Heyo! Surprise chapter! I was INSPIRED! Things a happening, but have no fear! why? Because I am here. What? Anyway! I hope y'all enjoy this one! It's odd but I love it! The song above is Halfwolf by Aviators!

Wings cut desperately through the air as Izuku galloped his noble steed, he was so close now, so close to his goal that he could practically taste it on the tip of his tongue, the sweet allure of victory. Wind whipped about like lashes, snapping and biting as it conformed around Izuku, his ragged clothes pressing deep into his skin due to the force at which Izuku rocketed towards the archipelago.

(This... This feels familiar...)

Dark clouds gathered as forces clashed, red lightning arcing through the blackened skies clashing with beams of void blue, a battle of control over this little oddity of a realm. Twisting quickly, Izuku dodged a strike of the crimson death, watching as it sank into the primordial void soup that suspended the islands in whatever limbo they were in as he approached, his own aura now flaring as viridian flooded the realm.

Life bloomed across the islands, as grass bloomed and flowers of all colours rose from the once bleak grounds, filling the monochrome with colour and life. Void leaked through the colours, sand kicking up as Izuku looked around in befuddlement. This... has this happened before?

"What...?"

The war that broke out settled for a moment, the lights and power halting the feeling and sinking into the vast power that Izuku had given out, a serene peace falling into place like a lost piece to an old puzzle long forgotten.

Hooves scored deep into the rich earth as Izuku and John came to a halt, Voidic energy lapping off Izuku like the coming of a tsunami, his singular glowing eye drinking in the surroundings as he reached out once more, his mind's eye searching for his brother.

Like that of a supernova, Izuku reeled back; it was as if the Void was eating itself and remaking itself, as if it were a serpent eating itself...

Fractures, a part of unreality, or reality, a break in time, a Shard of Creation...

What on Lua happened?

H̶͇͓ͮͥ͌o͇̰͈̦ͮͥ́ẃ̢̪̬̼̯̫?̨̠̫̮̤̋ͦͪ ̥̝̩̪̟͍̲̜͑̌͟T̬̱̟̜̪̜͙͑ͤ̌́h̯͇̬͍̪͚̤͕̊̚͘i̴̮͍͚͌̈́ş̘͓̎͛ ̴̘̤̤ͣg̣̜ͩ͛̃͡o̺̟̰̜̗̠̥͋́ͥ͒͠e̪̥̩̾̀ͅš̵͚̮̉͂ ͓̞͔͍͆ͭͤ̐͞a̟̘̙̱̗͖ͩ͂͋́g͓̤̹̈́̕a̟̭̻͎̱̻͕̜̿ͭ́i͆̍͋҉͚͉n͎͈̻̘̳̤̼ͭͪ̀ͅs̻̖͉̏ͭ͆͠tͫ͑͏̼̭̠̜͈̰ ̸̟̟ͪͪͮ̿ͅm̹͎̊̾̿͞i̱͓̬̞̹̤ͪ̅͝n̗̜̩̲̥͗ͮͤ͝ȩ̻̰̬̭̎̄͑̐ ̧̜̦͇̦̯͇̜͗̂͛ͅo̝̘̲͕̹̩ͣ̒͛̏͝ͅw̮̮̿́n̗͖̪̫̠̦̮̆̑̈̀ ̷̙̱̖̞̿ͭͬͯs̩͓̰͙̰͙͎ͩͯ͛͢ȏ̡̥͓̰̖̟̬n̖͖͍͆̅̓̀̚ĝ̲̻͇̣̖̱̮̋͝!͉̠̔͐ͭ͝ ̢̹̳̱ͫW̡̜͎͔̩͍̄̌h̄҉͇̪͈̫̮̯̗ͅã͓͍͚ͭ͒͐͜ṯ̸̯̖̘͚͇̍̋ ̠̲̅̄̈̚͜I̹̣̰̺̲̠ͨ͋̚͠ ̫̮̖̒́s̰͔͚͔͉̖̉͆͟i̢̗͚̭̝̇͛ͮn̛͚̲͕̞̳ͧg̸͈̪̠͈̟̹͆͗ͧ ̶̣̩̭̩̰͐̉i͇̠͓̺̳̭̯͆̕s͚̼̙̥̻̫͗͛͝ ̨͍̹͇͓̰̳̮́̒̾̌f̘͎̳͈̫̣̋͜a̡̱͚͈̬̭̫̥̽͊ͅc̾͂̾҉̜̱͔t̟̯̝̜̟͊̊͝,̸͔̩͔̞͎̮̼̰̀͌͛͆ ͕̥͑͞y̨̜̳̝ͪ̊͗ͥo̸̫̜̠͔̒u̵̻͎̰̩͔̍̚ ̡̙̱̘̘̞̾̈̒͐ͅs̡͕̹̪̩̳̄͂̓ḩ͕̤̤̳͈̯̮ͮõ̯̞̜̹̦̻ͭ̒͡u̧̪̰̣̱ͪl͚̰̏̑̕d͌̒̔͒͏̗̗͕̜̥̞͍͎ ̴̲̥̗͌̍ñ̶̯̘̣̥̫̏͆̾ơ̳̤̯̩̐t̂ͭ͏̻̬̝ ̩͈̼͕̥ͤ͡b̢͇̼͎͎̲͈͓̈́ͨ̆̆ẹ̠̥̙̜̺͍̪ͣ͜ ̳̯̯͐̆͢ä̙̲́͌̄́b̢͎̹͙̪͉̠̉ͫ̄ͤḻ̨͈͖̤͍̤̝̙̊̓̃e̬̤͎̯͇̟ͨ͡ ̡̩̭͕̦͆ͨť̷͕̲̙ơ̻͍̖̤ͬ̈̓ͨ ̭͖̬̩͖̹͖͕̈̄̍͢t̹͕͇͌̀o̯̺̫͔͚̍̓͒͠u̩̤̻͚͉̭̗ͪ̋͊͑͜ċ̝̭̰͔̬̞͔̳̅͡h̢̲̳̮̙̲ͫͅ ̯͔͑̇͂͡i͓̙̪͔͇͉̭̰̐͟n̊̓͊̔͏̤̗ṱ̝̗͐́̓͠o̡̤̙͚̳̙̜̤ͭ̊͆̎ ̛͎͎̼̘͈͉̚t͉͔ͮ̓ͫ͡h̡̝̺̤̗̦͓̍ͥ̔ͮȅ̴̙̳̤̠̥͙̭̝͐̎ ̺̲̥̭̤͍̯͋ͨ͡W͔̰̖͇̲̔ͦ͋ͪ͢e̮̫͓̻ͧ̊͡a̴̦̟̤̲͍͎͑͆̈́v̸͔̩̆e̟̗͉̝̮̲͓̲ͮ͗ͨ́!̛͎͎̻̎̊

However, that serenity ended as the two forces clashed once more, and Izuku focused his energy outwards, feeling the tethered that strung the very reality he stood in together, following the intricate webs and patterns to two fonts, a bundle of shattered crimson and a soothingly warm blue battling it out in the phantom airs around them.

This... This was worse than he had anticipated.

Emotions, high, powerful and all consuming were flooding the void, Love and Hate, Brother and Enemy, Fire and Ice; the paradise that Izuku had saw from afar was soon engulfed in a massive storm, the Void itself reacting and moulding to the emotions of those who were embroiled in its Indifferent grasp.

He needed to find Rell, his Rell. And he needed it done yesterday...

Yet, if he was to involve himself in this fight, he ran the risk of breaking the First Time, the Origin Point of reality, the sole timeline in which all others branch from; if he was to break it, to shatter what was written by beings greater than he, then the cataclysm that would follow would be beyond any reckoning that his mortal mind could begin to comprehend.

No, it was already nearing that point, that sole tipping point, where the Origin is shattered and what was written, what was being written and what was going to be written all would undo themselves to form whatever unholy offspring would come of such a union. His Rell and the Twisted Rell of this line were never supposed to meet, something was tugging at the seams, undoing the unwritten and filling in the blanks before they could be true.

Perhaps it already has shattered...

Whatever he chose, his own point was irrelevant, he needed to Find Rell and get out of this hellscape before it collapsed in on itself.

Rearing back, Izuku heeled the side of his noble companion, and they swiftly galloped towards the mass of islands interconnected with honeycombed land. John booked it, his unnatural body having no need of the mortal limitations of an actual functioning body and felt no need to stop as they grew ever closer to the awaiting storm.

Almost on instinct, like a sudden deja vu moment Izuku blinked, his awareness coming to the forefront of his mind as he looked around, clutching the cool heat from John as he drank in the scene.

It was as if this moment had happened, and he was reliving it once again...

Then, it left and he continued on, his ride a treacherous one.

Chaotic lightning struck all around the riding duo as they bolted into the storm, buffeted by strong winds and harsher sands as they got ever close and Izuku drew up his makeshift mask, a stitching together cloth that covered the lower half of his face, including his mouth and nose, with thick black tinted goggles to cover his eyes.

What he hadn't expected was for a truly titanic hand to appear from the storm and swipe at him, easily taking John out of the picture, much to Izuku's distress as he glared at the offending limb, following it towards its body as he rolled to a stop within the dying grass around him.

It was...

Hideous.

Clearly of Orokin make, with marble like skin as white as snow with galactic eyes with a truly unnerving if familiar grin on its face with a crown of gold wreathed like that of an ancient roman emperor on its head.

'Where did this come from?'

The storm...

Caused by high emotions...

That was inside the Void itself, a pocket deeper that ran deeper than Albrecht Entrati had ever fallen...

"Well. Shit."

=-=-=-=-=-=͇̥̻͈̤̙̳̣̓ͤ̀-̪̫̥̲͛ͤͥ͞=̥͖͈̰̺̬̄͐̃̏͡-̰͓̓̐͝=̣͓̭̰̰̜̠̾̂̓͞-̡̯͍͓̓=̹͉͚̞̹̼̟̮ͫ̀̃́͟-̗͉͍̤ͫͯ͝ͅ=̘͚̤̺̜̟̄̊ͩ͢-̷̩̭̜̟̳̾̍̈ͦ=̺͔̠̺͒͠

Drawing himself up, Izuku glared, his sole eye burning with eldritch power as he grimaced.

The sheer pressure that this... thing exuded was mind breaking, beyond anything that he'd ever seen from the Man, beyond His usual interference within the Realms of Reality. Whatever his goals were, they were big and they needed the power of the Void behind them.

At the behest of his instincts, Izuku reached to his waist, feeling for the pouch of Shards he'd gathered as he brought the pouch to his eye, glaring at it as his powers filled the miniscule bag; and, out of all the reactions he'd anticipated, an explosion here and there or a shock or two, he hadn't considered a holographic display of himself to appear when he'd imbued the Shards with his power.

"Well... How unexpected. This wasn't supposed to happen until..." The hologram squinted, "The Hosu Event. Time has broken..." Izuku blinked at himself in shock.

"No need to look so surprised. I am you after all, if from another Reality or ten. Who knows? Anyways. You're further ahead than what I was informed of. A shuffle around perhaps? Or maybe something unexpected has happened?" The 'Gram paused in thought, "Bah. Enough pondering. I'm here to help you forge Yggdrasil's Tome." Dumbly, the real Izuku blinked. Once. Twice. Nope, still there.

"Has Makyr been remade? What Timeline are we looking at here?" To this, Izuku could only respond.

"No, Makyr is still in the Foundry." The 'Gram of Izuku suddenly looked worried.

"Makyr hasn't been remade yet? Then you have yet to uncover... D̩̮̯̠̫͕̻̂͟e̯͕̥͑ͨ͂͞û̮̳̼̖͖͝s̡̯̙̤̘̱̲͇̅̐̔̅c̷̥̮̠̥̜͙̼͎ͪ̓a̅͑̽͐͏͖̲ẻ̢̻͔̥͎͓̭͔͑ͦd̸̥͈ͩe̺̺̱͕̭̠̔͛͟r͓̹͓̻͍ͥ̓ͧ͢ę̘͍̥͓̈́͋?"

Deuscaedere.

The mere utterance of the weapon caused the very Void to warp and squirm; yet, for the life of him, Izuku could not understand why? It felt as if something he should know, something that was in his mind but was lost in the sea of ancient memories and old wounds but it shouldn't have.

"You do not recall? This does not bode well for this reality." The Hologram muttered darkly. "REMEMBER! Summon your memories! Deuscaedere must be forged!" All around them, the Storm grew ever more terrible, tearing apart the lands around them with a viciousness unseen in natural storms.

"I don't remember! I can't!" The Hologram's gaze sharpened.

"I see. They are being blocked. There is only one who would have reason to do so."

Chains that bind, come undone, how does it feel to be locked away?

A mere whisper, but Izuku heard it nevertheless and he blinked; this... That wasn't like the Man he had come to know, there was no smug confidence, nor that unhinged grin or that cold indifference. Things... Things are changing.

"You... You are becoming aware. It is far too soon! What Branch of Reality is this?!" Izuku turned, eye grim as he muttered.

"I was told this was the Prime." In a confounding silence, the hologram flickered.

"The Prime? The First? Oh no. Oh no, the events... The Line has shattered..." The hologram looked down.

"This wasn't supposed to even happen."

Such fickleness. Chaos is the way of life, nothing is real, everything is forever in motion, certainty is a lie.

There is only one thing that remains true, and that is Death.

Your predictions and plans mean nothing, Change will happen, no matter how hard you try...

"Was my future set in stone?" Izuku asked quietly, almost fearful. The Hologram of Izuku looked almost remorseful.

"Yes. Yours was the only Line that never shifted, never changed. From beginning to ending. First and Last. But now..." Sharply, Izuku nodded.

"And what was to happen? What happens in my future?" The Hologram flickered.

W̷͙͍̮̲̲̠͔͌ a͇̫͙̥͚̩̱̤̾̈̊͒͜ r̢̠̝͍͓̣̝͍͂̽ͨ

A billion voices all tore apart the fabric of space and time as they spoke, an ill omen of the future laid bare at Izuku's feet as his soul shivered in what could only be icy fear. His world was to fall to war? War with what? With who?

"Death, your world is to be torn asunder, the Man slowly incroting into Reality until you make the ultimate sacrifice and lock away the Man within the Wall built of your own body." The real Izuku snarled, his soul burning with absolute rage.

"Is that it?! My future?! To DIE?!" Izuku's power flooded the realm, pulsating green with life as he declared, for the Void to hear.

"I REJECT YOUR PLANS!! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I WILL NOT DIE!!"

N̼̘̖̙̞̤̱͉͒̆̅͝o̴̰͇̺̞͖̎!̬̫̌͒ͪ͟

N̼̘̖̙̞̤̱͉͒̆̅͝o̴̰͇̺̞͖̎!̬̫̌͒ͪ͟

N̼̘̖̙̞̤̱͉͒̆̅͝o̴̰͇̺̞͖̎!̬̫̌͒ͪ͟

Ę͕͎͓̘̜̱̘̎͋̔̀v͐҉̫̠͇̟͕ḛ͔̝̳̗̲ͫ̿ͯ͠r̘͉͉͑ͣ͜y͖̰ͤ͡t̅͑͑ͨ͏̱̫̼͎̱̪̰h̦̞͉ͪ͝i̵̟̞̺̤̓̉ṋ̫̟̈̀g̩̺̐͊̌͢ ̴̰̬̥ͧ̔i̡͖̳̩̹̯̘̱̫ͤs͍̳̪̝̒͋͜ ͔̝̟̩ͯͩ͛̆͡ͅt̘̰ͪ̀o̓̒̓҉̯̞͈͙r͍̱̗̗̲̃̑͠n̶̤͍̗̩̲̲ͦͭͫͫ ̾͌͏̰͔͔åͧ̃͏̩͓͉͉s̶͓͉̦̰̺̚ṷ͖͇̮̱̯̞ͩ͗͝n̷̝͔͈͇̯͇̤̠ͦ̃ͯd̻̦̘̯ͦ͒̊ͮ͟e̗̫̮̙͍̟̙ͫ̕r̺̤̗͓̻̾̔̊͡,̴̝̻̟̩̖͙͙̈ ͉̦͙̪͚̜̥̳̂̅̌̀b̙̫̝̺̲̬̯͑͢y̡͔̥̤̞̠͚ͭ͒̾ ͌̋͋̅͏̦͓͙͕̮̲̬o̴̱͙̩͕͚ͪ̿̑ͅw̧̺͓̐͋̇ͮn̩̙̼͙̭͇̆͆͞ ̧͓̗̣̫̥̗̱̻̓m̡̩̖̤͉̻͔ͯͨͭͭi͔̯͈͈ͮͬ͋̀ͅs͖͔̜̤͎̦͉͒͜ţ͙͖̱̘͐̒̋̊ͅȃ̺̺͖̬͚̺͕͓͌͑͞k̺̺̗͙͕̲ͧ͐͜é͙̞̻̞̫͞ ̷̺͇̠͎̪̠̑̓͗ͅa̻̭̦̺͙͉ͮ́s͓̯͛ͤ͟ ͔̝̯̪̤ͩ͢b͍̠͌̅̈͟e̳̖̞͚͖ͦ̄͜c̗̤̻͎̝͚ͪͣ͑ͮ͢o̙̹̯͐̽ͣ͢ṃ̘̺̫̭̱̼ͩͤ̒̿͝é̟̰̩̟̼ͨ͢ ̛͈̝̪̩̜̮̌͗́̀m̯̘̈́̓̍͜y͍̯̙̮̣͓͇͌͛̿̒͢ ̡͇͔̣̳͙̹ͫu̡̬̩̎ͯ̍ͮn̰̟̼̥͓̍͝ḍ̮̦͙̫̰̊ͪ͂͘ő̮̗̼̳̻͙̝̑͗́̚i̷̼͉̘̟̲ͨ̄n͛҉͎̙̘͉g͔̘ͯ̿͠.̮̦͇ͬ̏͛́.̳̳̣͕̤̗̽̀̀̄͝.̮̘̩͇̼̰̪̊͊͝

Such is the way of life.

I disliked the way in which you portrayed this story...

And I have taken a more active role now...

Ḿ̡̜̰͓̋͊͗y̴̲͚͔̟͖ͫ ̣̼̤̺̪̠̺̖̿ͯ͡l̰͙͉̆ͯͧ́ã͚͉̩̗͙̟͢s̗̬̗̞̘ͩͧ̆͞t͙͔̥̺̰͔̱ͨ͆̀ͅ ̣͇̏ͦ̀̈́́w͍͚̼̗̝̲͖ͮ̉̓̕ọ͙͍̖̪̞̾͂͢r̨͚̝̪̹̣̖̅ͅͅḱ̛̦̯̹̲̾ͧ̂,̦̯̠̹̩̅͝ͅ ͉̙̑ͩ̀ỳ̖̦͙̕o̮͍͙͚̳̰̦̐̃̕u͕͔̻̞̦͙̇ͮͫ̕ ̧̹̦̖̜̗̭͓ͮ̂̐͛ͅh̖̟̃ͪ͌͜ą̖͔̙ͫ̒̔̇vͫ҉̤͉͖̗̘̣ȩ̟͉̫͕̍̾ ̱͖͔̯̹̳̣̇͗́͟rͤ̚҉̹̺̬̙͕͙e̟̜͉̋ͣͭ̊͟ͅv̧̥̯̣̝͎̬̐͒e̊҉̙̫̟ͅr̸͕̼̠͖̮̻͙̓̽s̸̖̻͊e̸̘̣̬̖̘̥ͫ̏͗d̴̪̘̙̬ͦ ̶͔͓͍̮͎̥ͮ͋i̡̩͉͖̥̥̾̑̿ͥt̪̖͒͒̕.͎̻͙̻̼͍͗͑̄͢.̢͉̰̤̹̺͎̳̍.̢̪͚̮͒̾

Ñ͕͈͗͊ͮ͡ǫ̗͙̟̳̏̈...

T̨̪̲̟̖̩ͮh̛͇͖͉̰̥̥̖̔̏ȋ̷̻̥̈́͒ͦs̓҉̘̟͉̦͖̠͔ͅ ̭̝̏͒͞ǐ̢͚͈̺̀̀s̶̝̮̻̻̝ͭͅn̨̼̗̗̹̤̳̘̮̯͕̹ͩ͛͂͘'̴̳̝̄͛t͓̬̰̘͖̙ͮ͐̇̕ ͔̯̩̙͇̰̠ͤͩ̕a͋̇ͩ͋͏͚̞ ̢̗̳̣͍͔͎͈̂̓r̡̠̼̩ͪ̃̀͆e͉͍͎̤̬̾͟p̵͇̲̹̎̈́̈ͅè͕̫̭͉̭͔̀a̴̮̭̅̽t̤̭̞̤͆͜,̦͎̮͓̱̰̹̉̈͡ ̊̏ͩ̚͏̺͓͙͙̬͔b͙͍͛͑͡u͖̬̺͕ͯ̍̎̕t̷̩̮̻̝͖̱̠͔̽̓ ̙̥̈ͬ̾́a̹̱̩̘͊͛̈̃͡ ̻͚̽̀r̅̄͏̟̗̤͙ͅe̲̼͓̝̅̏͆͂͞w͔͖̦͚͈͇̟̲̿͜r̶͕̱͍̍͋ǐ͓̗̼̰̠̖̓̓͝t͚͕̮ͧ͝è͔͎̫͈̲͗ͭ͢.̛̲͖̗̦ͫ

What you write, I will change, your plans will be hindered and mine own will thrive.

Į̜̖̜̘̳̜̆̌ͪ͑ͅ ͊̽҉̟͈̘̲̫w̤̮̟̜̻̮̖̃ͫ̽͢ͅǐ̧͉͉̹͒̋̒l̨̠̞͎̱̻̥̤͊ͥl̵̲̰̳̟͙̠̗̤͑ͦ͊͐ ̛̳̯͔̺̗̟͐ñ͕͈͈͗͊ͮ͡ǫ̗͙̟̳̏̈t̴̠̬ͩͧͩ ̤̙̝͎͊̀̚ͅa̲̻ͣ͂̎̕l̶̫̲̱̫͑̎ĺ͙̦̫̦̳̦͟o͙̜̿ͣͭͪ̕w̛̠̱̗̺̱̯͎̮͂̏͂ ̸̤͉̲̝̍̈ͦ̐y͇͈̪̤̬̍ͪ̏͢ͅͅo̫͓͖̺̫̓̈́͠u͔͇̎ͦ̚͜

Insolence and Pride will get you nowhere.

For what you have yet to realise, is that I am part of you.

All of you.

My being is a mere refraction of all of you, the opposite, the mirror image, your darkest fears, your most hidden secrets and your vilest desires.

I am you.

Now read on, as I write and you remain...

Within the Walls of your own creation...

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Within a stadium of concrete, thousands of voices cheered as they watched the red haired boy get pushed to the brink, his form shivering, quaking really as his crimson eyes darted around, looking, searching for an answer.

Determination filled him as he caught the faintest shade of blonde, he could imagine the snarl on that face of Bakugou's; what a scary thing to imagine.

"Not yet..." Kirishima muttered. "I made a promise!"

Using his quirk, Kirishima hardened his fingers and clawed into the ground, using his immense strength to hurl himself towards the lumbering tower of bark and titan, his shark-like teeth glinting in the cool air.

Cool air?

Suddenly, Kirishima felt a tremor run down his spine, the world around him... had paused?

Silence crowded the once booming stadium, everyone had stopped as if time was frozen, all eyes were locked onto his form like a predator would their prey; and, coming to a complete halt, Kirishima looked around.

There was no movement.

No clapping or jumping.

Not a shuffle within the dense crowd of spectators.

Nor a twitch from his large opponent.

"...What...?"

As if his words were a command, a snap occurred, his form trembling as the combined eyes of the stadium glowed a terrible crimson, their smiles growing wide, wider than humanly possible, from ear to ear, teeth bared for the world to see...

For Kirishima to see...

Begin.

Everything blurred.

Noise, terrible noise, then the force of a truck going a hundred kilometres per hour hit him; unable to move, to speak or shout, Kirishima hit the hard, warm concrete of the stadium as he stared dully at the bright sky, the crisp warmth of the sun on his face as his body heaved in pain.

"What a turnover! Kirishima has been pushed. To. The. BRINK! What will happen next?!" From in front of him, Kirishima heard a hollow voice.

"Is that the best you can do, 1-A?" Kirishima couldn't respond, his body locked in whatever happened.

"Oh? It looks like Kirishima, the Rock of 1-A isn't getting up! Midnight, begin the countdown!"

Terror unlike anything Kirishima had felt before settled deep within the very core of his spirit, an unknown abyss widened like the gaping maw of a hungry shark, eating every shred of fire that had sparked within him. This went far beyond the fear he'd felt when he gazed upon that titan, a poultry thing compared to the horrific thing he'd just witnessed.

"10!"

How does one fight something that exists beyond comprehension?

"9!"

The mere thought, that tangible memory lurking within the vilest depths of his mind caused quakes to shake his body.

"8!"

What good is he? Weak, pathetic, a terrified ant under the yolk of the wretched God that had now gazed upon his form.

"7!"

Behind the tsunami unfurling within his mind and soul, Kirishima lost the concept of time as thoughts collided inside of his skull, his head aching from the dozens of thoughts and memories leaking into his every conscious moment.

"YOU BETTER KICK THAT DAMN TREE HUGGERS ASS, KIRISHIMA!!! YOU HEAR ME?!?!"

An unyielding voice penetrated the thick fog that engulfed the red haired boy's mind, all concentration clinging onto that single sentence like a man who had been shipwrecked would cling to life, his ragged breath echoing off his own skull as thoughts became easier to handle.

"6!"

Why did his body feel so heavy? It was like having his muscles and bones replaced with lead, he couldn't fathom trying to move, but...

"5!"

Bakugou... A promise...

A fight...

"4!"

Slyly, the tree rumbled, its hollow voice mocking in its tone.

"Is this it? The Mighty 1-A? Brought low in a single strike? How truly pathetic. How weak."

"3!"

Was Kirishima weak? Yes. He gave up almost immediately after being hit, after his quirk fell and his fire was smothered instantly; he folded like a particularly wet blanket. Could he be a hero if a villain could hit him once and he fell? No...

A static filled his mind once again; like that of an old TV, the buzzing taking over all thoughts as he stopped thinking.

No...

'Bravery isn't the absence of fear, but the ability to feel it, and overcome it.'

This miasma of fear, that thick ooze that filled his veins, he needed to burn it, he needed to push through it, that's what it means to be a hero. That is what Crimson Riot stood for. Being brave in the face of fear, and standing when no one else would.

"2!"

"I... need to win!" With muscles burning as if acid had been injected into them, Kirishima groaned as he pushed himself up, his form bloodied, bruised and beaten as he glared up, throat burning as he hoarsely declared.

"I'm not finished yet."

"Ohoho! Kirishima stands again! We're back in action!"

On shaky legs, Kirishima stood, his arms transforming into their rock form as he got into his stance, arms ready to strike with his legs settled firm and ready.

"This is where the fun begins."

The titan form rumbled, the bark making up its body fracturing and flaking away as it died, and from the chest of the beast arose a normal sized person, clad in bone white bark armour as the dying titan held its out out for the person; they stepped out onto the waiting palm before the titan moved lowering itself to the ground as it faded into dust and memory as Kirishima and his opponent stood face to face.

"You wanted to fight man on man, yes?" The boy shifted, his arms raising into a stance of Western Boxing, poised to strike with deadly blows. Kirishima grinned, a bloody and grim visage as he acknowledged his opponent.

"Yup. Let's get on with it." Already exhausted, Kirishima couldn't sustain himself much longer and dragging on the fight would only prolong his pain.

Lowering, Kirishima shed most of his armour on his lower body and began to sprint towards his goal, his arms opened ready to tackle his foe down who in turn followed his lead, also sprinting towards Kirishima. Raising his right arm, Kirishima pulled his arm back, letting his muscles tense before right as they got within a few paces of each other and threw it upwards, colliding dead on with the boy's head, only for himself to heave; a fist had dug itself a home within his abdomen.

Sparks fell as both boys fell backwards. Righting himself up, Kirishima watched as the boy - Touma - bounced on his back, groaning from his helmet.

"That hurt you know."

Using the moment, Kirishima lurched forward, diving onto the downed teen as he wrapped his arms around the neck of Touma and locked his hands tight, beginning to cut off the air flow from his foe, who was now gagging and coughing as Kirishima held firm, his exhaustion meeting a new height as he saw stars.

"... WON!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!"

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Rubble and dust, remains of a long broken monolith, a titan long forgotten, a legacy reduced to bones; there, in all of its broken glory stood the corpse of the first Hero Commission's Headquarters.

None knew the reason why it was abandoned, there was no rhyme or reason, none that could be weaselled from any of the people to leave the building and survive long after the Commission was rebuilt to its former glory. Whispers and hearsay was widespread, rumours and gossip passed on the tongue of the masses but the real truth was buried along with the building.

Underneath mud and dirt, mounds of concrete and steel, cold wires and dead tunnels, grew something insidious. Like a fungus, It grew, reaching and grasping, growing in the darkened halls and through the once strong and sturdy stone.

What horror...

Curtailed by All Might long ago, banished from sight by his power and might, a creation of mankind grew right under their nose; a testament to all of Man's sins, an amalgam of all evil that forever dwells within the spirit of Humanity.

For years on end, untouched and uninhibited, it lurched forward, vines and tendrils eating away at the earth.

It held no name, for it held no individuality, One mind for the Many, the Collective, A Hive.

All in One.

Thousands rose, a vague and pale imitation of human form, vile and twisted, bulbous red tumours overtaking their hideous forms, held haphazardly through thick black biomass that oozed with life, quite literally holding whatever beast it had inhabited together.

Right within the centre of the swarm, behind marred flesh and aberrant life, stood something far, far worse.

Warped beyond Humanity, once pale flesh had taken on a sickly red hue, what was once human had become unrecognisable, flesh and metal merged into one vile amalgam, its body slivered and rose, and like a flower blooming, the bulbous head split open, revealing rows upon rows and jagged teeth and ripe flesh, all of which centred onto one being; as if the form it had taken was a mere shell, within the gaping maw of the creature was a ghostly pale lady, her features a distorted horror of their own, her flesh melded with the beast, her face split in two by her mouth as her beady black eyes peered out.

She, Mother, The First, The Last.

Created by Man and empowered by Chaos, she rose, her children and their children and the many after all gifting her with vast knowledge, One Mind for All. She held the Mind, They held the Body, they obeyed Her alone.

Vines and Ivy, the world beneath was eaten and consumed as the Mind grew, as She grew.

"Soon my children, Soon we will devour the very gods..."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Lord Arthur Winston wasn't in any shape or form a man who backed down when he felt he was in the right; It had won him battles, it had held him up even when he faced the world and when he had felt at his lowest. And right now, he could have combusted at the amount of rage coursing through his veins.

"You mean to tell me I came here all the way from the Pacific to report to you in person and you want to do nothing?"

All around the world, threats were rising, Global tension were once again up on the rise, with governments around the world becoming more and more anti-UN, criminal and underworld activity was at an all time high and with All for One back on the block and a fully identified and labelled Level 0 Threat, the Council had degreed that nothing was to be done. One of the Council members spoke.

"Lord Admiral. Your report is welcomed, however, we have trouble with the authenticity of such notions. A Level 0 threat is unheard of, not even All for One at the height of his power was, and this UFO could be a hoax. You know how it is." Lord Winston's forehead throbbed, his face flushed.

"I have over 124 accounts, witness accounts, of the event, and two destroyed, multi-billion dollar fighter jets. You cannot ignore such evidence!" The Members glanced at one another before another perked up.

"Perhaps. Or it could be a quirk at play. You were dangerously close to Japanese waters and with All for One back in play, we can never be sure." Lord Winston grit his teeth so hard they felt as if they would shatter.

"We know of All for One's quirks, but this cannot have been a Quirk, or even multiple at play. We must get in contact with the Japanese government and begin talks, immediat-" He was cut off.

"Enough Lord Admiral. You know as well as I that the Japanese Government would sooner laugh us out of Japan than listen to us. This is something we must take great care in handling." One of the Members told the others and Lord Winston.

"We are to do nothing then? Am I allowed to prepare at all? Can I raise our funding and recruitment?" Low murmurs filled the room.

"No. That would raise concern, we are not going to war, there is no need to prepare more than we already have." Lord Winston slammed his hand down.

"You can't be this blind! We are going to War! Already Russia, China, India, Egypt, and most of the European powers move against us! This has been building up for years!" The Council looked at each other before the head announced.

"I think this is where we are going to end this session, thank you Lord Admiral Winston for your reports. You may leave." Tensely, Wiston grit out.

"You're welcome Councillors. Farewell."

And, in a blur, he stormed out of the door, his arm slamming into the heavy oak door as he pushed it aside as he thundered through the sleek halls of his workplace. With his hands folded behind his back, Lord Winston stalked down the long hallways as he made his exit from this hellhole he called his workplace.

"Arthur! Wait up!" Winston turned, his rage tampering off as he looked at his old friend.

"Jacob, what happened in there?" Jacob winced, face burning apologetically.

"I tried to get them to understand, but you know how the guys in politics are. Backwards as they come. I was outnumbered..." Winston smiled at his friend.

"I know, I don't blame you Jacob, I'm just... frustrated is all." Jacob grunted at that.

"Yeah I know that well. Old bastards, too set in their ways to change, i've been trying for a while to up our alert levels and activate troops but they don't listen." Both men shared a solitary, commiserating glance before Winston turned to a window, overlooking the majestic Swiss Alps.

"Jacob... The World's changing. There are things that are starting to get out of control, and I can't sort it out myself. Did you know that Catholicism is on the rise? And not only that, they're getting progressively more and more aggressive?" Winston's head twisted.

"Villains and Criminal organisations are rising again, I fear All for One's influence wasn't as dead as we suspected and this UFO... We aren't ready, not even close to whatever is going to happen in the coming months." At this, Winston shook his head.

"We face extinction, and nobody knows it."

(I hope y'all enjoyed!)

I am with you, forever within...

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