I just noticed that my writing when sleep-deprived actually is better than when I'm not. Although it comes with the cost of numerous typos. This sounds like a trade.

Anyways enjoy the rest of the chapter
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Sans was out patrolling again, he was keeping his eye on this little meeting. There was a gang of people inside this abandoned warehouse, they were discussing about the drug called 'trigger'. It's painstakingly abundant in the area, a good quarter of the criminals he managed to capture was under it's effects.

He always sees drug dealings of it in sketchy alleyways, obviously he never intervenes. That would be bitting down more than he can chew. It's way too dangerous to paint a target on his back, he didn't even know how extensive this operation is anyways.

He eyed each of the 6 people that was present in this little debriefing. The one that stick out the most has a crow mask that was awfully similar to a literal yakuza gang. This so called yakuza gang was already dispersing slowly as a raid back then messed them up.

The said six people started their meeting. Sans kept quiet, he kept listening closely to what they're saying. He would've recorded it for evidence if he had any. This was the day he thought he didn't need his recorder, look just how wrong he was. He narrows his eye sockets as he curses his luck. The listened closely to what they had said. It was fucked up to say the least.

Sans fled after hearing enough of their rambling, he didn't need to stay there, or else he might get caught.

He would've hacked the criminal's laptop that was used for the meeting if he knew how to. He only knows how to hijack not hack, meaning he'll need wires to allocate the information, to which obviously there arent any.

After he fled, he was going to the red light district. Which conveniently is at the south side of Musutafu. It's dangerous to patrol here, even villains know this. Gangs were abundant here each having their own so called territories.

More than six months in this bullshit, you'll definitely learn a thing or two on surviving on the streets. It wouldn't be even surprising if a crazy woman wielding a knife come up in the alleyway you're in, to mug ya. Very fucked up, but hey, that's life.

And life always tries to shit on you.

Because of the information he obtained earlier he's aware of the dangers two certain people are in. So he opens his phone deciding to warn two people specifically

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KetchupLover9000: i know about the drug ring the police will be dealing tonight.

KetchupLover9000: dont go. it's a trap

DetectiveHolmes: And how in the world do you know about that? It's a secret operation

KetchupLover9000: the cops are noisy, unlucky for them i have good hearing.

Eraserhead: How noisy even are the cops? You know way too much.

KetchupLover9000: they blabber way too much. it's basically just same as gossip.

DetectiveHolmes: I'm starting to believe that you are a cop, but witness accounts says your too short for that.

KetchupLover9000: I'm just fun size ;)

Eraserhead: Say that to yourself brat.

KetchupLover9000: Its easier to slip in anywhere and take a nap with my size.

Eraserhead: it's way too early to deal with you.

KetchupLover9000: it's afternoon.

Eraserhead: Still too early

KetchupLover9000: anyways, just don't go to the operation.

DetectiveHolmes: We will go. That's our job

KetchupLover9000: you might die, you know?

Eraserhead: Still our job. I will head the warning.

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They're definitely pretty stubborn. No amount of convincing would've worked.

Sans closed his phone and slipped it back into his pocket, casting a wary glance around the bustling red light district. The shadows danced under the neon lights, and the distant sounds of the city seemed to amplify the tension in the air. His instincts told him to stay alert; even though he was used to the dangers of the streets, this particular situation felt different. The drug ring was more than just a small-time operation—it had connections and reach.

His thoughts drifted back to the meeting he had overheard. The gang's discussion about "Trigger" was unsettling, especially the involvement of that crow-masked figure. If the yakuza's remnant was involved, the operation had a level of organization and danger that extended beyond the usual street crime.

As he made his way towards a quieter part of the district, he saw a familiar figure in the distance—Eraserhead, casually patrolling, as always. Sans knew he couldn't approach too closely; revealing himself would be a mistake. Instead, he decided to follow from a distance, keeping an eye on Eraserhead's movements. If the detective and Eraserhead were going to the raid, Sans wanted to be sure they were safe—or at least be prepared to intervene if things went south.

While he trailed behind, he kept his phone handy, ready to send a quick message if necessary. As the minutes ticked by, Sans' mind raced through possible scenarios. If the police operation was indeed a trap, it was likely they would be ambushed, and not just by low-level thugs. With the yakuza's involvement, there could be higher stakes.

Eventually, Sans decided to check in with the only other ally he trusted in this mess—someone who might have more insights into the situation. He sent a quick text to a contact known only as "Binary," a tech-savvy individual with connections in the underground world.

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KetchupLover9000: binary, i need a favor. can you dig up any recent intel on the yakuza’s movements?

Binary: How many screws loose do you have tonight to be poking a nest of hornets?

KetchupLover9000: something big is brewing tonight.

Binary: On it. Although I'll definitely need more Intel than just 'Something big is happening'...

KetchupLover9000: there’s a raid planned by the police, but it’s a trap.
the yakuza’s involved. need to know what they’re planning.

Binary: Sure, this'll be done in a jiffy.
[*Kitty-cat_Thumbs up*]
I'm going to update you as soon as possible.

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Sans tucked his phone away and focused back on Eraserhead, who had stopped and was now conversing with a few officers. It was clear they were preparing for the raid, finalizing details. Sans took a deep breath, knowing that whatever happened next, he had to be ready. The stakes were high, and the consequences of failure could be dire—not just for the police, but for everyone caught in the crossfire.

Sans knew he couldn't sit idly by. With the information he had, it was clear that Eraserhead and Detective Tsukauchi were walking into a carefully set trap. He had to act fast.

Navigating through the labyrinthine alleys of the red light district, Sans took advantage of his agility and stealth. The night was growing darker, and the lights from the street lamps cast eerie shadows that danced along the walls. He had to be careful; the yakuza and their allies would be expecting trouble, and he couldn't afford to be spotted prematurely.

As he approached the location where the raid was set to take place, he saw the police vehicles parked discreetly around an old, dilapidated warehouse. The officers were gearing up, their voices low but filled with a palpable tension. Eraserhead and Tsukauchi were in the middle of the action, their expressions serious as they discussed their strategy.

Sans moved closer, finding a vantage point behind a stack of crates. From his concealed position, he could see the warehouse's entrance and the surrounding area. The plan was clear: the yakuza had positioned themselves strategically, and their men were already taking positions to intercept the police.

The signal for the raid came, and the police moved in, their entry marked by the clatter of equipment and the sound of shouting. The yakuza responded immediately, opening fire and throwing makeshift explosives. Chaos erupted as the two sides clashed in a furious exchange of gunfire and explosions.

Welp this definitely was a trap no doubts.

Sans didn’t hesitate. He dashed out from his hiding spot, his movements swift and calculated. He dodged bullets and retaliated with precision, taking down several goons who tried to flank the police.

His primary focus was on Eraserhead and Tsukauchi. He spotted them taking cover behind a stack of barrels, Eraserhead using his quirk to neutralize threats and Tsukauchi directing the officers. Sans moved through the fray with efficiency, clearing a path towards them.

"Need a hand?" Sans called out, his voice carrying over the din of battle. Eraserhead glanced up, his eyes narrowing in recognition.

"You're not supposed to be here!" Eraserhead shouted, barely audible over the cacophony.

"Didn't have a choice," Sans replied. "The drug dealers set you up. Keep your head down!"

Eraserhead held his shattered goggles in efforts to use them. Since if he doesn't he'll probably give more leverage to the enemies than intended. After all his eyes are indicators for his quirk.

"Here. Just give it back to me once the fray is over. I haven't finished making it" Sans says as he hands some goggles from his pockets to Eraserhead.

"The hell is this?" Eraserhead says in confusion as he uses the goggles

"What? It's just a simple goggles I tweaked" Sans says increadously

"You sure night-vision and trajectory type of shit, is labeled as simple? Is this the same thing your currently wearing?" Eraserhead questions.

"Nope, this is just an ordinary one I got from a store. I never have used that" Sans answers, tapping the glass while at it

"You two should stop the banter. We still have enemies" Tsukauchi says, firing off bullets to the enemies

Sans threw a couple of bombs he made, disorienting the enemies and providing a temporary respite for the police. He moved swiftly, his attacks precise and effective. He was a blur of motion, striking down yakuza operatives and clearing a path for Eraserhead and Tsukauchi.

Despite the chaos, Sans managed to create a momentary lull in the battle. He moved in close to Tsukauchi and Eraserhead, his presence a strange but welcome addition to the fray.

"We need to get out of here and regroup!" Tsukauchi yelled over the noise. "The enemies have reinforcements coming in!"

Sans nodded. "I can handle the rear guard. Get your people to safety."

Eraserhead hesitated for a moment, but the urgency of the situation was clear. He signaled to Tsukauchi, and they began directing the officers to fall back, focusing on covering their retreat. But he was definitely worried about the Vigilante taking care of the rear all by themselves

'Welp time to take this off. Gotta blast off' Sans said to himself as he took the gloves off and flashed his eye. Although he's still pretty sad that he's now technically officially labeled as a Vigilante like this since this is in fact his first time using his 'quirk' but its a self-defense situation so he's excused from the law, after all they attacked first. So technically, he's the sufferer and they're the assailants, although he's not the one primarily injured.

Sans fought his way through the remaining yakuza, using his bones and shit to create distractions and openings. With a final push, he managed to hold off the enemy long enough for the police to regroup and pull back. The warehouse was left in disarray, the enemies's plans foiled for the moment.

As the last of the fighting subsided, Sans took a moment to catch his breath. The police had managed to withdraw without heavy casualties, thanks in no small part to his unexpected intervention.

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Sans slipped his gloves back on, ready for a slippery escape only to hear footsteps behind him.

Eraserhead approached him, his expression a mix of relief and irritation. "You have some explaining to do."

Sans gave a wry smile. "Just doing what I can. You asshats decided not to listen to me."

Tsukauchi, still catching his breath, nodded in gratitude. "Thanks for the help. We owe you one."

Sans slipped away from the scene, his skeletal grin never fading. He'd managed to help Eraserhead and Tsukauchi, but there was still much to be done. His mind was already working on the next steps.

As he made his way through the dark alleys, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, “Well, that was a ‘grave’ situation. Glad I could 'boneʼ up and help out.” His puns were his way of coping with the stress of the night, a small comfort.

The city was quiet now, but Sans knew better than to let his guard down. He headed back to his hideout, a nondescript place that served as his base of operations. The place was as plain as a ghost's joke, but it had everything he needed: a computer, a few maps, and a comfortable chair that was surprisingly soft for a vigilante’s lair. Although it definitely was way too run down for comfort

As he entered the place careful not to step on any traps , he sighed, “Looks like the yakuza’s plans were a real ‘blast’.” He chuckled to himself, then started going through the intel he’d gathered.

He had to find out more about the drug "Trigger" and its distribution network. Sans knew that the yakuza weren’t going to give up easily, and the information he’d overheard was just the tip of the iceberg.

His phone buzzed, and he saw a message from Binary. He opened it, his grin widening as he read the update.

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Binary: Found some details on the yakuza’s recent activities. Seems they’re gearing up for a big shipment. Might be worth checking out.

KetchupLover9000: perfect. i guess i’ll ‘ghost’ over there and see what’s up.

Binary: Don't break a leg.

KetchupLover9000: isn't the saying supposed to be 'break a leg'?

Binary: [kitty-cat_Shrug]
I don't like the literal meaning.

KetchupLover9000: makes sense
Are even going to sleep tonight?

Binary:..no comment...

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He hit send, feeling a bit more at ease. At least he had a lead to follow. With a stretch, he started preparing for his next move. As he gathered his gear, he mused, “This night’s been quite a ‘scream’. But hey, if I’m going to keep up with these guys, I’ll need to stay on ‘track’.”

His phone buzzed again, this time from Eraserhead.

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Eraserhead: Thanks again for the help. We owe you. Just… don’t make this a habit.

KetchupLover9000: don’t worry, I’ll ‘bone’ up on my schedule and make sure not to ‘drop in’ too often.

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With a final chuckle, Sans headed out, determined to crack the case wide open. The night was far from over, and with the yakuza still at large, he knew he had to stay sharp. After all, in his line of work, it was always better to have a few good puns than none at all

Sans moved through the streets with a renewed sense of purpose. The night was cooler now, and he adjusted his jacket as he headed toward the rumored location of the yakuza’s next big shipment. His thoughts were a mix of strategy and puns, a peculiar way of keeping his spirits up.

As he arrived at an old dockyard, the scene was just as sketchy as he expected. Cargo containers and rusty shipping crates loomed in the shadows. Sans slipped into the area, his stealth skills as sharp as ever. He kept to the shadows, his presence almost ghostly as he observed the activity.

The yakuza were indeed preparing for a major shipment. The area was bustling with activity, and Sans could see men unloading large crates from a truck. It was clear they were expecting something big. Sans pulled out his phone and sent a quick message to Binary for any additional intel.

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KetchupLover9000: hey,you're right. it looks like they’re gearing up for a big shipment. got any more info?

Binary:Yeah, they're moving a large stash of "Trigger" tonight. They’re planning to distribute it to several key locations.
It’s a pretty big operation.

KetchupLover9000: got it. looks like I’ve got a ‘load’ of work ahead. thanks for the info. send the locations over

Binary: [*Kitty-cat_Okay*]

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With the details in mind, Sans decided to take action. He needed to get inside the operation to gather evidence and disrupt their plans. He began to sneak closer to the crates, careful not to make a sound. The plan was to cause enough of a distraction to scatter the yakuza and then gather as much information as he could.

Just as he was about to make his move, he heard a familiar sound—footsteps and voices. Civilians... Why are they here? Sans needed to act quickly to ensure they didn’t get caught in the crossfire.

He decided to create a diversion. With a quick glance at the surroundings, he spotted a stack of barrels and tipped them over. They clattered loudly, drawing the attention of several yakuza members. As the goons scrambled to investigate, Sans used the distraction to slip past them and into the heart of the operation.

He found a laptop connected to the shipment’s logistics. It was his chance to get the crucial information he needed. Using his skills, Sans managed to bypass the security and start downloading files about the shipment and distribution plans. Welp that was a piece of cake. Its nice having someone that knows how to hack.

While the download was in progress, he overheard a yakuza member talking about a planned meeting spot for the distribution. It was crucial information, but he needed to get out before the yakuza returned to the area.

As he prepared to leave, he texted Eraserhead and Tsukauchi one last warning.

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KetchupLover9000: heads up, there’s a big distribution plan happening tonight. you might want to check it out.

Eraserhead: Noted. And thanks for the heads-up.

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With that, Sans slipped away into the night, leaving behind the chaos and confusion he had sown. He made his way back to his hideout, feeling a mix of satisfaction and relief. The yakuza’s plans were in disarray, and he had managed to gather crucial evidence without revealing his true identity.

That's a pretty accomplished day and what's better to finish it with spending the rest of the the day in bed. Heh, he'll definitely won't go patrolling this time around

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Bahaha this entire shit just sounds like a vigilante izuku midoriya story from ao3. Don't mind me im literally just following what the previous owner of the account made. There's some chap plans left here for me and I'll probably follow it.

Btw, Binary is just a simple oc don't mind em that much. If you guys like him I'll add the guy more often.

-ImN0body
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