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"Expression through Writing and talking"
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In a vast clearing deep within the forest, the trees gave way to an open space dominated by the crumbling shell of an old warehouse. Vines crept along its weathered exterior, and rust clung to its exposed metal beams like scars of time. Though aged and forgotten by the world, one feature remained unnervingly pristine — the unmistakable logo of GeneSpark Industries, a glowing double helix wrapped in electric blue energy, etched into the side of the structure.
A sleek black car rolled silently into the clearing, its polished frame gleaming even under the pale moonlight. It came to a smooth stop just outside the entrance. The door opened with a soft hiss, and a tall figure stepped out — Eggman, flawlessly disguised as Taiga Natsuo Endo, or "TNE." His posture was relaxed, his movements confident.
Beside him emerged Izuku Midoriya, clutching his phone tightly in one hand. His eyes drifted across the decrepit building with unease. The setting felt wrong — too remote, too abandoned. Every instinct in him whispered caution. As he took a step forward, his gaze lingered on the warehouse doors, uncertainty growing in his chest like a slow, cold tide. For the first time, a question crept into his mind, quiet but sharp:Had he made a mistake coming here
TNE: (smiling gently) "I know what you're thinking — but don't worry. It's just an illusion, a safeguard to keep villains and prying eyes away. A little trick to protect what really matters."
Despite the unease coiling in his stomach, Izuku Midoriya made his decision. The thought of turning back flickered briefly, but it was crushed beneath a heavier weight — the silent implication that TNE knew where he lived. And more importantly, who he lived with. The risk to his mother was enough to quiet his doubts.
He followed TNE without a word.
The warehouse's exterior had done a flawless job of masking the truth. As the large doors slid open, a wave of cold, sterile air swept over him. What lay beyond the threshold was a stark contrast to the ruined shell outside.
Inside, the space transformed into a sprawling facility of advanced technology and clinical precision. The floor gleamed with polished steel tiles, glowing strips of light lined the walls, and translucent screens flickered with streams of data. Doctors and technicians moved efficiently from room to room, many clad in crisp white coats or scanning devices over patient charts. Some rooms resembled operating theaters; others buzzed with quiet conversations and the hum of machinery.
It was part hospital, part research center — and leagues beyond anything Deku had expected.
He stood frozen, wide-eyed, overwhelmed by the sheer scale of it all. The weight of the outside world seemed to vanish as awe took hold.
A light touch on his shoulder snapped him from his trance.
He turned to see TNE standing beside him, offering a warm, reassuring smile. To anyone else, it might have been comforting — genuine, even. But beneath that carefully crafted expression hid layers of schemes and secrets Deku couldn't begin to imagine
TNE: (gesturing proudly) "Impressive, isn't it? Now, come along — I've prepared a room just for you."
Deku: (nodding quickly) "R-Right… please, lead the way."
Deku's footsteps echoed softly as he followed TNE deeper into the facility. The farther they walked, the quieter and colder the atmosphere became. The halls narrowed and darkened slightly, lit only by thin blue-white lines tracing the walls and floor like arteries pulsing with quiet energy.
Eventually, TNE stopped in front of a large metallic door with no visible handle. With a soft hum, it slid open, revealing a chamber unlike anything Deku had ever seen.
The room was circular and pristine, almost surgical in its design. In the center stood a sleek, cylindrical pod—its surface glassy and lined with cables that led into the walls. Nearby, a transparent shelf held rows of glowing vials, each one faintly pulsing with color. The liquid inside shimmered in hues of electric blue, deep crimson, and golden yellow. Labels etched into the glass glowed faintly: Emitter. Transformation. Mutant.
Deku's eyes widened. These weren't just chemical concoctions—these were synthetic quirks. Bottled, categorized, and waiting.
Without a word, TNE waved his hand, and a holographic interface flickered to life above the pod. A large display unfolded in midair, projecting moving images and diagrams in sharp clarity. It showed a humanoid silhouette stepping into the pod, a series of lights scanning their body from head to toe. Then, the injection—one of the glowing vials being administered.
The simulation continued. Cellular structures reacted. Neural pathways lit up. Muscles shifted. Bones realigned. And then—power. An explosion of energy from the subject's body, visually represented by surging waves and glowing veins.
Deku stood still, eyes locked on the floating imagery.
He didn't need a narrator. He understood exactly what it meant.
What was about to happen wasn't just experimental. It was revolutionary… and dangerous.
TNE: (gesturing to the machine with calm confidence)
"Step inside. The system will scan your mind and body, then select and administer a quirk tailored just for you. Anesthetics will be released to ease the process — helps prevent panic and keeps everything smooth."
Inside the sterile chamber, Deku stood at the edge of the pod, heart pounding, breath shallow. Every instinct screamed at him to run, but the weight of unspoken threats—and the possibility of something more—held him in place. With a final, trembling breath, he stepped inside.
The pod's interior shifted around him with a mechanical hiss, sealing shut with a smooth metallic clunk. Dim lights blinked to life, and scanners began to hum as beams of light swept over his body. A fine mist filled the space—anesthetic vapor, lulling him rapidly into unconsciousness. The last image Deku registered was a red laser passing over his eyes, before everything went black.
Outside the pod, TNE's smile faded. With an elegant motion, he reached up and peeled away the wig and false features, revealing the familiar twisted grin and bald head of Dr. Eggman. His glasses glinted in the soft blue light as he turned back toward a waiting holographic display.
Data flowed across the screen—Deku's physical statistics, neural architecture, DNA mappings, emotional readings, and cognitive patterns. All meticulously cataloged. But to Eggman, it was theater. The scans were a ruse, meant only to convince Deku the system would select a compatible quirk. In truth, the decision had already been made. It was never about compatibility—it was about control.
Eggman stepped over to the glowing shelf, fingers brushing past multiple labeled tubes until he stopped on one: CQE – Type: Emitter. The vial pulsed with a deep black-and-yellow glow, unstable to the eye but stabilized in the hands of its creator. With practiced precision, he inserted the vial into a slot on the pod.
The machinery reacted instantly. Internal components came to life as the vial drained into a central conduit. Thin, high-grade needles deployed, aligning with Deku's unconscious form. They pierced the skin with robotic accuracy, injecting the synthetic quirk directly into his bloodstream.
Readouts stabilized. No rejection. No internal conflict.
Eggman allowed himself a rare moment of satisfaction.
The quirk—code-named Storm Cloud—was one of his most complex engineered abilities. Created from a fusion of four separate quirks—Cloud, Frost, Electrification, and a refined Water Control—it had taken months to achieve even basic compatibility. The foundational quirk, Cloud, was the most difficult to reproduce. Once belonging to Oboro Shirakumo, its rare properties had been twisted into the basis for Kurogiri's Warp Gate, obscuring the original's function.
But Eggman had done what few thought possible—reconstructed a stable version of the cloud quirk with expanded capabilities. Unlike the original, this variant allowed Deku to generate clouds that could shift form—into thunderclouds, ice clouds, or rain-bearing fronts—while maintaining density strong enough to support weight or strike with force.
It was no mere mimic. It was a weaponized evolution.
As the final drops of the glowing liquid were absorbed into Deku's system, Eggman stared at the pod with anticipation. His fingers danced over the display, logging the results. The boy had no idea what he had just accepted.
And for Eggman… this was only phase one.
Eggman:{Now the real question is… will you still inherit One For All when you meet All Might?
Or will you diverge from the original timeline… and become something entirely new?}
TNE adjusted his wig with precise care, ensuring every strand was in place before turning back to the console. His fingers moved swiftly over the holographic keyboard, entering a detailed set of instructions—an overview of the synthetic quirk now flowing through Izuku Midoriya's veins. The document described Storm Cloud's core abilities, potential applications, and introductory techniques tailored to Izuku's instincts and combat tendencies. Once finished, he printed the data to a crisp sheet, placing it neatly on the nearby table just as the pod let out a final hiss of depressurization.
With a soft click, the pod slid open. Light spilled into the chamber, washing over Deku's form as he stirred awake.
His body trembled slightly as he stepped forward, hand grasping the edge of the pod for balance. The anesthesia faded slowly, but his motor control quickly caught up. Within moments, he stood upright. Something felt different—subtly but unmistakably. His senses were sharper. His heartbeat steady. Energy pulsed in his limbs, like static beneath the skin.
Deku raised his hand, driven by instinct.
A small black cloud materialized in his palm—swirling, dense, and faintly crackling with arcs of golden electricity. It hovered in place, no larger than a baseball, but alive with potential. He stared at it in awe, his breath catching. Tears welled in his eyes and slid down his cheeks as the realization settled in.
He had a quirk.
He could finally become a hero.
Deku turned toward TNE, overwhelmed with gratitude, a radiant smile spreading across his face—one that needed no words. TNE offered a calm, warm expression in return, concealing the darker satisfaction beneath it.
Then Deku noticed the paper.
Curious, he walked to the table, still wiping the tears from his cheeks. He picked it up and began to read. The words on the page detailed his new abilities—how Storm Cloud allowed the manipulation of weather-based constructs, including thundercloud formation, freezing mist, high-pressure rainfall, and lightning discharge. There were hints of movement support through dense fog platforms, and even a suggestion of potential evolution through experience.
Deku held the paper tight, heart pounding with excitement.
Behind him, TNE said nothing.
He simply watched—his smile lingering
Deku: (smiling, eyes bright) "Thank you… thank you so much for everything, Mr. TNE!"
TNE: (placing a hand on Deku's shoulder)
"No problem at all. Now, head home — start training your new quirk. The world needs heroes… and you're on your way to becoming one."
Overwhelmed with joy, Deku dashed out of the now-quiet room, gripping the paper tightly in one hand. His steps were quick and eager, heart racing not from nerves, but from hope—a dream once thought distant was now within reach. He rushed to the sleek black car parked just outside, its door already open for him. Without looking back, he climbed in, eyes shining with possibility.
Inside the warehouse, the illusion unraveled.
As TNE calmly walked through the corridors, the pristine surfaces began to shimmer and break apart. Walls that once gleamed with sterile perfection flickered, then dissolved into showers of digital pixels. The doctors, the patients—every element of the illusion—vanished, one by one, collapsing into trails of glowing data. Chairs, equipment, screens—all disassembled themselves into light, leaving behind only crumbling concrete and rusted beams.
The transformation was seamless, orchestrated with precise control. What moments ago had resembled a state-of-the-art medical facility now stood as nothing more than a ruined, forgotten warehouse. A single room remained partially intact, where the pod still stood—now cracked and lifeless in the middle of a dust-coated floor.
Outside, TNE entered the driver's seat of the car.
The moment the engine started, the GeneSpark Industries logo above the warehouse entrance glitched, shimmered—and finally dissolved into pixels, just like the rest. What remained was a decaying, abandoned structure swallowed by the forest. Nothing more.
As the car eased onto the dark road, TNE stared ahead with quiet satisfaction, a subtle smirk forming beneath his glasses.
The first phase was complete. Izuku Midoriya had accepted the gift.
Now, Eggman would wait—not as a conqueror, but as a shadow watching from afar—to see if this young boy, this chosen test subject, would truly become the successor to All Might… or something else entirely
Eggman: {I wonder… will Izuku start talking about this? Or will he keep his mouth shut?
It doesn't really matter. (smirks slightly) But I am… curious.}
Hours later, the soft hum of descending platforms echoed through the dim corridors of Eggman's hidden underground laboratory. The massive steel doors sealed shut behind him as he stepped into the heart of his domain once more, having returned from delivering Izuku Midoriya safely back to his home. The boy's elation had been genuine—his gratitude, even more so. But most importantly, his silence was almost guaranteed. Eggman didn't need threats; the quiet pressure of knowledge—of knowing where the boy lived—was enough. Fear and hope were powerful motivators, and Izuku possessed both in abundance.
Crossing to a large, flickering calendar projected across a wall of monitors, Eggman's fingers danced through the air. With a quick gesture, he highlighted a date eleven months away: the scheduled start of the U.A. entrance exam. Another tap lit up a point one month from now—what, in the original timeline, would have been Izuku's fateful encounter with the sludge villain and All Might.
But things were no longer unfolding as they once had.
The quirk he'd implanted—the experiment now stabilized inside the boy—was already beginning to take root. Eggman wasn't just changing one event; he was changing the path of a generation. The butterfly had already flapped its wings.
Then, a subtle distortion shimmered in the center of the lab. With a sharp pixelated poof, Sage materialized in her usual silent, analytical grace. Her expression, blank yet focused, betrayed no emotion as she approached. Without a word, she extended her hand and conjured a floating holographic interface.
Eggman turned toward it with interest as data scrolled across the glowing screen. Tactical logs, signal pings, telemetry. At the center of it all—readings from the Egg Hammers deployed during the Musutafu attack.
One particular indicator pulsed on the map: U.A. High School.
Just as planned.
Among the debris left behind by the chaos, a broken module from a B-rank Egg Hammer had been recovered and transported for analysis. It was no accident. Eggman had orchestrated the assault not merely to pressure Izuku into contacting GeneSpark, but also to plant his technology among the heroes. The data they would extract, the questions they would ask—it was all part of the trap. He wanted their curiosity. He counted on their pursuit.
And now, a piece of him—of his work—was inside U.A.'s walls.
Eggman's smile returned, slow and confident. Everything was unfolding perfectly. Izuku Midoriya had received the key, and now the heroes had picked up the breadcrumb. The real game had only just begun
Eggman: (hands behind his back, gazing at a monitor)"Tell me, Sage — how long would it take you to gain access to U.A.'s servers and technology?"
Sage: (appearing in a flicker of light, voice calm and analytical)
"One month, if I prioritize speed — but that would raise suspicion. For full access without risk or detection… I'll need ten months."
Eggman: (nodding thoughtfully)
"Take all the time you need — stay undetected, stay safe. Now… on another note, how many Infiltrator Badniks are ready for field deployment?"
Sage: (projecting data onto a nearby screen)"Currently, five Infiltrator Badnik units are operational. However, only two are fully prepared for field deployment — optimized in both combat adaptability and behavioral mimicry. (pauses briefly) I've already fabricated identities and full digital records for those two. They'll pass background checks, academic assessments, and even biometric scans required for U.A.'s entrance exams. Integration will be seamless when the time comes."
Eggman: (smirking slightly, turning from the screen)"Good. Now, summon Cubot and Orbot — I have new tasks for them."
Sage raised her arm with silent efficiency, her presence still as calm and mechanical as ever. A hiss of steam escaped from a nearby wall panel as it slid open with a metallic clunk, revealing a cramped maintenance compartment bathed in a dim orange glow.
With a tangled mess of wires around his limbs, Cubot immediately stumbled out first, falling face-first onto the lab floor with a dramatic clatter. His voice box sputtered static as he scrambled upright, the wires dragging behind him like synthetic spaghetti. Balanced awkwardly on his head was a soft, cushioned sleep mask — the kind used for bedtime, patterned with cartoon sheep.
Floating serenely behind him came Orbot, gliding effortlessly through the steam with his arms crossed and expression unmoved. He too wore a similar sleep mask, pulled up to his forehead like a lazy visor. His tone would've been unimpressed if he bothered speaking.
Eggman stared at them both from across the lab, arms crossed and expression flat, the deep lines on his face forming a perfect mask of deadpan disbelief. The silence lingered for several seconds, broken only by Cubot's clumsy fumbling with the wires still stuck to his leg.
Sage, entirely unbothered, turned back to her console as though none of it were even remotely unusual
Cubot: (tangled in a wire, spinning in from above and thudding to the floor)
"Reporting for duty, boss! A-And just for the record — we were definitely not eavesdropping through the ventilation system again!"
Orbot: (floating in smoothly, arms crossed)
"I told you to stop using that ventilation shaft — and to quit eavesdropping on the boss every time he starts monologuing."
Sage: (materializing beside them, voice smooth and composed)"Though you must admit, big brother Orbot… Father's monologues do carry the flair of a Saturday morning cartoon villain."
Eggman: (casting a side glance, tone dry)
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that…
(turns sharply to Cubot and Orbot)Cubot. Orbot. I have a mission for you two — and that mission is: move out."
Cubot: (flailing dramatically)
"Wait—move out?! Please, boss, don't kick us out! I swear we'll get the rent money! Just give us one more week! We'll even clean the base!"
Eggman: (rubbing his temples)
"What are you even talking about? You don't pay rent to begin with (points to a monitor displaying coordinates) I need you two to relocate to a specific site — you'll accompany two Infiltrator Badniks and pose as a family. Blend in. Act normal. Try not to blow your cover in the first five minutes."
Orbot: (folding his arms with a tilt of his head)"For the sake of operational clarity, may I ask: what is the mission's objective, and where exactly are we relocating?"
Eggman: (gesturing toward a screen displaying Deku's apartment building)"You'll be moving here — the same complex as Izuku Midoriya.(turns with a grin) The objective: integrate the Infiltrator Badniks into U.A. without raising suspicion. Sage has already prepared new identities for you.(mockingly dramatic)You're now a lovely little family from Hawaii. Cubot, you're Michael. Orbot, you're Jackson. Try to act… human."
Orbot: (arms crossed, voice flat)"Oh yes, nothing says 'happy family' quite like a floating metal orb and a sentient toolbox. Flawless cover, assuming everyone in the apartment complex is legally blind."
Eggman: (snapping back with irritation)"Don't give me attitude. I've already designed a device that projects human disguises for both of you. Your floating metal forms? Those will be explained away as quirks.(grinning proudly)All I need to do is install the modules — then you're off to play house."
Cubot: (tilting his head, eyes wide)"Okay, but uh… won't people start asking questions? Like—if we don't have jobs, how are we paying rent? I mean, do fake families come with fake paychecks too?"
Sage: (materializing calmly, hands behind her back) "I anticipated that concern. You've both been assigned jobs at the local mall—hero merchandise clerks. Based on economic data, it's one of the highest-paying part-time roles due to proximity to pro heroes and fan traffic.(glancing to another screen) And I also acquired Takoba Municipal Beach Park. It was surprisingly affordable—likely due to the sheer volume of garbage that tanked its property value."
Cubot: (raising a hand eagerly)"Ooh! Do I get an employee discount? I've always wanted one of those All Might lunchboxes with the punching sound effect!"
Eggman: (snorts, then glares)"What are you, stupid? Of course you get an employee discount.(crosses arms with a proud huff) And for the record, I personally prefer the Best Jeanist sleeping bag. Surprisingly comfortable… and stylish."
Orbot: (deadpan)"I prefer the Hawks jacket set—with the fake wings. It gives me the illusion I can soar above the mediocrity around me."
Sage: (appearing with an exasperated sigh)"Can we please stay focused on the mission? I've already arranged everything for your move—television, couch, beds you'll likely never use, canned food for absolutely no reason, and yes, even toilet paper… for optics.(pauses, tilting her head) Also, I prefer Midnight's bath bombs. I just enjoy watching them fizzle in the water. It's… oddly satisfying."
Without a word, Eggman reached into the folds of his coat and pulled out two small, sleek devices—each no larger than a matchbox. He approached Cubot and Orbot, still adjusting their sleep masks, and with practiced precision, he placed one device on top of each of their heads.
The moment contact was made, the devices hissed softly as mechanical spider-like legs unfolded from their sides, clamping down and anchoring themselves onto the frames of the two robots. In an instant, the legs pierced their metal casings with thin, needle-like appendages, slipping seamlessly into their internal systems.
A sharp digital ripple coursed over their bodies, distorting their forms momentarily in a cascade of glitch-like static. Lines of data scrolled briefly across their exteriors as if reality itself was rewriting their appearance.
Their metallic forms blurred and shifted, reshaping into fully disguised human forms, detailed down to the fabric of clothing and texture of synthetic skin. Where once stood comical service bots, now stood two humanoid figures—one tall and lean with a calm, precise demeanor; the other shorter, with awkward posture betraying the clumsy machine beneath the façade.
A door at the far end of the lab creaked open, revealing only darkness beyond.
From within the pitch-black void, two pairs of glowing eyes slowly emerged—one a burning orange, the other a deep, pulsing red. They hovered in the shadows, unmoving and silent, the faint hum of hidden machinery the only sound that accompanied their presence.
Eggman stood before them with a cold smile, the pieces of his infiltration plan sliding into place
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