it and... What can we hide, my thinking, in principle, cannot be called moral and ethical, and it clearly does not correspond to the norms of ethics. The main thing is that they do not know about the Voice. I think that Bomb can guess something, but I can only hope that the blond will not tell anyone anything, as before.

- On the way out, we are there. - These words did not distract me from eating the chocolate.

But I think the interim license exam will do it. I need to focus as much as possible on passing it. After all, then I can legally beat people villains. And, since the Doll is a walking dirt on Fire, getting a license is almost a dream!.. But no. The dream, the goal and simply the strongest desire has always been to destroy the damn anomalies and all the errors that reside in them.

- Apologies! - And the sound of crumbling asphalt was what caught my attention. And the culprit, judging by the clothes, was a student from another high school.

As Mummy kindly and boredly explained, this guy wanted to go to UA, but changed his mind and ended up in... Shiketsu? That’s what it’s called. After a bus arrived with students from another school, and their teacher offered to marry Aizawa. There was also a guy, a nasty guy, he shook hands with everyone... Glory to Azgor that I just teleported to the other end of the crowd of classmates!..

A very tired man (he was distinguished from the Mummy only by his white hair) talked about the first test, which only one hundred examinees would pass.

...and then I saw that there are organizations that are much better sponsored by the academy. This was one of them. The exam location was huge! On one side there is a city, on the other side there is a mountain, a small forest, a waterfall, and in the middle there is a wasteland, in the center of which were all the subjects. It's just... It's... Very big. Very. And, judging by the voice, unashamed in the expressions, he completely agrees with me.

Once again quickly looking around, I remembered the words of the Tired One about the fact that you need to choose a suitable area for yourself.

- City or forest? I whispered quietly as the countdown began.

How often have you fought for an alternative in the New House? M? That's it. Your refuge is Snowdin, my dear Sans. The forest, of course.

I teleported there just before everyone started using quirks in the wasteland en masse. I have a few bars of chocolate in my pockets, and I have already spread the threads throughout the forest and a little further.

Spiderwebs.

- Yes, yes, - Voices waved off the obvious mockery, settling more comfortably on a tree branch.

My "targets" are located on my right shoulder, leg and left sleeve. To be honest, I didn't really think about where to attach them and, perhaps, it was too arrogant on my part, but ... You can't undo it, so I just ate a chocolate bar. When someone first touched my threads, several people had already passed. Well, nothing, nothing. Now I'll catch up.

I teleported to the approximate location of my victim. She, by the way, turned out to be some kind of brown-haired woman. When I hit the first target, she started using a quirk. But, due to ignorance of my location, the girl fired at random... fire.

- It’s gotten warmer. - I muttered, dodging another shell.

That not, your lust for murder is to blame for everything. Don't blame others.

- No, no, maybe in most cases you are right, but not now. And you don't have a Fire to raise the temperature. - I answered, finally hitting the last "target".

One is, one is left.

I waited for about three minutes, and the threads again gave a signal. He teleported to the right place and, after a bit observing the new victim, he could say with confidence that someone used a quirk too often.

- Forest? - Looking around, the boy asked. - Fuh, thank God, I was saved!

Due to the fact that the guy was spinning, I was able to see that two "targets" had already hit. Well, I only have one ball left. Okay, okay, I'm just dramatizing, there are three of them. The first time he missed, the next guy dodged, but the third hit the target. With a nasty smile, I went to the zone for those who passed the selection.

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Breaking is not building. One is easier than the other.

It was these words that came to my mind when I watched the destruction of all locations. They just fucking blew them up!

Delightful!

- This will be your next and final round! At this stage of the disaster, you will have to carry out rescue operations. - Announced Tired. - We will play the role of witnesses, and you will be the rescuers. But we are not just citizens, we have already received these licenses sometime... We will test your competence in carrying out rescue operations.

When all those who passed were released from the "safe zone", the majority were surprised at the presence of old people and children. I... I realized that the chance of not getting a temporary license suddenly became much higher. Rescue. I’m just incompatible with this word.

- Oh, damn... oh, damn... - I whined quietly, teleporting to the direction that the "rescuers" would not reach soon.

Immediately I caught my eye some guy lying on the ground. Sighing and putting all the chocolate in my shorts, I took off my jacket. It is necessary to somehow raise it, and the threads... They mainly cause pain to living objects, so not this time. I calmly approached the victim, squatted down and asked:

- Are you conscious? - Silence. - So, sir, how to check the pulse without touching it?.. In any case, you need to deliver the victim to the doctors. - I lifted the guy through my jacket (almost with all my heart) and teleported higher. The "rescuers" set up something like... a field hospital? Okay, I have no idea what you can call it, but I clearly go there.

- Here, this is for you, ma'am. - I gave the victim to some girl.

- Oh... Okay?

And teleported back. I put the threads under the rubble and heard a cry:

- This is, of course, an effective way of detecting, but what if someone gets hurt!

- In this state, they are absolutely harmless, sir.

The unknown victim did not object anymore. And I found it only after five minutes of careful searching. More precisely, I knew where the guy was, but I had no idea how to get to him without crushing the poor fellow. And...

- Too long! What if I'm bleeding here for an unknown amount of time.

- You’re alive, don’t be so pessimistic, sir. - I carefully picked it up and teleported, eventually handing over the suffering to the same girl.

And then the "villain" showed up. And I, having delivered a citizen to the girl, went there.

Threads. The blue threads tied the examiners I was fighting and threw the children abruptly in the direction completely opposite of me. I chuckled. It looks like someone was clearing the stage for themselves.

But before I had time to see this daredevil, I was shot and hit. Looking around, I saw a skull. A few seconds later, about twenty more of the same appeared.

- You know, Fish, one or two... Maybe you even worry about five volleys, but... - With a ringing, I was surrounded by several dozen more skulls. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that other children were taking care of my accomplices. When the guy continued, he noticed that the closer the child came to me, the louder the static sound became. - What if there are several times more of them?

The student began to speak first, so... Because he felt that my opponent was serious in his intentions, and I was not going to get too many injuries by the end of the exam... I decided to keep the conversation going.

- So, you say that these things, - I waved my hand at the skull - will kill me?

- Oh, what are you? - He grinned. I took a neat step towards him. The number of inscriptions surrounding the guy has increased. Still, a bit strained by the fact that... In short, I still felt a dull pain in my back from the previous shot. It seemed to me that he could hardly restrain his laughter. - After all, I’m learning to be a hero, - child giggled.

I took another step. A little more, maximum five, and I can knock out my opponent. I sighed, did not plan to act carefully.

- That is, another two or three years no murders, and then... - He rolled his eyes and pointed his finger at the sky, grinning. - Everything depends no longer on me. - The smile faded, the guy just shrugged his shoulders, thrusting his hands in his pockets, rolling on his toes... in slippers? - Boo!.. Don't you dare move. - Opening his eyes with a mad smile from ear to ear, the child put a broken bone to my chest. And in the next instant he teleported (he can do that too ?!) to where he stood before. - Fish, give up. Otherwise I'll kill you. - The dark-haired man said boredly, looking lazily into my eyes. As I understood from this, it was very difficult for him to restrain his striving smile. The eyes shone with madness.

When did we switch roles?

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What happened next? Well... To the crazy laughter of Voices, I shot Fish a couple of times, then I just teleported, all the summoned Gaster-blasters followed me and helped deliver the victims to that girl. And then the Tired One spoke:

- Uh… I’ll ask your attention. All members of the UNP were saved - members of what? - This may be very selfish of me, but I declare the interim license exam completed! After scoring, I will give you the results. We ask the injured to proceed to the infirmary. Others can change and await further instructions. Thank you.

I adjusted my glasses importantly and, leisurely, went to the locker room, eating the last bar of chocolate. I knew it was stress to touch people, even for the good, but... This is just the last sweetness I brought! The last one!

Breathe in. Exhalation. Sky. Clouds.

- Fuck ... - I said in shock and very, very, very regretted that there was no more chocolate. - Shopping mall.

And then they began to issue pieces of paper in which the mistakes made during the exam were detailed. I involuntarily recalled the battles that the Almighty had arranged at the beginning of the year. More precisely, how Yaoyrozu found errors everywhere.

And guess what was my main flaw? That's right, an angry face and the fact that I didn't even try to calm down the "victims", oh, and even excessive acting during the "fight" with Fish. I rolled my eyes, trying not to howl at the fact that the Voice whinnied with might and main. And then the Hero appeared and asked:

- Error, how much do you have?

Sighing, I replied, "Fifty-five." And holy Azgor, how glad I was!.. I almost went to reboot. Passed, bitch, fucking temporary license exam!

- Oh, well... You did get through, didn't you?

- Guy... Yes. - I agreed.

Then there was a speech from Tired, but I listened wisely, leaving for a reboot because of some kind of freak. When we were about to leave, the Hero practically sobbed, looking at the card. I do not understand why suddenly such a strong reaction? Although not me, a person who at any moment can laugh for no reason, say something about it. But still... An ordinary plastic card. On one side is "HERO", on the other is my smiling face with glitches, the name and the hero's nickname with other information.

By the way, the Doll and Bomb didn't get through, heh.

- Hey! Let's go out. There is talk... of your quirk.

Yes, I just happened to be close enough to hear Bomb's words. Yes, I still remember that formula... Yes, I'm just an observer. Yes, I am interested.

Yes, I followed them.

...this is the Beta field, as far as I remember.

- This is the building in which I fought you for the first time... And I lost. - Fucked up dramatically started Bomb. And the realization came to me that there was no chocolate with me. I quickly teleported to my room and took four tiles and about twenty candies. I don't know exactly, I was in a hurry.

To skip a brewing show is a pure sin without moral impurities.

- You were an unbearable idiot who was also unbearable to listen to. - Oh, oh, I seem to have had time! - And since then you, damn it, have this smug face all the time. And it kept on growing and growing. Since that slime bastard incident... No... Since the moment the Allmight appeared in the city! The guy growled. - More and more, more, and more... - The record stuck. Then some not very useful information and!.. - You got a quirk from the Allmight, am I right? - Yes! The observer's taste has worked! So Bomb turned around so beautifully in time (Not like a Doll...) Bravo! It was lucky that I stopped myself in time and did not applaud. It's not over yet...

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- You will fight me! Right here, right now!

I took a deep breath, running my hand over my face. Well, Bomb, bitch, how is it?..

What else did you expect from this idiot?

- But he, damn it, somehow came to the conclusion that the Hero’s quirk is… Allmight’s quirk! - I muttered angrily.

And the "great destroyer of alternative universes" knits dolls... Everyone has their own shortcomings.

- What are you doing now, my dear?, - I snapped, not taking my eyes off a couple of classmates. Voice began to whistle obsessively. Damn-

Oh, Bomb rushed at Hero. And then they start talking again... No, seriously, what's the habit of talking during a fight? Then the blond freaked out. He started yelling something... But I got distracted by... What the hell is Allmight doing here? Although... curfew doesn't just exist, does it? I nodded my head and, comfortably seated on the roof, continued to watch, eating chocolate.

They. Find out. Relationship.

It's just the perfect replacement for Undernovela! I was lucky to be thrown into such an interesting universe.

- I won. - Bomb concluded with a strong breath.

They discussed a little more, the Allmight came on the stage, hugged the winner, they talked again... And then I yawned and teleported to my room.

And the chocolate is gone.

As it turned out in the morning, I missed one interesting moment in which Mummy loudly announced the punishment for the Hero Bomb.

- Hi! - Rodent began happily. - It's me, your favorite little animal director! - Recently, the quality of my wool, which I am so proud of, has undergone a change not in a positive direction. I've taken some steps to fix things and what I've learned will also help people! A well-balanced diet, taking into account zinc and vitamins, is important. But more importantly, it's a dream!

This is amazing… I still haven’t been distracted and listen attentively to someone’s speech… I don’t really care about its content, I have never worried about my health. He didn't die, okay. The director continued:

- Lifestyle without a definite plan is the worst thing you can do with your coat (or hair), so be sure to watch how much you sleep! - A short pause. I managed to yawn and get a candy. - The thing that completely ruined my lifestyle was the ‘incident’ that you all know happened during this summer vacation. The loss of our pillar. - Fall of the king. - The consequences of this incident began to manifest themselves even faster than anyone could have imagined. In the future, even greater difficulties await us. The department of heroes is likely to witness the most severe impact. And with regards to the heroic internship, in which many second and third year students participate, you need, more than ever, to be aware of the situation you are in and act accordingly.

Oh no, still digressed. I don't know how Rodent ended his speech. Okay, he was talking about heirs… sort of.

This is a curse.

- This is a gift. I quipped softly, smiling.

Ho... Do you want to argue about this?

- Maybe. It's just... There's no real problem with it, so there's nothing to worry about, you know? I shrugged my shoulders, looking at the sky.

Another speech that came after, I successfully ignored, instead talking to Voice.

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Classes have resumed. The Hero and Bomb cleaned the hostel for several days. Everything was fine, nothing interesting happened until one day...

I wasn't attacked by a naked blonde. I fucking hate that damn hair color already. Quietly growling, he continued to teleport around the Gamma Hall. Because, well, you know, haptophobia, hostility to humanity in general and to specific individuals, and so on.

The quirk (what a nasty word, however) of the boy looks like teleportation, but... It, of course, can be different, take at least me or the Fog. But I feel like it's not...

At some point, I just left for chocolate, and when I returned, the blond just told how his cutest quirk works, bitch.

— Is it possible not to go for an internship at all? None. I do not want. I grumbled into the pillow, lying on the bed.

You have a license. Don't back off, so to speak. Although, I think Bomb and Doll suffered a worse fate... So stop whining and just choose an agency.

— And you can’t get hired by Fire? Well, you know, a disgruntled worker kills his boss,” I raised my hand, traced a circle in the air with my finger and returned it to the pillow, saying, - a classic story. Nothing unusual.

A sarcastic grin came from Voice. I roughly assumed what he wanted to say, so it's good that he didn't say anything.

Fat Gum loves to eat. That one phrase from the Hero was enough for me to decide where I would train. And if last time I had to endure the Bomb, now it was Fearless. He loves to chat so much that the thought “All the voices are back” flashed through my mind surprisingly often. You won’t even quarrel with him normally!.. Boring, peace-loving moron, fuck him.

Now I teleported from rooftop to rooftop, because you need to patrol exactly where the crowd is. Sigh. Then villains appear (today I'm too lazy, so we can do without quotes), and Fearless is shot at. This would have been the end of a series of some series, but in real life there is no commercial break, so... The bullet just bounced off. Eh, unexpected drama, of course, in most cases does not work, but still, as they say, “why not?”

Sorry.

- How dry. - I noted, opening the seventh bar of chocolate from the beginning of the patrol and continuing to watch the show from the roof. - You would make a terrible commentator.

You talk like you could do better.

- Ha, - as far as I understand, the dark one from the Big Three cannot activate a quirk, - don’t be confused. This is not my role.

Chase. And that means we teleport further and continue to observe. Yes, of course, I could tie this guy, maybe not on the first try, but it would have worked out, and what no help, but... Show, role, chocolate and:

- I'm too lazy to put even mental quotes, what are you talking about?

Just admit that you enjoy seeing people suffer.

In response, I just started whistling some melody. A minute later, I had to abruptly use the “shortcut”, I would even say reflexively. It's just that the guy Dauntless was chasing had come out of... Knives? Well, something like them. And just in my, bitch, side. One blade from the ensuing random, but mostly aimed at a classmate, attacks grazed me, leaving a shallow cut.

Getting old.

I clicked and, making sure that I would not die from such a trifle, continued watching the show. There was a slightly weird feeling that it wasn't the Hero that was at the center of the commotion, but Dauntless was also bright enough for such a character, so it's okay. Maybe.

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When my classmates entered the waiting room, where the crowd had already gathered (I had to huddle in the corner), I was not particularly surprised. Since they called me, why shouldn't they? The fact that the Hero would also appear was expected. Very, to be honest. Well, why invite so many heroes and at the same time not call this green disaster that, like a magnet, attracts trouble-

…if you put the Hero in, say, the middle of the field, will the villains come running? And most importantly, how long will it take?

In general, the fuck is brewing. This is the main thing I understood by the end of the meeting. Yes, it's too short, but I just didn't really listen. Speech is my weak point. Especially when Fat Gum crushed the candy, I fell out of reality a bit. Thank Asgore, the Voice reminded me quickly enough that I had enough chocolate with me to eat my grief.

I knew this brand of sweets... Yes, a bit sweet for me, but, in general, delicious.

Ah, right. It also turned out that some girl was involved in that case. Everyone paid so much attention to it ... I already remember.

The tormentor of the captive (they are father and daughter, bitch! More drama, grief and murder!) is a powerful guy. A quirky constructor, he also heads the yakuza. It's the damn mafia! Just like in Undernovela! Then... So. Where are my love triangles?! But the villain's outfit is, of course, funny. Just because I've seen a lot in the multiverse, my classmates sitting next to me were surprised only by the chuckle at the appearance of the frame in the presentation with the Bird, and not by the loud glitched laughter that I listened to from the Voice. The bastard could afford anything, only one person can hear him. Oh, and, of course, I didn’t want to be put in a place for the mentally ill. Although I can escape without problems, but it's a shame.

Or not. Do not know. There has never been such a thing.

"By the way, she's being held captive, isn't she?" — I asked Voice. Sometimes it seemed to me that his memory would be better than mine.

It is used to create quirk bullets. The girl is included in the recipe.

Me and my comrade in misfortune (he still has to follow me forever, poor guy) simultaneously chuckled. The fate of the baby, of course, is sad, but... Such is this world. After shrugging and finishing my chocolate bar, I teleported back to my dorm room. Now it definitely, most definitely looked more like a spider lair. One could probably call it a small piece of Anti-Emptiness, but there is too much furniture per square meter.

It was dark. There was no light from the window for two reasons: it was covered with a curtain and, in principle, it was already evening. Having counted the dolls hanging on the threads, I lay down on the hammock, which, imperceptibly for me, was formed above the bed.

I was not given any special role. This is really embarrassing. My pride is hurt. Although, okay... Participating in the performance, of course, is fun, but it is much better to watch the show from the side. It's easier to survive that way.

I looked back. The yakuza base is a small modest Japanese house, because after the UA buildings, I can’t describe this place in any other way.

It all started very nicely, and not as planned (unfortunately, without casualties). As a result, the police had to be dragged away with threads. You need to behave like a hero (correction: Hero). Well, I copied his actions. It would be somewhat unfortunate to be so unfortunate to get dirty. This is not dust for you... It is much more difficult to remove blood from things (I stained clothes with this liquid and, if the first three times I tried to remove it from clothes, then I simply threw it away the next seven, after that I didn’t even go into such alternative universes).

Oh, something lagged behind the herd of heroes. Quickly teleporting, I found myself in the building and, already calmly, followed the crowd.

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Well, since the wall is not a problem, much less an obstacle, the first difficulty was in… Ahem, a floating corridor. I'm so fucking glad I don't get seasick.

Swim... pfft.

And then the floor collapsed. And the whole hero company (there were still a few policemen there, especially since I didn’t really keep track of how many heroes entered and how many left, so...) ended up in some room. Do you know what happened after? There were freaks in masks. As I understand it, cannon fodder. The dark guy from the Troika suddenly had a sharp rise in self-esteem, and he selflessly climbed into battle using tentacles.

...squid or octopus? That's the question. I'll stop at the first one for now, and then we'll see. Though…

In general, we move on. They tried to kill the mummy. Fat Man and Fearless left the stage. The rest, including me, they tried to crush. Grunting softly, I surrounded myself with bones, trying to push back the walls…or is it the ceiling? Maybe gender?

Then we were separated. When I didn’t see the Hero nearby, who is the main fucking plot driver, I quickly teleported to him, focusing on the guy’s voice.

- Sap. I hope I don't interfere? - Smiling, I said, waving my hand.

- A? Error? Wh-no, it's all right, - the brunette replied, continuing to look around. Then he broke the wall. And later almost got stabbed by a crazy Vampire.

I pulled the Hero aside with the help of threads. The mummy took care of the girl. The voice was confused.

…huh? But... Isn't she... So, with Chara and Frog... So, fuck, I'm confused! What's wrong with this girl's orientation?!

- No, it's more admiration than love. Although, I don’t understand this, I muttered, watching the fight.

Ah, so I, bitch, understand?!

- Don't whine, - I answered irritably.

…me, me, me…

Sigh.

And then the mess happened. Literally. Write down the recipe: take the yakuza base and break it into pieces. The walls, floor and ceiling will serve as the basis, and the human flesh will add zest to your dish.

Hmm, back to the show. If the Mummy hadn't turned off Maze Guy's Quirk, I would have had to teleport outside. Well, you know, that could be easily justified.

…why am I even here? Oh yes, he did the job. But if we take this particular case, then... Hero = show.

Does Death have a smell? Yes. And I think I felt it again.

Ugly taste of ashes on the tongue.

- Fuck, fuck, what kind of miracle is this? - Watching the most beautiful battle, I whispered in some shock.

He's definitely the fucking protagonist of this universe.

- Certainly. If not him, then what kind of monster would the star of the multiverse be? — I agreed.

Right now, the Hero and the girl who needed to be saved are fighting the Bird, which at the moment looks more like a big amalgam, and it's a hell of a show.

All in all, we won. And the fact that about a week later I found out that several people still left this mortal world... Well, just the consequences. There have always been and will always be victims. Nothing without them. Too sweet without them.

— There is no masterpiece without drama. She, in turn, consists mainly of suffering. Moral or physical, it doesn’t matter, it’s all the same, - I thought, sitting at the table in my room, doing my homework.

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The handler did something to the Bird. Hero, who is tall and all official, is dead. But the most important thing is that… uh, I don't know. I'm alive and that's enough.

It was my first time attending a funeral. A very interesting event. Darkness, decay, sadness... Everything I love.

…Fifth, this brilliant blond, around the beginning of October, began to stuff the Hero with cheese. And, Saint Asgore, that's so hilarious!

We practiced our techniques, continued to study... Routine, what can I say. It was boring. Too grey. Not interested.

And then the Mummy showed her tired cocoon face and said:

— Time for a cultural festival.

And, Stars, how noisy it was afterwards. But only for a moment. Like trained animals, classmates fell silent without the teacher's command. Heh.

After his statement and several objections from Fearless, which was somewhat unexpected, the Butterfly Mummy ranted about how this festival was a chance to show itself to all the Houses.

Not that it was out of the blue, but… it was necessary to figure out what the class would perform with. What would you…

By the end of the lesson, there was a long list of proposals that had been censored by the President on the blackboard. Y-yes… We haven’t decided yet. And because of that, Aizawa threatened that if we didn't come up with something, there would be a public lecture. After he left. Well, that's his style. However, I did not understand what is so bad in his proposal? You can sleep, can't you? As for me, a great option.

To my great regret, having slipped away from additional classes (it's good that they are finally over), I could not avoid talking about what to go to the festival with, they continued in the hostel. The only things that kept me from going to my room were laziness, a damn comfortable couch, and the chocolates I was given just to participate in class activities.

...Saint Asgore, their kindness and good intentions are too often cloying.

After five bars, two candies, a mug of cocoa and a cup of coffee (the first one was over), they agreed. Dancing, music… In general, a concert, if I understand correctly.

Subsequently, I was assigned to a stage group (a strange name, to be honest, although I have seen worse). And after long, somewhat boring, but still more interesting than my previous everyday negotiations, it was decided that I would move the Fifth. “You have threads, so there shouldn’t be any problems!” they said, and they were right. Nothing complicated. Shrugging my shoulders and waving lazily, I agreed.

And then there were rehearsals, rehearsals and guess what? Studies. Unexpected, isn't it?

- I fell! - Hurry, shouted the Hero, but I smell a much bigger story behind this. I wouldn't be surprised if he ran into some villain on his way to the store...

They also forced me (I was so generous that I agreed for only five chocolates) to wear a red T-shirt, because... We have a friendly team, a bitch.

Well, so, some are dancing, others are singing or playing, and I am getting ready to carry the Fifth. Since he is an ordinary person and has not even grown up to the end, there should be no problems with carrying.

...I thought, and then everything shone. How I didn't go blind remains a mystery an hour later.

I'm having fun, I guess... The pancakes are delicious, the haunted maze is funny. Speaking of food, I think I went to all the food stalls. Although I didn’t go to the beauty contest (it makes me shudder from such pandemonium), I still saw the colossus that one participant made.

And then it got boring again... Although a group of heroes who are connected with cats came to us at the end of November, but... They brought at least food.

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Fire was attacked almost immediately after he was declared the number one hero in Japan. I suddenly wondered if it was the same with Allmight or if he-

You teleport there to get a closer look, right?

- This is a rhetorical question, - a smirk quickly appears on my face. From the anticipation of glitches becomes a little more. - Of course I will, - I whisper excitedly, for the first time thanking my classmates for bringing me to the TV. It would be a shame to miss this.

I quickly use the "shortcut" and make sure that this damn reckless attacker is Nomu. In addition to the main characters of this scene, I observe: the extras, which creates too much noise and the building, which, apparently, was confused with the cake, since a piece has already been cut off. In general, chaos.

Do you like it?

- Stupid question, - I quickly muttered with a crazy smile on my face, trying to follow the fight. And my eyes cling to something sad. I adjust my glasses, sighing. - Damn, it looks like there won’t be many casualties.

The world of heroes... you can't do anything about it.

- But do you know what is worst of all, my unfortunate companion? - A short pause, a light "what?", purely out of decency. - He's blond. That red-winged bird, the new number two... Hawk, another sigh. I take my eyes off the fight for a second, looking up at the clear sky. - Well, why is that?..

If you tell me, then just humble yourself. Just like he did with his appearance. Humble yourself. There are a lot of blondes in the universe, and this is the only thing left for you. Unless, of course, you want to go to jail or go on the run. By the way, this is the third Bird.

- Oh, so you count them? And… Not today, mate… though I wish I could. But not now. I want to enjoy this freedom before losing even its appearance, - I said gloomily, saving a bar of chocolate from the captivity of the foil. With the first bite, the glitches calm down a bit with me, and I sigh once again. - Voice, by the way, you are too calm.

It seems to you. I just prefer not to comment on the beating of this bastard.

- As you say, - I just shrug my shoulders.

The flame briefly pretends to be dead. But, I do not have time to be normally happy, as a fiery man gets up.

Bam! Buch! Bach!

Pose. With the same, it seems, was All Might, in the battle after the kidnapping. How is it?..

— Plus ultra, right? - I smile ruefully. - The fire still won't die.

Sorry.

- I completely agree with you, - I nod and want to teleport back to the hostel, when another hero appears on the stage. Specifically, in this case, the villain, but still... - Do you remember his name?

Are you fucking deaf, or what?.. He introduced himself, idiot. Dabi.

- So much aggression, - I rolled my eyes.

Unfortunately, villain-

- I remembered! - Several people jumped away from me because of the sudden exclamation. - Scar. His name is Scar.

His name is Dabi.

- You think I don't care? - I chuckled. In response, the Voice grunted something unintelligible, but clearly obscene.

So, Scar did not have time to do anything (I refer to the fact that it was necessary to chat less), when another hero appeared. The heroine, to be exact.

- Hare or rabbit?

What's the difference?

I shrugged. I'll have to ask the Hero later, if I remember. After standing for a minute and making sure that no one else would appear except for doctors and journalists, he used the “short cut”, moving to his room.

- Chocolates, I'm back! - And he flopped down on the bed, pulling out a couple of sweets from the hiding place under the bed.

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Quiet, peaceful, calm... boring, in general. And then there was one interesting training session. What is it about her? First, Borzoi. This purple-haired zombie is about to move on to the hero course, but here's the bad luck - each of the two classes has twenty students. Moreover, you need to prove your professional suitability... Secondly, the Hero again stood out, which is not very surprising, to be honest. Only here is the fact that I was almost pierced through by some black thing that came out of the brunette's hand when he tried to use a whim... Well, I swore notably then. True, no one died, and the fifth battle continued as if nothing had happened. After a short while, I, following the plan of the Hero, caught a small one from 1-B. He tied him up and quickly teleported him into a cage with a Rat's face. In the end, we won.

- It seems to me that something fucking important is coming up, - I muttered thoughtfully, watching a dilapidated city being shown on TV. Some villains staged a tough showdown.

Oh, and what prompted you to these thoughts?

- Nothing. Just a sniff of a former destroyer...

— What are you muttering, buggy? - Bomb grumbled, who was sitting not far from me.

- Are you really interested? — I chuckled. There was no answer, the blond just looked at me expectantly. Shrugging, he continued. - There is always something going on. Everything will always go for the worse... It's inevitable, you know?

- Don't you think it's too gloomy?

- I am such a person. They don't just call me... crazy. Speaking of which, do you mind becoming an accomplice in some epic crime?

Squinting, Bomb asked:

— What did you think?

- It’s just… I wanted to deprive someone of something, just.

The guy gave me a long look, then grunted, “We’ll talk about this later,” and he left. Smiling imperceptibly, I got up to brew cocoa.

Due to the fact that I have been living in this multiverse for five years already, I managed to get acquainted with local holidays. And, unlike the Bomb - now he was forcibly dressed up in a suit that the whole class decided to wear for some reason - I was bribed.

— The box of chocolate was worth it.

True, sweets did not solve the fact that I did not know where to go for an internship. And some of the intrusive thoughts that have been haunting me lately didn't make things any better. But one simple phrase from a not very talkative classmate:

- Would you like to come with me for an internship with hero number one? - And two problems were solved at once!

Without my knowledge, a smile spread across my face, and there were more glitches.

- Welcome to Fire's office, - Fire said with an unnatural smile. - Is that what you expected to hear? I'm sorry, but I'm not in the mood for it - now he looks more like himself.

- You are forgiven, don’t worry, - I said, giggling softly. Hero number one didn't hear me.

When all the strife was over, we walked in silence for two seconds, and then the Light jumps over the fence and sets fire to the face with the words:

- Sorry to disappoint you guy, but I have no interest in teaching anyone else but Shoto! If you really want to learn something, then stay behind and keep your eyes peeled!

Two of my classmates immediately took out some equipment from their briefcases, the Doll used a quirk, and I blinked. But then he teleported behind them. Then, just in time, the villain showed up. The chase began, however, it did not continue for a long time, as the Hawk showed up, grabbing two villains. The one who raised the noise was held by the Light, the other I tied. The police came and took away the villains. The bird began to rub something about some little book... And even with such a serious face. Of course, I don’t know him, but his smile was not so flat when I watched his heroics on TV.

...then, because of the words of the Hero, the winged one took out books from somewhere and distributed them to us. It looked terrible.

When we got to the office, we were bombarded with paperwork.

- On average, they have a hundred requests a day, damn it… - I grumbled, filling out some form.

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— What do you want to achieve?

- I want to learn how to control my strength so that I can give my best! - Hero solemnly said, after giving an explanation to his words.

- Clearly, you are one of us, - Fire decided and turned to Bombshell.

- On the contrary, I came to find out what I can’t do, - the blonde said impudently, then adding a few explanatory phrases.

- Wonderful, - the fiery hero commented sparingly, turning in my direction, waiting for an answer.

- You really think about things like that that much, don't you? — It was a rhetorical question. Of course yes. I had perfect control over my powers. Apart from the reboot, this is a reaction beyond my control, unfortunately. - Unlike all of you, I had a simple desire, no "tasks"... To see the number one hero live. Personally. Do you understand? And the Doll gave me such an opportunity, - I smiled. — Everything came together.

- I see, - Fire nodded and was about to go, but a multi-colored classmate reminded of himself:

- I also have something to say, - and a short speech.

- Understandably. I will train you... like a hero. Rescue, manage the evacuation and fight the villains, said the Father of the Year Award nominee as he walked. - Here are the three basic skills that are expected from a hero. After establishing their agency, heroes usually choose to pursue either rescue or combat. But my agency's policy is ideal in all three. Know everything you can about your territory so that you never miss a single oddity. Arrive at the scene faster than others. Reduce the number of casualties by using the heat to drive away the civilians. Staying always calm and collected, constantly on the alert - these are the foundations of the foundations. For you, they should become the standard.

Then you, Error, should be immediately taken to a psychotherapist ... Although it's better to kill you right away. You are incorrigible.

- You're talking like I don't know, - I rolled my eyes. - Forgot? I didn't just go to that dog.

Yes, yes…

- Your task this winter is to neutralize the villain faster than me, at least once! - Fire announced.

...meanwhile, I, who can teleport, decided that, bitch, I must learn the map of the city. And what an incredible effort I had to keep a calm face and not start laughing with a crazy smile.

— Oh, — apparently, the efforts made were not enough, but they somehow helped, because I was walking quietly hysterically giggling, trying not to break loose. Who needs extra attention? Moreover, if the hero forgot about the ability of one of his trainees, it's not my problem.

Purely out of curiosity, when he said “your task”, did Fire mean that it was necessary to overtake him all together, or did he just address him like that? When I asked this question out loud, they didn't answer me:

- What?

- If victory, then absolute. And now I'm wondering if those "villains" that I caught count, or do you still have to become faster?

- How... rude, - the Hero replied in confusion.

- I’m sure you’ve heard worse from Bomb, - the guy nodded reluctantly. - Here. So spread accusations or insults... but at least file a lawsuit! But only with evidence of my guilt, okay? — I asked.

- Yes… - Quite right.

- Fine! I exclaimed happily, but then I became serious again. — Is it considered so?

After thinking for a while, the Hero finally answered:

- Better ask Fire.

- I will do so, - my voice was full of fake amusement.

What a beautiful forest.

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I've been ridiculously calm the last week. No screams, obscenities… minimal indignation. At dinner, I watched the unfolding drama of the Todoroki family with indescribable pleasure, barely holding back a smile. It was very moving to watch Fire kneel before the altar of his eldest son. A dead first child… which is understandable, since why would an altar be needed for a living one, although if the relationship in the family is downright disgusting, then… Sigh. “Family is not my topic,” I think, eating a candy. “But I would definitely like to see it from the outside.” I did it purely reflexively, as soon as I found sweetness in my pocket.

I really wanted this. It was impossible to describe how strong. And… It meant something, didn't it? Last a whole year! So... I allowed myself one little prank.

I think it was a man. Or is it still a woman? In general, office plankton. In principle, and without a difference, in the end everything is the same - a bag of bones. And, of course, I chose the forest as the scene of the crime. This is a wonderful, quiet place. So lively and secluded!..

It was impossible to use the code and erase... it (we will stop on this option). Moreover, I wanted more. Spectacles and blood! And knowing that the slightest misstep wouldn't crumble the victim to dust just made it all the more fun. First, wrapping her wrists and ankles, I hung her on the threads. Then he summoned the bone, broke it, and began scratching zeros and ones on the skin, whispering maniacally: "Stay determined." Probably, it was still a woman, the voice was painfully high. But I only learned this when she screamed for the first time, then pierced the lady with a broken bone. After that, he tortured me in various ways, most likely for an hour and a half. That is, he launched a couple of bones into the victim's stomach, strangled them with threads (she, in the end, died from this, it seems), beat right through, cut off her fingers, tore off her nails... etc. etc.

All in all, it's amazing that she lasted this long. I refer to the quirk, although I have no idea what it was.

But now the fiery hero knows that I am behind him. It's not very good, but catastrophically still falls short... yet.

After that incident, I thought a lot (or not, here's how to look). And... Saint Asgore, it's just great that I was still not in my favorite clothes then!

…if I hadn't been able to wash my jacket? Shorts? Mike? It would be bad. To me. Due to an overabundance of feelings, I would have gone to reboot, then with an empty face I would have sat over the loss. Maybe even cried. I don't know for sure, I've never been in that situation before. And it's excellent.

And not only from clothes, removing blood from under the nails is also not easy...

Smiling slightly, I waved my hand and adjusted my glasses. The hero frowned, but only a minute later got up from his knees. It's a fucking closet. The light only lying down - and that's not a fact - will be lower than me. Annoys.

Three months later, I killed a citizen again. This time it was definitely a man. And it came out much cleaner. That was a rush of feelings... For the second time, I approached the matter with a clear - as far as possible - head. And, again, in the forest. I literally didn't get my hands dirty. I made holes in the palms with bones, after connecting my hands with them and with the help of threads... Gently, as best I could, I pierced the feet and sewed them together. And in the end, having folded and tied the head, palms and feet with threads, it turned out... I don’t know what it is, but it seems I’ve already seen this somewhere.

— Error, what are you-

And then another…

— What are those boring questions? I asked lazily, trying to look at the altar more closely, but such a beautiful (or not) view is blocked by one candle. - Come up with something new. I'm sure you will succeed! I thought of that, - I draw a curved circle in the air with my hand.

And more, and more...

- What are you talking about?

Amused myself for four years as best I could.

- Blah blah, - I made a face. - Let’s go, and we’ve wasted so much time here.

It wasn't even always limited to my magic. Once, for example, I drowned some guy.

Fire and his usual scowl followed me out of the room. Then, mentally praying... to someone. Let's say chocolate. I abruptly grabbed the hero by the shirt and teleported us into the forest, just as quickly putting my hand in my pocket and nervously taking out the tile. I fucking hate touch. While the victim did not have time to orient, he sent a rain of bones at her. Two… No, three times to make sure he passed out. Otherwise, it will burn to hell the forest with which I have so many good memories.

But no matter what I do, at least once the victim managed to hear the phrase:

Passed out.

Stay determined.

Exhaling sharply, I finally tied up Fire. And he waited for something a minute, impatiently eating a chocolate bar, probably in the same way as someone would smoke a cigarette. And yes, nervously stomping your foot. He closed his eyes for a second. Inhale. Exhalation.

Really, chickened out? You've wanted this for so long. Until the fulfillment of desire, literally, ten steps, no more.

Now is the easiest.

Act.

I grabbed the hero by the threads with which I tied him and again used the "shortcut". I almost dislocated my shoulder, because the destination was the air, and the Light of the Wardrobe. It is worth clarifying that the candle did not fall on solid Japanese soil, but on... the one on the nearest mainland. And it coincided so well - again the forest! When the hero was at my feet, I sighed again and smiled, smacking, just in case, the man once again five times in the head with a bone. No risk, I reminded myself. "Although... My hands are itching to try him, but... you can't risk it."

And now we need to finish beautifully. It will be enchanting!

I summoned a few dozen—from fifty-three to a hundred gaster blasters—and fired accurately at the unconscious body. The flame may overheat. It's enough to discourage me from just slitting the guy's throat.

I've never had a conscience before. And then, I doubt it will.

- How bright, - I grumbled, adjusting my glasses and watching the death of hero.

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One death led to another. Others, to be precise. As far as I understood, some villain grabbed the second son of Fire and... So, what did Bomb say? Not finding her father, Doll's sister sent my classmates home, after putting them in a car with a driver. After the vehicle was attacked by a criminal. As it became clear later, the man longed to die, but only at the hands of a fiery hero. And he also had the eldest living son of Fire hostage. As a result, the Hero and his comrades defeated the villain, but… ten people died, sort of? It's just that the police arrived there and got "under a hot hand", at the wrong time, in general.

Eventually, the two classmates returned to their dorms in the early morning. Dark, indeed. But that's always the case when someone dies. Decay, despair, darkness and so on.

Soon Prospector was declared missing. And after that, Bomb began to strangely look askance at me, obviously suspecting something. He spoke about this for the first time in a lesson with the Almighty and cotton candy (damn tasty). It was a short sentence that I could barely make out over the noise from the breaking robots. "You will tell me what happened." Well, it came out only after a desperately joyful party in honor of the new semester. Everyone (but not everyone) wanted to believe that the Light was alive. And I did not dare to destroy their hopes... some other time.

- Come on, - the blond barked, as soon as we moved away from our classmates, - start your story.

- Well, if you want to listen so much… - I chuckled, adjusting my glasses. - In principle, there is nothing to tell. Although-

- Stop wiggling! Just tell me, - the guy switched to an angry whisper, - what did you do with the Prospector.

- Tch, - I rolled my eyes. - Okay, let's go. You can't talk about this without chocolate.

Having risen to the second floor and having reached the end of the corridor, only I entered the room. Bomb remained in the aisle with a strange expression on his face.

- What are you stuck on?

You call this room "room", others "den".

- Oh, right, - I muttered, nodding, and pulled some tiles out from under the bed. - Come in already.

Shaking his head with a frown on his face, the blond followed my advice.

- Don't you think it's too dark in here?

- I have lived in a very, very bright place for too long, so that when the opportunity to make it darker appeared, I didn’t take advantage of it.

- It's clear. So-

- Yes, yes, Fire and what happened to him. I remember. Everything is quite simple - I killed him, - shrugging his shoulders, he answered, and then I grinned. - Or do you need details?

- What are you?

- Ha… Killed him. What is not clear? - And in response to me a look that said: - Are you serious?

Once again I remember why you have no friends. You are a serial killer, he is an ordinary schoolboy, a student - attention! - on a hero. Of course the poor guy is in culture shock right now...

- Are you protecting him? - Without waiting for an answer, he turned to Bomb. - I wasn’t joking when I said that I had an idea how to kill Fire.

Now the teenager had an even stranger expression on his face. I was clearly not understood. It is sad. Highly.

— Would you like some candy? — I suggested. “In addition to my surprise.

- Okay, - the blond replied, only frowning harder. I threw him a "consolation prize".

Вomb still stood for about five minutes, and when the guy was about to leave, using the "shortcut", I was next to him and said, smiling:

- I hope you understand that you have to keep quiet about this. Killing such a small fry will not be difficult for me. But it's just too much noise, so... Be kind, keep quiet and the Doll won't get hurt.

— What does Halfhearted have to do with it? — A classmate asked in a low voice.

- Oh, so one is not enough? - Surprise appeared on my face. - I can add... Hmm, say, Fearless, Pink, Tailed... Yes, even the Mummy! Choose who you want.

- One Half will be enough.

- Excellent. Looks like the deal is done! — I smiled. The blond is gone.

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So, if you briefly describe the events of the past two months, then... well, in a nutshell, it definitely won’t work. For starters, for most of this time, Bombshell kept the terms of the deal, but still the guy broke them. How did I get it? You know, when you leave for a reboot, you come back, and even your vision has not had time to fully recover, and the class teacher is already trying to tie you up - although, it would seem, it was an ordinary weekday, and I slept more than annoyed - this is saying something. I'm lucky I managed to teleport. In another country, people passing by were chatting in some other language. But it wasn't that far away, the magic would have been enough to go back and forth, and for something else.

In any case, after moving all the sweets in the dorm room to the forest and changing clothes, I began to look for a place where I could stay. Several hours of searching paid off. A small abandoned apartment in a particularly criminal part of the city suited me. Dark and cold. Then, after about ten minutes the Voice mocked me, because I could not find the place where exactly in the forest there was chocolate, I freaked out and threw bones into the nearest trees.

Why are you doing this to them? There are more interesting targets.

And I remembered. I quickly moved the sweet to the apartment - I found it! — and after checking the time (according to the sun, evening), he teleported to the hostel. From the cries it was easy to determine the location of the Bomb. The doll was there, as were all the other 1-A students. There was no time to delve into the situation, but it seems they were ... taken away somewhere? Again, I can't say for sure. In general, I tie two of my classmates with threads and use the “shortcut”.

Guess where?

Good old-

Forest! I will never get bored, I am sure of this as strongly as I am in chocolate.

- What the hell, Glitchy bastard?! - As soon as the slight dizziness passed, the blond growled.

— What are you? Forgot? — I was surprised, but Bomb did not get the expected enlightenment. - Remember we made a deal? - Oh, a faded horror appeared on the gloomy muzzle. - Yes, yes… You told my little secret, and I’m really on fire with indignation, - a gaster blaster appeared behind me, - heh. And so that none of you try to use a quirk... hmm... - I turned the summoned bone, and then broke it, still carefully examining it. - Invented!

Quickly teleporting to the abducted, he swung and hit the doll painfully on the head with a bone, the same with my second friend. After hung up, using threads and trees. And then he “went” for chocolate and, while there was time, tried to plan the future torture of the victim.

- The light didn’t die too easily, - waving his right hand somewhere to the side, and with his left, breaking the fingers of a guy with multi-colored hair. Bomb watched this with broken wrists, no. It was bright, enchanting, spectacular and somewhat ironic, but still ... not enough, - I sighed. - Okay, I don’t have anything else to say, so I can knock you out too. - This time he kept his promise - he did not use a quirk. Well done.

— Bakugo! - Approximately half of the students exclaimed when the children noticed a missing classmate.

True, the joy did not last long. As soon as you see the face and wear the almost-hero, you understand that something terrible has happened. But the blond was silent, refusing to answer the indecisive questions of his acquaintances. That was until Aizawa arrived. Then the boy whispered hoarsely: “He killed him. It's my fault". The teacher turned gloomy and tried to take the broken body of his (already former) student from the teenager, but the guy, despite the broken bones (a miserable parody of Midoriya), clung to Todoroki with a death grip. In the end, after ten minutes of quiet persuasion, Eraserhead succeeded. And the man with the dead man in his arms and the teenager went to the Healing Girl.

Other children were crying, groaning and filled with determination. Gloomy, really.

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Итак. Есть проблемка.

Я уже как восемь дней в бегах и… уже семь раз менял место жительства. Чертовы герои находили меня и пытались поймать. Нарушил закон, называется… Пару раз даже встречался с Мумией. Мужчина, кажется, стал ещё меньше спать. Ну, его здоровье это не моя проблема. У меня она чутка иная. Видите ли, какого-то чёрта не меньше сотни героев объявились в лесу, где — какое совпадение — я наконец-то додумался скрыться, и они явно не семинары устраивать собрались.

Найдя своего бывшего одноклассника, Героя, максимально вежливо (насколько это вообще возможно залаганным и раздражённым голосом) поинтересовался о том, что здесь происходит. Парень, увидев меня, вздрогнул, собрался с мыслями, помрачнел (но это так, в кратце. На лице подростка было просто неописуемое количество выражений. Страх и гнев — в том числе). Но, в итоге, попытался задать вопрос:

— По-

— Не тот вопрос.

— Зачем тебе это?

— Спрашиваешь так, будто делишь мир на чёрное и белое, — отмахнулся я. — Давай ещё раз: что здесь происходит?

— М-м… — Герой отвёл взгляд, но быстро вернул его к моей персоне. — Устраиваем рейд на Паранормальный фронт освобождения, — быстро протараторил мальчик.

— Кого?

— Ну… Это Лига. Обновлённая Лига. К ней присоединились последователи Дестро.

— Угу, — важно кивнул я. — Ясно. И?

— Что?

— Что дальше?

— Я… эм…

— Ладно. Где Айзава? Хотя бы примерное местоположение

Получив ответ, использовал «короткий путь» и оказался в толпе героев. Ключевое слово: толпе. И пока не ушёл на перезагрузку, переместился чуть левее.

— Мумия! — Позвал я.

— Что ты здесь делаешь? — Ровно, но с толикой праведного отцовского гнева спросил Сотриголова.

— Собираюсь… повеселится. Ну, и помочь вам, раз на то пошло, — лишь пожал плечами я.

— Парень, ты же в курсе в чём тебя обвиняют, да? — Поинтересовался Детектив.

— Да, — было согласился я, но потом вспомнил, что не о всех убийствах, совершённых мной, знает полиция. Или они всё-таки осведомлены. — В общих чертах.

— Почему ты здесь? — Вернул себе внимание Айзава.

— Я же гово-

— Причина, — настаивал мужчина. Видимо, в его столь рациональном мышлении не укладывается вся нелогичность действий такого маленького сумасшедшего, как я.

— Ну, раз ты так просишь, то… — Я на секунду задумался. — Искупление. Я уничтожил две ваши боевые единицы и сполна могу их восполнить. Сойдёт?

— Вполне.

— Отлично! — Я хлопнул в ладоши. — Так… Что вы собирались делать?

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Идём мы по коридору больнички клином из героев, меня, и Детектива. А потом на глаза попадается доктор, который Ному создаёт, и Мумия активирует свою причуду (волосы бросают вызов гравитации) и оказывается, что Доктор-то не беспричудный.

И этот бренный оказался смертным.

Старик начал скукоживаться, превращаться в живую мумию (не в обиду некоторым личностям), потом Крик психанул и начал кричать на несчастного злодея. Как всегда в такие моменты, не хватало попкорна. Очень сильно. Поэтому у меня всегда с собой шоколад!

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…о том, что старик — Доктор Зло, персонал больницы и не догадывался, но это не помешало мне тихо захихикать, когда какой-то парень назвал злодея «добрым». Не, ну забавно же. Потом стайка героев быстро рассеялась и эвакуировала всю больницу. А потом был момент, который мне всегда нравился. Мумия своим шарфиком связала Доктора, при этом грозно, строго и, конечно же, мрачно произнося:

— Все люди, с которыми вы поигрались и которых вы отшвырнули в сторону… Все они говорят: «Это наша расплата», — потом старик начал молить о пощаде (правда, не очень убедительно, кто улыбается в такой момент? (я не в счёт (никогда не молю о пощаде))). Но это не то. Любил я всегда другое. Неожиданное появление множества Ному — может послужить примером. Хотя самоплавление Доктора тоже неплохо выглядело. Подумать, конечно, можно будет и потом, ведь сейчас самое время развлечься!

Быстро убрав плитку шоколада в карман куртки, — ради её же сохранности! — в предвкушении сделал маленький шаг назад и бегло оглядел помещение или то, что от него осталось. Моя улыбка стала только шире. Вокруг полнейший хаос! Стоит признать — от причуд есть некоторая польза. Возможно, они даже чем-то превосходят магию. Но сейчас не об этом.

На меня прыгнул какой-то неказистый и неаккуратный Ному… это, конечно, если сравнивать с тем, что был в USJ. Отработанным движением руки вытащил нити и загнал монстра в сети. На долго это противника моего безмозглого не задержит, но я вполне себе успеваю призвать несколько костей и пригвоздить…

— Лепнину?

Можно ли так назвать Ному только из-за того, что-

Сойдёт.

«Вот и нет проблемы», — подумав, кивнул я и призвал три гастер-бластера. От Ному осталась только горстка пепла. Удовлетворённо хмыкнув, чуть было не попал под когтья моей следующей жертвы (как же удобно), всё-таки увернувшись. Монстра постигла та же участь, что и его собрата по несчастью.

Эх, воспоминания… былые времена…

— И не говори, — согласился я, потом озвучил свои мысли, сражаясь с Ному побольше предыдущих. — А являются ли они все родственниками? Просто… — Быстро поправив очки, призвал с дюжину костей, отправляя их за спину, где нити засекли врага. Те, кстати, постоянно рвались из-за слишком буйных героев. Раздражает постоянно обновлять их. В конце концов, даже моя магия не бесконечна!.. — Они принадлежат к одному… виду. Но при этом, в прошлом их ничего могло не связывать, понимаешь? — Превращая в пепел Ному, поинтересовался я.

Так, да. Я не понимаю, почему ты думаешь об этом именно сейчас.

— Я тоже. Но, — опять уклоняюсь, только в этот раз из-за неудачной атаки героя, — у меня не очень хорошо получается контролировать свои мысли. В этом, в принципе, и необходимости нет, так что… Проблем нет.

Ладно.

— Ладно, — поправляя сети, кивнул я. А после оглянулся. Завораживающая картина. Хоть я и предпочитаю чистую работу, но что-то есть в этих оторванных конечностях, разбросанных повсюду, душераздирающих криках, крови на плитке некогда бывшего больницей здания… Ах, да, что-то я опять отвлёкся. Ному. Точно, есть ещё парочка, которых смогу убить. Остальных, к сожалению, успели разобрать герои.

Однако, не успел я и толком расстроиться, как появились другие. В нескольких смыслах «другие». А потом пришлось уклоняться. Мельком меня посетила мысль, мол, надо бы телепортироваться отсюда подальше, но я быстро отогнал её. Просто чувствовал, что должен досмотреть это представление. До самого блядского конца. Иначе никак.

И вправду, кому нужны лёгкие пути?

Явно понимая мои намерения, решимость остаться, Голосу оставалось только одно — сарказм. Чем он и пользовался.

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Что ж, атак, нацеленных убить было много, пространства вокруг меня… не очень. Да, конечно, присутствовал герой, который, использовав причуду, защищал всех, но. Мне не слишком сильно нравится быть в толпе, понимаете? И, в конце концов, у меня появилось несколько царапин и пуля (или чем там стрелял Ному; очки разбились ещё в начале обстрела) в плече.

Весело, что сказать…

Правда, старый добрый гастер-бластер работает с этим монстром так же, как и с другими. Весьма и весьма смертоносно. Бам! И нет Ному со странными ногами.

Телепортировавшись чуть вперёд, обнаружил безрукого Кролика и Доктора. Использовав «короткий путь», поинтересовался у бегущей Мумии: «Сколько ты дашь мне шоколада за спасение героя из первой десятки?» Мужчина незамедлительно бросил строгий, мрачный, «сейчас не до твоих шуточек», короткий взгляд на мою персону и, не получив колкого замечания, посмотрел ещё раз. Уверен, увидел Айзава стандартную пустую, но при этом не менее безумную улыбку и полускучающий взгляд. Всё-таки, есть небольшой шанс достать шоколада.

— Сколько захочешь, — и это стало его промахом. Я, в конце концов, большой сладкоежка…

Если ты не сдохнешь сегодня, то сделаешь это после получения награды. Заранее: было ошибкой познакомится.

— Договорились, — я телепортировался обратно и быстренько, но чтобы Кролик осталась жива, замотал героиню в нити. — И не нужно сводить меня в могилу раньше времени.

Ты собирался убить себя, когда закончишь с работой. У тебя слишком беспечное отношение к смерти.

— Здрасте, — сказал я, взглянув на окровавленное лицо. — Ты как?

— Что? Какого чёрта здесь забыл такой шкет? — Быстро проговорила женщина, удивляясь. — Не важно… Шигараки… Он там! — Я осмотрелся. Что ж, то, что теоретически могло быть телом Рукофила, находилось не в самом лучшем виде, будем честны.

А потом, — конечно же, как без них-то? — появились Ному. Ну, герои тоже подбежали к этому моменту, так что, переместив Кролика подальше от бойни, я успел увидеть, как Крик бьёт Доктора. Красиво. Но стоять в воде в сланцах — явно не моя мечта. Оглядев пространство, нашёл причину… потопа. И слегка удивился тому, что вместилище беловолосого злодея разбито.

Само же тело злодея валялось на полу. И один герой подошёл к мужчине и сообщил:

— Его сердце не бьётся! — У Доктора тут же случилась истерика. Старик болтал о чём-то связанном с тем, что посвятил чему-то жизнь, но я не особо вслушивался… лишь прищурился и сделал шаг назад, сунув руки в карманы. С минуту смотрел, застыв, на Рукофила, но потом всё-таки помог добить гигантского Ному.

Потом было много восторженного шума, но не долго. Правда, как-то приглушённо всё это доносилось до меня. Краем глаза заметил, что практически все отошли, ведь ещё остались чёрные чудовища, которых надо убить. Я собирался последовать за ними и вдоволь повеселиться… Я не сдвинулся с места ни на дюйм, пристально смотря на мёртвое тело злодея. Это казалось неправильным. Слишком легко. Я… Это похоже на ложь, сладкую сказку, где всё заканчивается хорошо. Это-

Ты не моргаешь уже минуты две. Что такого интересного может быть в покойнике?

— Будто сам не знаешь, — глухо, тихо, еле шевеля губами, ответил я. Голос промолчал. Глюков стало больше. И, наконец-то, тело соизволило двигаться. Правда, лишь на полшага назад. Но всё ещё слишком близко: белые мокрые волосы, худое тело и обтягивающую кости бледную кожу я видел до сих пор. Чуть ли не восхищённо наблюдал за неподвижной картиной. На фоне всего остального выделялся шум воды, что каплями ударялась в образовавшуюся на бетонном полу огромную лужу. О том, чтобы использовать магию, я даже не задумывался.

Герой, который объявил Рукофила мертвецом, что-то делал, всё время перекрывая вид на злодея. Это дёрнулось. Ожило. А потом…

— Дерьмо.

…глюков было как никогда много.

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Он хотел посмотреть, как человек горит, борется, но затем уступает пламени, которое он когда-то называл слабым и бесполезным. А в последнюю секунду, когда Старатель сделает свой прощальный вздох, Даби раскроет правду, а затем мужчина умрет, и все будет кончено… Энджи Тодороки погиб бы из-за одной из своих неудач. И это было бы жутко забавно.

Да, может, всё было бы не именно так, но, по крайней мере, близко к этому. Тойя планировал свою месть, хоть и известно, что следовать планам несколько проблематично. Несмотря на это, злодей всё равно продолжал представлять свою победу, что с каждым днём, парень это чувствовал, становилась всё ближе и ближе.

Но потом объявили о том, что герой номер один, Старатель, пропал. Сначала злодей впал в недолгое недоумение: кто это сделал? Ведь точно не они, Даби бы знал. Более того, раз дело касалось этого горящего куска дерьма, сам всё бы организовал. Но нет, исчезновение Тодороки-старшего никоим образом не было связано с ними.

Кто?

Мешая другим мыслям, крутился в голове у злодея один и тот же вопрос. Но вскоре лицо убийцы блядского первого номера начал крутить по телевидению каждый кому не лень. Даби был, мягко говоря, в ярости. Потому что это должен был быть он. Он, чертов старший, считавшийся мёртвым, сын огненного героя, а не школьник, которого однажды похитила Лига.

Потом любопытные СМИ выяснили, явно упиваясь скандалом, который становился всё больше и больше, что этот же ребёнок похитил двух своих одноклассников, но после вернул обратно в академию два истерзанных тела. Одно живое, а другое мёртвое. Интересный факт: трупом был некий Тодороки Шото. Так же неизвестный, как брат Даби. И злодей сомневался в том, что ему чувствовать по этому поводу. Вроде должен горевать, ведь мальчик был его семьёй, но… Тойя его практически не знал. С тех пор, как они виделись в последний раз до «смерти», прошло много времени. Очень много. Поэтому дилемма решилась тем, что Тодороки-теперь-уже-старший вздохнул и захотел убить Эррора Санса (о, мужчина запомнил это чёртово имя) чуть больше.

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Старателя воспевали как великого героя… и это раздражало. Поэтому даже смерть этого ёбанного ублюдка не помешала посмертно осрамить его имя.

Я был по-настоящему счастлив в этот момент.

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Когда кто-то убивает человека, которого ты сам хотел грохнуть это не приносит облегчения, нет, не в том случае, когда жаждешь мести. Нисколько. Я, конечно, знал, что сука Судьба меня недолюбливает, но чтоб настолько?.. Даже не подозревал.

Кажется, у меня никогда не получится нормально, собственноручно отомстить. Это разочаровывает. Столько грезить о чужой смерти, придумывать самые извращённые способы убийств… и всё зря.

Это ужасно, вопиюще несправедливо.