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Grian was a careful person. Okay, not so careful.. He was not careful at all.

It’s not always his fault when every machine with a button suddenly breaks when he goes near it! You can’t blame Grian for pressing buttons, they were always incredibly tempting!

Sometimes pressing the buttons gave him good things.

Like when he pressed a button and let all of the fellow hermits follow him into an entirely different universe.

It wasn’t planned, not at all, but it worked out because he met a few of his friends there.

The button he clicked a month ago couldn’t be any different, right? It made a funny noise though.

Grian stood in front of the giant portal leading to other dimensions.

A purple glow exalted from the seeming endless void behind the front layer. Twisting and twirling to make a cool pattern, another purple shade on top of the other.

Looking a little like the nether portal, with similar patterns.

And it technically was a nether portal.

It could lead to the nether.

This weird portal wasn’t just a nether portal in Grian's eyes, therefore deserving of another name. It was called the rift, a pretty cool feature of Grian’s base.

But, there was kinda a problem. Why did a piece of paper get thrown out of the rift?

The paper had a drawing of an over-exaggerated superhero with a scarily huge smile, and really dark eyes. Almost as blank as his own. Striking a pose, with the bold flashy letters of the words ‘ALL MIGHT’ on it. Guess that was this guy’s superhero name.

The paper popped out while Grian was trying to place down a gradient for the floor, or just trying to put off working on his main base.

The rift had been making weird noises, so it was a shock when the paper flying in made an exploding noise.

The place beyond the rift this time must be chaotic. Grian liked TNT and explosions, but this multiverse thing should be dealt with later.

“GRIAN!!!” A familiar voice echos out. His friend, GoodTimeWithScar s̶a̶d̶l̶y̶ f̶e̶l̶l landed smoothly into the cave.

Grian almost tumbled over into the rift when he was trying to focus, and maybe put off building his base.

“Huh?” He managed to hide his soul, leaping out of his body.

“Grian! Grian! I need to use your content generator!” Scar yelled. Stumbling towards Grian.

“Oh, sure, go ahead.” He gestured to the huge tank of ideas. Hermits going into his cave and using the content generator was pretty common.

But something felt off.

Maybe it had to do with the threatening sound of the lightning. A storm came as soon as Scar entered. Wind strong, hitting the parts of the cave exposed to the sky.

It’ll take a while for the cave to dry off. The storm outside was getting annoying, it was hard to think raindrops were flying everywhere.

Scar walked over to the generator and clicked on each button, afterwards seeming confused on what he got. “Hey, uhm Grian..” He paused.

“Yeah, Scar?” Grian looked up.

“Why’s this in another language?” Scar asked. Another language? Grian didn’t remember doing that. Grumbot also fills the generator, maybe it was him.

“Weird..I don’t know, Grumbot has some control. We could ask him?” Grian suggested.

Scar walked up to Grian, with the rain still pouring, seriously has someone still not slept? “What language is it?” He asked. “Uhh. Just take the paper. I can barely read english.” Scar handed the piece of paper to Grian.

Oh. It’s japanese. Grian had some..memories back there, when he went there for highschool. Fortunately, he had learned how to read and write there. Grian read out loud “It says..’‘Who the hell are you? Close this portal as it is a violation of the law.’

“Are they talking about the rift?” Scar asked. “We wouldn’t be the ones at fault then! I’ll just ask Grumbot.” Grian took out a piece of paper from the chest, and wrote on it.

“Why is the paper in japanese?” Grian mumbled as he scribbled the question on the paper. He clicked a button, and Grumbot gave him his answer.

‘It came through the rift. I put it there.’ It came through the rift?

There’s definitely something going on there.

A loud crashing sound along with the shifts of fabric scattered through the cave. From the direction of the one and only, rift.

Both Scar and Grian turned their heads to find out that trash bags, a stop sign, and litter fell through. There was something going on.

And the rain..is gone. Finally, someone slept.

They walked towards the portal, flashing uncontrollably, making louder sounds of people talking.

They were at the edge of the rift when the clouds became weirdly grey again. Was the rain coming back? It just left though!

THUD

A strike of lightning flung into the cave, echoing the sound of thunder.

Grian yelped as he lost balance and tripped into the portal. He was doomed.

Nevermind, Scar and him were both doomed. The pounding jump from the lightning that appeared from nowhere made them fall into the portal.

The purple void consumes them both, it’ll take a while before they get to the other world. “Scar..? Are you there?” He said, while trying to search for him.

“Right here!” Scar yelled in the far distance. Grian makes his way towards the voice, and sees Scar standing there “I don’t wanna go to another universe alone!!” Grian complains while floating next to Scar.

“Where do you think we’re going?” Scar asked. “Who knows.” Grian shrugged.

A blinding light took them to the server behind the portal.

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Aizawa didn’t want to deal with this.

An entire portal ripped through a street this morning. And Aizawa just had to do this patrol.

Thankfully no one died, however some property was lost. And.. the route Aizawa was taking was going that way.

Policemen had given multiple warnings to the people who made the portal by throwing a paper through. No response.

The portal there seems to be growing smaller.

Portal quirks are uncommon among the population, but it’s hard to try to understand.

It’s too dangerous to send a hero in, being a chance of loss. The stop sign eaten by the portal hasn’t been found, and the road had to be blocked off to the public.

Who is doing this? Honestly. Aizawa walked past the portal as if it were to spit something out any second.

The glowy air seemed to be thicker there. It's…bubbling up. Preparing to launch something through.

BOOM.

A sudden explosion came from behind the portal just as Aizawa passed it.

It’s been blocked off by guardrails, no one got hurt. Aizawa sprinted to the portal to see if anyone, maybe the source of the portal would come.

Smoke spread out through the air, making it hard to make out the two figures in front of the portal. Seemingly laying down. He grunted as the two figures got up and faded away into the city.

Aizawa chased after the two, one of them, leading the two of them. Both of them are faster than most of the population.

Aizawa leapt off of a street lamp while running after them. Giving a boost to run ahead. The two people seemed to be having a conversation when they took out blue-ish teal spheres, and chucked them to a place. The two disappeared, only leaving purple particles in the air.

This would cause a headache.

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Grian was thrown out of the rift violently. Pushed out by some invisible force.

And for some reason, TNT was accidentally lit on the way through, exploding wherever they landed.

Nothing seemed that different other than the fact that they were in another universe.

And that Grian felt shorter. Grian just wanted to lay there, and Scar seemed to only be sitting up.

Unfortunately for them, the rift decided to leave. Forcefully whaming the portal home back into the ground.

Without any trace left. This is a joke? No way back.. At least in empires there were people that Grian knew. This is basically a new world. How would Grian contact Xisuma here?

“Are you awake?” Scar asked Grian, snapping him out of his thoughts. “I think…” Grian groaned back.

“There’s a couple of people surrounding us. What kind of world do you think we’re in?” Scar pointed out.

When Grian jumped up and looked around. There were. A crowd of people, watching. Smoke thickens through the air, making them unrecognizable to them.

“Scar,” Grian paused. “Get up.” He instructed.

“Sure, why though?” Scar asked while getting up. They were definitely in trouble in this universe.

A figure, with a long scarf seemed to be dead-eye glaring at them.

Grian wasn’t sure what this world was yet, but he knew that they needed to run.

“Just follow me.” Grian said, taking off, grabbing Scar’s arm. “Wait, why?” He asked, following Grian despite not knowing what they were running from.

“Look behind you!” Scar checked, and scattered to run faster. Both of them didn’t know why they were getting chased, but it was not a good thing.

Behind them was a guy in his twenties, sleep deprived and angry.

Chasing them, with a long gray scarf. At the same time, yelling at all the civilians to get to report it to the police.

This guy was fast. They were going to get caught… Did he have any ender pearls on him? He checked both pockets. Nope, and nope.

Wasn’t there. “Scar! Do you have any ender pearls!!” Grian asked while they tried to run faster.

The guy lept off a street lamp, gaining distance. Closer to them. Scar reached for his pocket. “Got 2!” He yelled back. “Give me one!”

Scar handed an ender pearl to Grian. There was an alleyway that they passed a while ago.

“Throw it to the street with abandoned cats!” Grian was sure that Scar remembered that, so they had to go to the same place.

They threw the ender pearls around the same area. The guy might have some sort of thing that can allow him to teleport as well, but hopefully that wouldn’t be the case. He would’ve used it while he was chasing them.

Grian and Scar teleported to the same alleyway. “Why was that guy after us?” Scar asked.

“I’m not sure.. maybe it was because he saw two guys jump out a portal in the middle of the street. That’d be concerning.” Grian responded. Scar drifted past that.

“Do you still have your communicator?” Scar asked him. “Yeah, why?” Grian checked his arm to see that it was still there. “Look at the chat.”

The chat was flooded with messages, about multiple people dying, giving birth, marriage, no actual words.

Very unlike how the hermits would use the communicator. “Why are there so many people on this server?”.

“I dunno. There aren’t any messages in the chat. What server do you think this is?” Scar shrugged. “I don’t know either..” Grian complained.

What server could this be? It was a large one, that’s for sure. Not much changed with him and Scar when they joined. “Did anything change when we joined this server?”

Just to be sure. “No? You got shorter though.” Grian did feel shorter, but that didn’t mean anything.

Scar.. Grian couldn’t tell any difference as he was always tall. Maybe a few centimeters shorter?

Grian glanced at his communicator that was turned off. Wait. His face shape was softer, his hair was slightly bleached.

And, the normal red sweater he wore was bigger. Grian looked back at Scar. His hair was shorter than it was on hermitcraft. The mechanical leg Scar uses to walk is white, rather than black. Scar mentioned how he had to get it changed, during his teenage years..

What the heck. Did they go back in time..?

“Scar.” Grian said. “Yeah?”. “We’ve kinda gone back to our teenage bodies..” Scar didn’t react for a second or two. He just stood there, waiting for Grian to take it back.

“You’re not joking?” Scar asked seriously after a minute of awkward silence. “No.”

“That’s so cool!! I didn’t know that servers could do that!” Scar squealed excitedly. “Now we have to find out what server this is!”.

Grian opened his mouth, but stopped halfway. He should’ve told Scar to not get so excited, and to instead look for Xisuma. However, Scar just looked so happy, Grian couldn’t tell him no now!

And Grian was a little curious about this place as well. To figure out why that guy was chasing them.

“Okay, but first of all we should get some form of identity. Like a last name, speaking of, do you even have a last name?” Grian suggested.

“I’m pretty sure it’s Goodtimes. That’s not really normal here though. I checked the communicator, and they had last names that were only names.” They both walked closer to the street, nearly leaving the alleyway.

“We could argue that it’s only uncommon..?” Grian unsurely recommended it.

“I guess.” Scar accepted it. “I’ll use Solidarity, this is Japan, people will regard it as a foreigner thing.” Solidarity is Grian’s last name, after adoption. Speaking of… they should pretend they’re orphans.

That way it wouldn’t be as suspicious of why they don’t have guardians.

Grian and Scar walked around the city they were in. “This server has powers. I saw a bunch of people who were flying, kids playing with fireballs. This is super modded.” Grian recognized.

It was true. All around them were people with extraordinary powers. And no one was treating it as if it was something unusual. This was their normal.

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After a while of walking around. They heard a crowd of people suddenly yelling.

Mixture of emotions from confused, scared, and angry. People pointed to a man in black running away with duffle bags of general food, Jewelry, and paper cash.

It’s been awhile since Grian’s seen those, he hasn’t seen cash since he left Tokyo. The people were calling out for a ‘hero’.

“Why are they yelling out for a hero? Does this server involve superheroes?” Scar asked, as they moved into the crowd to not get noticed, just in case someone would recognize them from them exiting the Rift.

A guy with an unbelievable amount of volume in his hair appeared. With bright yellow sunglasses even though it was cloudy that day. And a loud voice, the crazy hair dude yelled at the criminal.

It wasn’t very clear to Grian on what the guy said, given as he was yelling to the point where glass broke.

But what caught Grian’s attention more was the guy in the background. It was the same tired guy from earlier.

The same grey scarf, the same eyebags. And he looked like he was on the lookout, maybe for them. The man glared at them. Which wasn’t that scary, in fact a little bit silly of him, but was scary that he noticed them. A few police cars arrived, and arrested the robber.. “The rules are surprisingly strict here, I’ve never seen a server like this.” Scar pointed out. Yandere High was a little like this.

“I think we should go, the crowd is starting to leave.” Grian recommended. Trying not to get caught by that guy. Not even a day in and the both of them are technically on the run. “Sure, I wanna go to a bakery here.” Scar agreed. The tired man continued to stare at the two amongst the swarm of people.

The two of them walked off with the crowd.
“That guy from earlier was staring at us.” Scar pointed out. So he noticed too.

“And he’s kinda behind us.”

Wait. What? Grian snapped his head around to see. The guy was rapidly walking faster with speed. They needed to leave. Scar realised this at the same time, they both sprinted. They used all their ender pearls, they couldn’t use that, running would eventually get them caught.

Crap. Grian couldn’t think of anything! They’ve been running for a while, and they haven’t eaten anything since the alleyway, taking like 2 minutes until they’ll slow down. “Scar!” Grian yelled, did Scar have any ideas? “Yeah?!” He yelled back. “Do you have any ideas?!” Grian said in a loud voice, panicking. The loud siren of police cars and a faint red and blue glow shone nearby. “No!” Scar staggered. “But why are we running?!” He asked. “Cause they’re obviously going to capture us!” Grian yelled back.

Scar stopped running.

Grian couldn’t leave Scar behind! “Why’d you stop?” Grian ran back to him. “They don’t know us. Maybe they’ll just take us in for questioning? I don’t think they mean that much harm??” Scar sounded unsure of himself. “Are you joking?” Grian facepalmed. “There are a bunch of police cars and a tired, sad scarf guy chasing us. If you think they aren’t going to arrest us you’re insane!”

Grian signed, and Scar tried to rethink his decision. The tired, sad scarf guy came up to them after talking to another guy. He was talking in Japanese, so Grian had to talk for both of them. “You two are being taken for investigation. Do not resist this, as you two are minors, you may have the chance to contact your guardians.” The scarf guy said.

“Uhm, we’re orphans.” Grian mumbled, unconfident in his ability to speak. The scarf guy just nodded, and gestured for Grian to continue. “We can go for the investigation.. But my friend can’t speak japanese.” Grian hesitated.

“Alright, I’m going to have you two in a police car as we drive you to the station. We have a person that’ll be able to communicate with you in..english, I’m assuming?” Grian nodded to that. “I’ll let you inform your friend of what you’ll have to do.” The scarf guy walked off to a car, then Grian turned back to Scar. Scar fidgeted with his fingers while waiting, looking up when Grian’s conversation was done. “So… not so friendly guys.?”

“Kinda.. we’re being taken in for investigation. And I said we’re orphans.” Grian answered. “Oh.” He paused. “Well that’s not that bad. At least we won’t have to pretend to have parents.” Scar shrugged it off. “We’ve gone through worse, like when the moon blew up in season 8”

“But that was different! There was another world after that, but I don’t know if we’ll be able to contact any hermits! We might be stuck here for a while.. We’ll be left behind for all the projects, events, and what if the rift does something stupid again!” Grian validly complained.

“There’s not much we can do now. We’ll be fine.” Scar sounded like he was convincing himself as well. The scarf guy gestured for them to come into the car, not knowing anything else, the two just followed.

During the entire trip to the station it was dead silent. The scarf guy was looking at the window, living off of 3 liters of coffee. The driver was only trying to get to the destination. With sunglasses covering their face, not paying any mind to the two lost hermits. Scar and Grian couldn’t say anything as they were the ones in question. The scarf guy might know English, as he never said he couldn’t speak. Only confirming he would be the one speaking to them in English.

Instead, Scar used his communicator. Grian noticed when Scar started typing on it, not using the projector, only the tiny screen to text Grian. Directly, of course. Grian opens his communicator and starts using that to communicate.
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GoodTimeWithScar whispers to you: Do we talk about HC??

You whisper to GoodTimeWithScar: Yes and no. We will mention the world part, and how servers work. But not anything extra. Like mobs, or admins having complete power to alter a server.

GoodTimeWithScar whispers to you: ok. Do all the talking. Pls.

You whisper to GoodTimeWithScar: sure. Just know that we don’t have parents. Say we met a while ago.

GoodTimeWithScar whispers to you: ok

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Grian closes the screen, they’re near the station. They would be fine. They would find a way to communicate with hermitcraft. Yep. This would definitely happen. This wasn’t working. Grian wasn’t convinced with himself. The car parked, and the driver stayed in the car, but directed their head to the outside.

The scarf guy said thank you, and Grian did as well. Scar did, but in english. Grian and Scar worriedly walked to the door of the place. There was technology, but none of that mattered unless he was on the same server. They were led to an investigation room, and left there while they got the guy who could speak english.

The place had that boring off white yellow-ish wallpaper. With grey carpeted flooring, and a table with two chairs one one side. And another chair on the other. At each side of the room, was one way glass. And a door, that was probably locked, but Grian didn’t check because there wasn’t much of a reason to.

After a while, the same guy who was arresting the robber, the crazy haired yellow haired guy. Scarf guy whispered some instructions, and left.

“Hello there! My name is Yamada Hizashi, better known as Present Mic! But you can call me whatever you prefer.” In practically fluent english. Mr. Yamada said eagerly, despite technically talking to criminals. He took the chair in front of them. “First of all..What are your names? Full names. ” He asked, taking out a clipboard.

“Name’s Scar Good-times! I think that’s an uncommon name around here.” Scar replied with ease. And Mr. Yamada tilted his head towards Grian. “I’m Grian Solidarity.” He said no more, no less. “Next one, why were you guys sent out a portal?” Mr. Yamada asked, clicking the pen he was using to write quite a few times. He was wasting no time. “We..come from another universe.” Grian admitted. There wasn’t much of a point to acting like they didn’t. That would only make them seem like idiots.

“Yeah, there, that world has a weird portal, and then we accidently fell into it.” Scar shrugged. Nice choice of words though. No mention of it being Grian’s portal. Or extra information.

Mr. Yamada did not look that convinced. Grian and Scar couldn’t blame him, because servers and this world were so different. It was clear that this place wasn’t a server. The way that chat is used is far too abnormal. “Right, um, so tell me more about this other world.” Mr. Yamada asked. “We can travel servers, servers are kinda like tiny separations of worlds. There aren’t many rules, and generally people stay together in those servers.” Grian started. Mr. Yamada looked bamboozled.

“And, it’s pretty normal for people to travel between those servers. While being perfectly legal. Think of it like traveling between large towns.” Scar continued. Mr. Yamada only nodded before walking outside the room. Probably to try to confirm this information. Both Scar and Grian looked at each other with the same glance. Did they do this well? The answer was yes.

The door opened when Mr. Yamada came back in, seeming more confused than suspicious of them. “Solidarity-” “It’d be okay if you called me by my first name.” Grian quickly blurted out. “Me as well, we’re just more used to that.” Scar agreed.
“-Grian, you’ll be asked to be questioned separately about your situation, and Scar, you’ll be asked to explain servers.” Mr. Yamada continued. They both nodded.

“Just head out the door and you’ll be able to find the person you’re talking to.” Mr. Yamada pointed to the door, sitting back down afterwards when Grian left.

The scarf guy from earlier stood outside. “Follow me.” He said, with mlid effort in his voice. Grian followed behind, not saying anything. That would only make it awkward. The only thing being heard were the sounds of footsteps against the tiles. “We’re here.” The scarf guy says after about 3 or 2 minutes of walking. Grian stepped into the room, with the same setup as the other investigation room.

“Please take a seat.” The scarf guy said. “My name is Aizawa Shota, or Eraserhead.” Mr. Aizawa said. Grian took a seat. Eraserhead. He had to have a reason for his name, so does he erase things? Maybe he erases people’s powers, or matter. Either way this guy is pretty dangerous.

“I’ll get to the point. Present Mic already told me about how you guys got here. You both have technically not broken any laws. As your description was truthful. However, we still need to know why there’s a whole entire portal in your world.” Mr. Aizawa explained. “Well, we’re not so sure ourselves. It’s a little normal for portals to exist,” Mr. Aizawa raised an eyebrow, very slightly.

“It’s something that’s been a part of our world since forever. But the portal me and Scar fell into was acting weird. It was supposed to lead to this other place, but it led to flashes of other places.
The portal never disappeared for me, this time was different. It just.. sunk back into the ground! I’m not sure how to contact the people that were on my server..” Grian explained.

For the next 30 minutes or so, Grian had to answer a bunch of questions. They were generally just confirming what Grian already told Mr. Aizawa. “So this isn’t a prank,”

“No.” Grian lifted his head off the table. “Can I ask a question now?” Grian asked Mr. Aizawa. “Fine, you can, but if it has information that I can’t just give out, I won’t answer it.” He answered. Grian could work with that, he only needed to confirm what kind of world this was. “People have superpowers here, correct?” Mr. Aizawa nodded. “And people here have the chance to become some sort of hero?” He nodded again.

Mr. Aizawa looked at Grian weirdly, as he flinched at the word ‘evolved’.

“And people can be villains here as well?” “Yeah, but you don’t know any of this?” Aizawa asked him. “Nope, we don’t have superpowers like those where I’m from.” Grian paused. “Wait, are they just called superpowers, or do they have a specific name?” Worlds like these generally have a power system, where they name the kind of power you might have.

“Quirks. They’re called quirks, kid. 80 percent of the population has at least one. They come because humans have evolved their cells. Some are able to have 2.” Aizawa added.

Grian seemed somewhat content with the explanation. It’d hurt to be one of the quirkless people here though. “Alright, what do we do until we can contact the people on our server?” Maybe they could find a short term job, and stay at a hotel.

Aizawa took 30 seconds, before hesitantly pulling out a card. “I know someone who has a lot of connections, maybe he’ll be willing to help you.” The card was one with a picture pf a mouse thing. Was it a mouse? Grian couldn’t tell honestly, but how would this animal help them get out? “Is this something that only happens in your universe? I– nevermind” Grian shut his mouth before he could say anything bad about someone who might be able to help him and Scar get back.

“Probably, Nedzu is a rare case of an animal getting a quirk. He has an IQ far higher than the average human.” Mr. Aizawa explained. “When can we meet with him?” Grian would like to meet this guy as soon as he could, he kinda regret not working on his base more.

“I could set you up with him today, it wouldn’t be hard, he isn’t as busy as people make him out to be.” Aizawa shrugged.

“That’d be great!! Thank you!” Grian thanked, then ran out the door to tell Scar everything.

“SCAR!!” Grian called.

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Scar was finished giving information to Yamada. When Grian burst into the room.

“SCAR!!”. He ran into the room, right when Yamada left.

“Grian?” Scar turned his head to see Grian breathing heavily. “I just ran across.. the entire building.. And.. apparently, we get to talk to some mouse guy!!”

Some mouse guy? “Is that something that only happens in this world?” This world has super powers, what else could it have!! Being a hero here would be fun.

“Yeah, like, this guy is actually just a mouse. But he is a rare case of an animal getting a quirk.” Grian explained, sitting down on the seat next to Scar.

“What are quirks? The powers?” Grian nodded. “Alrighty, then when do we get to meet him?”

“I think a few hours later today. Mr. Aizawa said that he could let us meet with him, even though we’re just people who came out of a portal.” Grian explained then excitedly skipped up.

Oh, the scarf’s guy’s name was Mr. Aizawa? Last name, at least.

“We haven’t broken any laws technically, so we could just leave!” Grian cheered. “So can we go to a bakery, finally!!” Scar got up as well.

The scarf guy walked in the doorway.

They turned their heads to him.

Aizawa explained something to Grian, and he nodded. Scar was getting tired of not understanding anything here.

There wasn’t much he could do anyways, you could only really become fluent in a language before you turn 7.

It’d be hard for Scar to learn, since he's dyslexic. He can only sometimes understand english.

Grain finished his conversation with the scarf guy and turned to Scar.

“We can go! But, I gave Mr. Aizawa the information to contact us through the communicator.” Grian explained, while heading to the door, gesturing to Scar to follow him.

“Let’s go to the bakery store!!” They cheered. They haven’t had any food for a while, you couldn’t blame them.

Scar and Grian walked to the bakery, following the signs, and stopping every so often to ask a local about it.

The people were nice, except for this one guy who told them to ‘shove their heads up a toilet’.

And then proceeded to make an explosion, making a run for it. Scar wasn’t mad, moreover just confused.

They were there! They asked for some pastries, and Grian bought cookies. Scar got cookies as well, because why not.

Then they decided to go visit some beach, called Takoba beach, why? Scar didn’t know. They just did. Maybe to kill time.

Sand kept on getting into their shoes, so they had to stop every so often to take them out, that felt weirdly familiar too.

Very nice beach, unfortunately, some of the beach was covered in trash.

This was very different from hermitcraft or most servers in general.

There was even the faint scent of smoke coming from the beach! “Do you smell that?” Grian asked. “Yeah..Should we..check it out?” Scar considered.

“Yeah, there probably won't be any sort of danger there. From what I heard, there are hundreds of heroes here, meaning it’s insanely protected.” Grian made his way, slowly walking towards where the smoke was.

Scar followed. The scent of something burning became stronger as they approached the area engulfed in flames.

Many people's voices were heard, yells and shouts were heard.

A person walked up to the two. They said something that Scar couldn’t get, in another language.

After that Grian backed away from the area in flames. “Scar, there’s a person in all that smoke. This is something official, we can’t be wanted by heroes again.” Scar backed up along with Grian.

The sunset is in the background, it’s almost 7:00 by now, so why haven’t they had a call from the scarf guy?

“When is the scarf guy going to call you?” Scar asked. “I’m not quite sure.. I’m checking right now. And there’s nothing.” Grian scrolled through his messages on his communicator.

Scar just nodded, and looked back to the fire.

A dark figure slowly got closer and closer to the outside of the area of fire. Were they a hero or something? They were picking up pace.. And was hurling towards.. Scar himself.

“Uhh, Grian can we leave?”

Grian took a moment to reply when Scar got violently tackled by the figure.

Falling backwards and hitting his head against the sand.

A thud happened, so at least Grian would be aware.

Rapidly blinking, Scar tried to stay awake, but his vision was blurry, and the figure punched him in the face multiple times to make sure he would be knocked out.

Then bashed Scar’s head into the ground, the metallic smell of blood was in the air.

And the sound of the guy cursing out chants, well Scar could only really half hear it though.

Damn.. Scar and Grian appeared as teenagers, so getting tackled by some person that Scar couldn’t even see was not expected. Closing his eyes a last time, Scar fell asleep.

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It was a one second difference when Grian could respond, because Mr. Aizawa messaged Grian at the same time, so he did not expect Scar to be forcefully man-handled by some random person, who was oddly chanting something.

Grian pulled the person off of Scar, needing to kick him to do so. What the heck was this guy doing?!

A hero appeared, and grabbed the guy off of the ground, and handcuffed him.

“Scar! Scar!” Nothing, that fall would’ve knocked him out, plus there are signs of a punch to the face.

“Is he okay?” The hero from before asked. “He’s knocked out..” Grian went to his knees and stayed near Scar’s side while help would arrive.

“I’ll call an ambulance for all the injured people” The said, running away to help with something else. The message from Mr. Aizawa. Grian didn’t get to read it.

‘Hey, Nedzu said he could meet up right now’

Grian quickly typed in a reply. ‘Would come but Scar just got knocked out by some guy.’

Mr. Aizawa was fast with typing, as he sent a reply in 5 seconds after. ‘Use an ambulance, then come to U.A. Where was the incident?’

Grian checked on his comm. Then put in ‘It’s at Takobo beach.’ Grian glanced back at Scar. ‘I’ll ask Nedzu to personally come. He can manage.’

That’s what Grian would try to do.

A few other people were injured, Grian could see.

And multiple police cars came, meaning there were multiple criminals.

About 20 or so people got arrested, meaning that this had multiple people involved, it was a group attack.

“Is he in need of an ambulance?” A medical helper asked. “Yeah, he’s knocked out right now. Where are you taking the injured?” Grian helped the medical helper put Scar into the ambulance.

“We’re taking them to a nearby hospital, do you need to be dropped off somewhere? You two are pretty young.” The medical helper said.

“Well, yeah, we’re both in a.. unique.. type of circumstance.” Grian said, unsuspiciously scratching the back of his neck.

“Where to? I can give you both a ride afterwards.” He offered with a somewhat off putting smile.

It didn’t seem too bad.. But Grian wasn’t sure.. Why would some random guy help them? Maybe Grian was just overly suspicious of people.

“I’m okay.” He’d rather not.

Scar got put into the ambulance, and Grian was given permission because the medical guy convinced the staff.

Grian waited along the side of the ambulance, while doctors took a look at Scar.

That guy did not have to do all that. Punching a ‘teenager’ for no apparent reason.

The ambulance came to a stop at the hospital, and Scar got brought out.

Scar got placed in a room at the hospital, at the same time, Grian was told to wait in the lobby.

This was boring.. all Grian could do was listen to the clock tick! It was pretty dumb.

He should’ve downloaded games on his comm, but he didn’t. Because on Hermitcraft, Grian didn’t have free time! How far behind on hermitcraft were they…

Maybe Mumbo came back from his vacation by now. And Grian missed it! Grian can only imagine what’s happening on Hermitcraft.

Footsteps pounded into the floor, and the door slammed open, and the bell at the door rang louder.

“Solidarity-” “Grian, I prefer that.” He corrected Mr. Aizawa.

“Grian, where is Scar?” He asked. “He’s in one of the rooms, where’s Nedzu?” Grian pointed to the end of the hall where Scar was.

“Right, what happened?” An upsetting high pitched voice said, unclear where it was coming from.

Until, Grian looked down at the floor, seeing quite literally, a mouse.

At least, Grian thought it was a mouse.

He was as tall as Grian's knees as a teenager.

And he was wearing a suit, and shoes. His fur had a black and white pattern, with the white being more prominent.

Grian was assuming this guy was Nedzu. And Nedzu did a twirl, and pulled his hand out.

“My name is Nedzu, the principal of U.A high, the school for teaching future heroes!”

Grian slowly took Nedzu’s hand, hesitantly shaking it.

“I’ll talk to you and your friend, but first you might want to check up on him.” He explained.

Did Nedzu know something that Grian didn’t?

He might as well take his advice though. “Alright, I will.” Grian said, leaving the two in the lobby to talk. Mr. Aizawa will explain their situation, if he hadn't already.

Grian knocked on the door, and a nurse let him in.

“He’s alright, thankfully, but something happened to his brain.” The nurse explained.

“What happened?” Grian asked the nurse. “Something changed neurologically, but we can’t trace it exactly.” Wow. They can figure that out now? This world must be in the future.

Scar’s finger twitched. And his eyes seemed to be trying to force itself open.

“Is he waking up?” Grian asked. Scar’s entire body tried to wake itself up. Shaking slightly, and trying to get Scar to sit up. “Huh..” Scar mumbled. “Hello..?” Scar said, forcing himself up.

“You’re awake! I’ll need you to stay here for a little bit, you need rest after passing out for a while.” The nurse told both of them, leaving the room.

Scar looked too tired to understand, so he kinda just stood up, and maybe nodded. “Ok.” Grian said. He’ll just need to check in with Mr. Aizawa and Nedzu. Wait. Did Scar just.. “Scar?”.

“Yeah?” He replied in Japanese. Scar couldn’t talk in Japanese. How the hell did he learn?!

“Uhm. Would you repeat that please?” Grian said, in his trying to hide something that is extremely obvious voice.

“Sure..? Ahem.. ‘Yeah?’”. He mimicked, but in english. He still knows English, because Grian asked in english.

“Scar.” “What?” He said, genuinely confused. “You’re. speaking. in. Japanese.” Grian said, breaking the sentence up.

“Pfft.. noo.. I didn’t..” Scar finally realised what he did.

“I just.. I can. I can speak in another language? It’s like a on and off button. What the heck?” He said, the first part being in Japanese.

Maybe Grian was going insane, but Scar could hear it as well.

There was a possibility of this being the work of someone’s quirk.

Mr. Aizawa didn’t specify the limits of quirks, only saying that they’re powers.

Why would a person that they randomly met give Scar the ability to talk in Japanese?

Grian should just ask. “Did the person who tackled you do anything after you got tackled? That stood out in any sort of way?”

Scar paused to think. “Anything, Scar.” Scar was having a hard time remembering, memories weren't really what Scar was prioritizing at that moment.

“They.. were chanting something. I don’t know what they were saying. But their lips were definitely saying something repeatedly.” Scar said, still being unsure.

Grian would only have to ask. “I still don’t know how quirks work, but there might have to do something with that chanting.”

“Okay, I’m going to meet with Nedzu and Mr. Aizawa.

Stay put, and don’t accidently get sent to jail.” Grian stepped out to the hallway, and went back to the lobby.

“Well then, is your friend alright?” Nedzu asked. “Yeah but-”

“He’s speaking in Japanese? Or at least knows how to?” Nedzu said, cutting Grian off.

“How’d you know that?” Grian didn’t tell him yet, and Nedzu wasn’t even there during the attack!

“The villain had been captured, and taken in for questioning, but couldn't talk. His quirk in his filles was taking and or transfering talents. Through chants.” Nedzu explained.

“The last person who he had attacked was your friend. Meaning he was given the talent of speaking Japanese on a fluent level. He did that to avoid selling someone out, even with various methods, he hasn’t sold out the leader.”

This hero business was really suspicious. Various methods? That’s interesting.

“Right.. about the meeting?” Grian regained his composure. “You’ll have it tomorrow. Go to U.A, and someone will open the door for you if you tell them the reason you’re there.”

Okay, that wouldn’t be too bad for Grian. “Alright, I’ll probably stay here because I can’t leave Scar behind.” That sentence sounds weird. Mr. Aizawa simply waved and walked out.

Grian thought that he’s secretly a softie, he could tell.

But Nedzu stayed behind, giving Grian a smile and about 480 pounds in yen.

Then before Grian could thank him he was already climbing into Mr. Aizawa’s Scar.

Proving Grian’s thought. The bench he’d been sitting on for an hour would be where he’d sleep. Grian had already slept in a hospital, he could do it again.

Grian walked to a vending machine.

Clicking the button for crackers and a soda, for later. Walking back to the bench, trying to fall asleep. Grian crawled up into a ball, l̶i̶k̶e̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶ i̶n̶ h̶i̶g̶h̶s̶c̶h̶o̶o̶l̶.

Using his hands to block his head off the metal bench. Sleeping back in Japan made Grian on edge. This has had to be a weird day. Both him and Scar fell into another world.

Then they were getting chased by the police.

When they finally solved getting hunted by the police, Scar got attacked by some guy, who gave him the ability to speak english.

There are so many other things that Grian had to worry about now. If he died, would he respawn?

Would he wake up where he slept last? How much longer until they’re back on hermitcraft?

Is X and the others looking for him and Scar?

Grian’s mind asked about a million questions close to those. It tired him out, letting his mind shut down.

Then drifted asleep, to let tomorrow Grian be worried.

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Grian woke up slowly. He didn’t want to get up and deal with this. Dealing with something incredibly tedious. He had to be thrown into this situation.

Grian sat up from the metal bench, trying to get himself up. He walked to Scar’s room, they needed to go for the meeting.

Nedzu would be a useful person to learn how to get home, as he was the principal of U.A. Apparently, U.A is the top hero school and is highly respected by other people.

That’ll help Grian get info, if people trust you then you can easily get messages and communication. That’s if Nedzu would trust Grian, he can only assume, but that doesn’t matter. Grian gently opened the door. “Scar?”

Scar was the bed, waiting, looking up at the ceiling.

“Yeah? Grian?” He looked to the doorway.

Grian walked his way to the side of the bed. “We’re meeting Nedzu today, and you’re also getting released from the hospital. Are you okay, though?” Grian asks.

“Yeah, I didn’t have any food on me. Wouldn’t we just respawn?” Scar asked, shrugging off the pain.

“I’m not sure.. This server might be on hardcore mode."

"Hopefully it isn’t, but pain is stronger here than it is on Hermitcraft?” Grian continued.

“Yeah, it’s only a fraction of the pain here. The pain felt familiar though, I don’t remember doing a hardcore series.” Scar shrugged.

Grian flinched a little, the memories of then flashed in his mind.

“Well, anyways, we’re going to U.A, will you be alright to go? I can wait a little bit longer.” Grian offered.

“Nope, nope, I’ll be fine! I’m kinda hungry, haven’t eaten since those cookies, will we get something to eat after?” Scar seemed more concerned about getting food than his head injury.

“If you say so, but at least take this.” Grian pulled out a golden apple, handing it to Scar.

“You brought one of these?” Scar said, biting into the apple.

“Yeah, I’m not sure why though, I just did.” Grian explained. He waited for Scar to finish eating that apple. Then the nurse told Scar he could go, but anything sort of activity would be banned.

“What about the cost?” Grian reached for his bag. “Oh, no, it’ll be okay, the U.A principal offered to pay as well.” She smiled. Weird, but free is free. Grian had to salvage whatever money he had. The nurse waved them goodbye, and they left the hospital.

Walking to U.A wasn’t that far away, the hospital was maybe 10 minutes away.

Scar and Grian followed the signs, and used some GPS system that worked to get there. And..they found it but.. Why was it in the shape of an H?

“Grian? Uhm, y’know I’m not the one to judge buildings.. Why did they pick an H?” Scar confusedly pointed at the building.

“Fully made of glass too? I’m guessing it was supposed to be made for technicality.. but even then.. Why does it have a hallway just arching over nothing?” They wondered.

“Should we just.. uhm.. walk to the gate? Scarf guy said someone will let us in, right?” Scar asked, stepping closer to the gate.

The gate was brick and thick, as tall as 1 and a half floors if Grian had to guess. The gate bolted open, and Present Mic was there. “Here for the meeting with Nedzu? You can come with me!” He pointed at himself with a wide grin.

Grian and Scar followed behind.

As he closed the gates, using a keycard, he entered the building.

Grian tried to follow along, trying to keep track of every room. Just in case they needed to escape, it was definitely possible, as they were wanted a day ago.

As soon as he went to the second floor, they took the stairs. Then the elevator, then a different flight of stairs. Grian’s head hurt.

Imagine how Scar felt, his head got bashed into the ground yesterday.

Grian turned his head to check on Scar, and he was.. fine. Thankfully. Grian’s wishing that the golden apple he gave Scar worked.

“Alrighty, we’re here. Open this door to Nedzu’s office.” He pointed to a huge door in front of them.

“This conversation is not for me so I’ll take my leave.” Mr. Yamada wandered off to the other hallway.

“Ready?” Grian asked, Scar replied by opening the door as soon as Mr. Yamada left.

“Welcome there you two! You’re Scar Good-times, correct? Take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while.”

They sat down at his table, like a job interview.

“I’d like to ask first, do either of you have a quirk?” Nedzu asked. “No.” They replied with Scar sounding bummed.

“That’s where you might be wrong.” Nedzu said casually. Huh? This guy is implying something. “What do you mean by that?” Scar asked eagerly.

“Glad you asked, well, you may not have noticed, but your DNA was left at Takoba beach. Blood left from your injury, Scar, and Grian, you left a small teardrop.” Nedzu explained.

Grian did not like where this was going.

Scar seemed giddy. Being Hotguy for real must’ve gotten to his head. There’d probably be an exam, and a long term school program.

“Continue, please.” Grian said.

“So, it turns out you both have quirks. I doubt you have known this, because the quirk cells are entirely newly generated.” Nedzu explained.

“That’s so cool!! Free powers? There aren’t any drawbacks to it, like at?” Scar cheered.

“No, not any as far as I can tell.” Nedzu said, Scar’s eye’s got a little brighter. Grian knew exactly what Scar was thinking. “No, before you ask, no.” Grian called out before Scar could give his point.

“But I didn’t even-”

“No.” Grian cut him off. “Whyyy… We could be partners against crime!” They needed to stay on track though!

“I wanna be Hotguy!! For real though! I wanna shoot people down while flying in the air! Doesn’t that sound fun to you!” Scar complained, mimicking the sound of a toddler.

Scar got Nedzu’s attention. “Funny you say that, you do want to know your quirks?”

“NO!” “YES!” Grian yelled to prevent Scar from going off track.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Scar, you have a quirk called, ‘infinity bow’. It allows you to have a bow that can’t break, infinite arrows, and you have the ability to change what it affects. That must be familiar to you, correct?” Nedzu said towards Scar.

“This?” Scar pulled out his ‘H0tGuY’ bow. The bow he uses to terrorize the rest of the hermits while they’re building. “Right, you must’ve had it in your other world.” Scar nodded.

“Grian, I’m still going to tell you because why not? Your quirk is skill mimicry. That allows you to be able to copy someone’s skill. Any of their skills. And you can copy multiple people’s skills.” Nedzu took a breath to continue on his rant.

“Skills don’t refer to quirks though. Skills are their strength, agelity, smarts, talents, and anything in that matter. You get their skill by touching them, that may sound silly, but many people have to turn on their quirk in…weirder ways.” Nedzu finished.

“Wow.” Grian said distastefully.

“Oh my gosh. This has to be one of the best things that have happened to me, you don’t understand!! Pretty please, Grian!! Let us train to become heroes! It’ll be a good way to kill time, and that way you’ll have so many resources in order to find a way back to hermitcraft! PLEASE!!” Scar pleaded.

He did have a good point with them having good resources, and if Scar is actually serious about going to a hero school.. Grian knows that he can’t leave Scar behind.

Grian was doomed as long as he cared for Scar.

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They left Nedzu’s office and found a way out, Nedzu gave them permission to wander around the school awhile out of pity.

Scar persuaded Grian into going to a school for heroes! Right now, that was what Scar wanted the most.

Sure getting a place to stay, and not being completely able to think straight was not the best of things to happen to Scar.

But that could be solved later.

“Grian, when’s the test in order to get into this school? And when are we getting breakfast?” Scar happily said, he’d never been this excited for a test.

Hopefully there wouldn’t be a written one, that was stupid. Of course there’d be a written part! They wouldn’t want idiots in the top school!

“Oh it’s in 2 days or so. And we’ll get breakfast later, wherever you choose. The real problem is when are we gonna stay!” Grian argued.

“The money Nedzu gave me isn’t going to last.” He continued.

“We could just ask to stay here? I don’t know.. We’re pretty helpless.” Scar suggested.

“That could work, but why would they allow two random kids into an elite school?” Grian argued.

It was no use really, Scar was good at convincing people like that, if he could say so himself.

Even if Nedzu denied them, which he didn’t, Scar would somehow find a way for him to just accept them staying in U.A.

Nedzu showed them to their room, a nice place in the school. The highest floor, used for storage

There were free guest rooms in case of injured people who needed to stay a while, in case something bad happened.

While U.A was a school, it could also be used as a hospital, having medical rooms for big incidents.

They had the option to get separate rooms, but Grian decided against it.

“It’ll be bad if we’ll need to leave in a hurry.” He reasoned. Grian was being ultra careful this entire time, he was usually more carefree than this.

It had two separate beds, but Scar moved them closer in order to have a sleepover with Grian later.

What could he say? Scar’s always wanted to have a sleepover, but he’s never had the chance to.

At least he thinks he hasn’t. The idea of having one sounds familiar, like it’s happened already, but Scar had forgotten.

There are plenty of things that feel similar like that. The desert, llamas, cookies, and pizza.

Scar will sort that out later, there’s no use to worrying right now, he’ll never get anything done that way.

Scar’s stomach ached for food. That was far more important than having deja vu. “Can we get breakfast now?”

“Alright.”

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Grian and Scar ate somewhere in the city of Musutafu.

They walked back to U.A, Scar wanted to try using his quirk, which wouldn’t be too hard as he has been using that bow for a long time.

Scar and Grian split up to find Nedzu, or someone in authority, in order to ask for permission to train.

People went to that school, they knew that, but it was Saturday, meaning they were home. Scar found Nedzu, wandering around, practicing slogans or something.

“Nedzu, sir, can we use the training ground? We would use something else, but I don’t think we’re allowed to use quirks in public.” Scar stated, trying to sweeten the deal.

“Sure, I can ask Aizawa to guide you guys with your quirks, you both are going through testing, so you’ll need to practice! People have had their quirks their entire life, you haven’t.” Nedzu smiled and opened his phone, he called Mr. Aizawa a minute later.

“You can go! The training ground is just outside the school, there might be staff nearby. I’ve told them about you guys, but not exactly how you look, be careful!”

Scar found Grian on the first floor with Mr. Aizawa. He must’ve told Grian before Scar could.

“Kid, you’re going to the training ground?” Scar bobbed his head.

“Follow me. I’ll teach you guys how to use your quirks generally. I can’t help you completely, as it would be unfair to the other people signing up, but I can help so it isn’t destructive. And you at least know everything about your quirks.”

Inside the gym were stone cold floors, with extremely tall walls, big and spacious for people with flashy big quirks.

“Firstly, what are your quirks?” Mr. Aizawa asked them. They both explained their quirks briefly, after Mr. Aizawa nodded blankly.

“Try to shoot at this.” Mr. Aizawa took out a target from the gym storage system.

Scar shot an arrow from a distance of 10 feet, generally where he aims whenever he a̶n̶n̶o̶y̶s̶ p̶e̶o̶p̶l̶e shoots as Hotguy. Right on target.

Mr. Aizawa put the target further back halfway across the gym.

“Shoot here.” Scar listened and shot. It was a little bit different from what he got it on the bullseye.

“Go all the way back and shoot the target here.” The target was at the very end of the gym, and Scar walked to the end.

This was maybe 60 blocks away? He pulled the arrow back and released.

“Bullseye yet again! But that might’ve been a huge fluke.”

Mr. Aizawa’s serious face tensed down a little. Was he impressed?

Mr. Aizawa was just a big softie! Grian was right!

“You have good aim, you’ve had practice before, correct?” He asked. “Yep! Ask Grian, he’d know about it!”

Mr. Aizawa looked at Grian to confirm it.

“Unfortunately, yes I do know about it. He practices too much honestly.” Grian was a victim of Scar’s practice.

“Well, then you won’t need to practice your aim, you need to practice changing what affects your arrow.” Mr. Aizawa instructed.

“Right but how?” Scar asked, there weren’t any enchanters, or any iron they could take in order to make an anvil, legally.

“Not sure, Nedzu said you’ve been using this bow for a while and you’d know how to.”

Oh. Oh! Scar didn’t need to enchante it, he just needed to like.. think about the ability?

Maybe, he might as well try it. Scar pulled back on the string while thinking about the fire aspect.

The arrow flew through the gym while the tip of it burned with fire. It shot dead in the middle yet again, did his aim get better? The red target faded into a crisp black, the fire was also real.

“Like that, you figured it out? What other effects can you do?” Scar needed to think..

On his enchanted bow on Hermitcraft, he had infinity, fire aspect, unbreaking, and punch.

But he wasn’t sure if it works the same as in hermitcraft. He didn’t need to think about using the fire aspect, he just used it..

Pain didn’t matter there, people could eat it off or it would go away as soon as they responded.

“I’m not sure it works the same here as it does in our other world. I’ll try things out on the target.” Scar said, taking out his bow, he’ll try all the enchantments he can think of.

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Grian waited on the side while Scar was practicing his aim, and which enchantments worked, and which ones didn’t.

“Hey, kid, you’re next.” Grian stood up and walked to Mr. Aizawa. “How long do you think it’ll take you for your quirk to run out?” Grian wasn’t sure.

“Don’t know, I got this just yesterday.”

“Then at least we know where we can start, Grian, copy Scar’s quirk by touch.”

Grian touched Scar on the shoulder while he was thinking of another enchantment to try.

Mr. Aizawa handed another bow to him.

“Grian, now keep on shooting bullseyes for as long as you can, I’ll time you.” Grian nodded as an already set up target was placed, Mr. Aizawa was quick.

Grian continued to shoot bullseye for an eternity. Each time he shot, it felt like it would take an hour to finish shooting. It was getting annoyingly repetitive.

Like building for long hours, but there was no finished product to look pretty.

Finally, an arrow missed the bullseye.

Grian was only slightly worse at shooting than Scar, that’s where his arrow would normally go.

He shot again, he missed the center.

“30 minutes, your quirk lasts for 30 minutes. With your quirk, I’d recommend having a watch with you during your test.”

Mr. Aizawa held up his phone with it directly saying 30 minutes.

“If it lasts 30 minutes, what would happen if I touch Scar again? After the timer starts?” Grian asked.

“I think it’d be better if you ask Nedzu these questions, with all the technicalities, Scar are you done?” Mr. Aizawa called out to the burnt out Scar.

“Scar, are you alright?” Grian put his hand on Scar's back, patting it for the effort he put in.

“Um. Everything I tried works.” Scar pointed to the ripped worn out target.

It wasn’t even a target anymore, the center was basically gone.

With many marks of various enchantments. Poison, fire resistance, harming, leap, then slow flying. Scar tested them all out.

“Right, bud, we’ll take a break, it's..” Grian paused to look at his clock on the comm. “11:00 as of right now, we should take a break.” Mr. Aizawa nodded at them and let them leave. They’ll come back later anyways.

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Grian and Scar went back to their assigned room, and Scar pushed their beds closer together, like a sleepover, he said.

“You actually want to go to the hero school?” Grian asked Scar.

“Well, yeah! Great way to kill time, it’s not like we can do anything else. And they have dorms here, if we make it in. It’ll be a good way to get experience.” Scar shrugged.

“I’ll follow you, but only because you’ll probably get yourself killed, and this might be a hardcore server. Admins don’t exist here, so don’t go off being reckless.” Grian scolded.

“You worry too much, you’re more worried now, it’s like you’ve been on a hardcore server before.”

Oh.

Grian became quiet, shuting his mouth. Scar didn’t have to know about 3rd life. So Grian didn't have to tell him.

“Do you like deserts?” Grian asked Scar. Grian was hoping the answer didn’t have to do with back then.

“I guess.” Grian's fists tighten.

“They seem kinda familiar, and give off deja vu, you’ve asked me this before.” He remembered and paid attention to that.

“I have.” Grian said somewhere between a question and a statement.

“Do you like deserts?” Scar wondered. Grian had to think about it. He did. With everything that happened there, he couldn't bring himself to hate it.

But entering one would be hard.

“It’s complicated.”

And they left it at that. Scar checked the channels on the TV, and they watched for a little bit.

TGrian and Scar had a routine of training as much as they could handle.

Then they went back upstairs so that Grian could ask trivia of things that teenagers would generally need to know.

The both of them switched positions then took a break. That cycle lasted 3 hours, they did that and stopped for food, it led them to the end of the day.

They did the same thing again the next day.

“Tomorrow, we’ll have the test.” Scar just nodded.

“Why did you ask me about liking deserts?” Grian turned his back over, facing away.

“I’ll tell you later.” Scar wasn’t satisfied with what Grian said, but didn’t press. They both weren’t mad. Just uncertain.

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U.A, they were already there, but it felt awkward walking there when they were in the building.

It was simple what they needed to do, say they were homeschooled, and then enter.

Followed instructions, and they were seated in the front. In the row with people from schools that started with a letter A.

Present Mic was doing a speech? The guy with crazy hair gel, and sunglasses indoors started explaining the rules.

Grian only half-listened, and got the points

‘destroy robots, get points, and you win.’

Easy enough, Grian’ll need to get many people’s strength.

“Hey, Scar, stay or split up?” He whispered. “Close area, not next to each other.” Ok, they could work with that.

“Guy with the green hair! Stop your murmuring! You're distracting everyone! You're even influencing that red sweater guy to talk as well”

This guy with blue hair and glasses, pointed at Grian. This seems like lazy use of troupes.

Then he started rambling a bunch of questions that present mic surprisingly answered.

They were all separated into groups randomly, Grian and Scar were separated, before he left, Grian touched him on the shoulder, and took strength.

He’ll need a lot of people’s strength for this. Grian stood in front of a huge gate, supposedly leading to a city. He has to defeat the huge robots.

Grian rushed with the crowd bumping into everyone that he could, taking the green haired boy’s strength first.

Gaining so much strength, that kid really trained.

Grian ran to the side and found a street sign. He’d need it, Grian didn’t take anyone’s durability skill.

He put his hands around the pole, yanking it out of the ground, leaving the floor shaking.

Grian ran up to a robot, whacking it in the knees. It’s metal knees, broken into pieces.

The robot collapsed, falling forward, but Grian slid underneath his legs before it could crush him.

The stop sign could take another hit, the Grian dashed off the ground to the next robot, there were three.

He threw the street sign into the left robot’s foot. Making him lose balance, crashing into the middle robot.

Tumbling on the last one, buy 1 get 3 free Grian silently cheered.

He continued to get anyone’s strength he could, and kept on using any street signs he found, using the tactics of knocking the robot off balance.

Racking up about 20 robots down.

Every robot counted as 3 points, right?

All the robots were different sizes, so they probably counted as different amounts. So Grian had about.. 45 points. That sounded correct.

THUMP

A huge robot marching towards Grian interrupted him. Honestly, he wouldn’t go for this one.

The kid with green hair seemed like he wanted it, Grian didn’t want to annoy anyone off during the test.

Backing away, Grian let him handle it. Grian waited a good distance, but the green haired guy didn’t do it. He didn’t go for it.

Did he need encouragement or something?

The test is almost over, maybe he’s trying to get a last minute point?

The green haired guy blasted up into the air, crushing the ground beneath him, tiny rocks flying everywhere.

He smashes the robot, and the head shatters, glass spilling down to the ground.

And maybe Grian was going insane, but he swore the guy said ‘smash!’ Or something.

It was both incredible and sad. As the green haired guy didn’t have a way of getting down safely.

Grian saw a girl who had gravity abilities.

She used her quirk while Grian was watching, Grian pushed her closer to the green haired guy who was falling.

Then ran to be ready to let him down slowly. Gravity girl gave him zero gravity effects, and he flew down slowly. And Grian laid him on the ground lightly.

Then Grian jumped back because the gravity girl started violently throwing up.

“Are you alright?” Grian asked, the guy with a broken arm, that was swollen, twisted, and just fell who knows how far that was.

“Sorry dumb question. Do you know if there’s any medical help?”

“Great job, dears, in my eyes you’re all heroes.” An old lady walked with a cane, slowly making her way to where the green haired boy was lying.

“What happened here? Whatever it is, there isn’t anything a kiss can’t fix!”

The old lady bent down to kiss him on the forehead.

Oh! That was a jumpscare.

It must’ve been part of her quirk, it was still a little scary.

“He smashed his arm when taking down a robot.” Grian explained.

“Right, if you’re uninjured, you can make your way to the exit.” She called.

After this, there would be a test. Grian’ll have to wait for Scar, or maybe his group is finished too?

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Scar waved Grian goodbye after he copied his strength.

Scar took a bus with a group of people, and they were going to a fake city.

That was going to be fun. Getting off the bus, Scar walked to the gate, he had his bow in his hands.

All he needed to do was take down the robots.

The tester yelled to start, and Scar rushed up with the crowd.

Everyone ran straight to the first robot, Scar shot an arrow first, with a fire aspect, burning the robot before anyone could touch it.

That was kinda fun, Scar should do that more often.

“Snooze you lose!” Scar blurted out the childish quote, then spirited away.

Scar found another robot, shooting it down with a couple arrows, no enchantments, they were pretty strong on their own.

The robot tumbled down, falling, and Scar dashed off to find another.

One, after the other, Scar ended up blowing up a few. Burning others, using arrows normally, and somehow using the potion of harming on one.

Scar usually just aimed at the head, since it was where the robot seemed most affected when Scar shot in that area.

The robots were easy to take down, they didn’t seem to fight back much.

Or maybe Scar didn’t pay attention that well? He didn’t have time for this.

Scar shot at another robot, but a blond haired guy, with explosions following him, took it.

“GO TO HELL YOU EXTRA!” He yelled.

Extra? Would an extra get sent to another universe?

Scar shouldn’t take it seriously, but..

“IT’S ON BOOMING BALDY!!” Really mature of Scar, but that’s all he could think of right now.

Scar followed the exploding mess of a person, and stole a robot from him.

Shooting the arrow before he could blow it up.

“GET YOUR OWN ROBOT!” He raged.

Scar just smirked, and continued to try and steal any of the explosion guy’s targets.

And Scar was very good with stealing, he took about half of the robots that guy was going for.

“End! The time is up!” The announcer yelled.

Scar then wandered off to the exit, where the people were being led.

The guy wasn’t that angry with Scar, he must’ve calculated something, knowing he had the higher score.

The exploding guy blew up a trash can, that was empty, guess he doesn’t litter.

That was nice to know, maybe he was a little angry though.

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Grian saw Scar running up to him after the test, from another gate.

“Grian!! I did good! But I think I made a guy really angry.” Scar exclaimed.

“How did you do that, we’re not trying to get bullied.” Grian asked.

“Well, I kept stealing points from him, it was honestly kinda funny, I doubt he’s that mad. He got more points than me.”

Scar flew past the fact he had beef with a random guy, and continued talking about his test. Describing running around.

“And then–”

“Don’t mean to be the bearer of bad news, but we have an exam now.” Scar automatically stopped his sentence and dropped to his knees.

“Scar, you can’t be that disappointed right now, get up.” Grian pulled Scar up from his defeated stance.

“Fine.”

They walked together to the testing area, Scar was sorted into another area.

“See you!” Grian waved back. Scar was gonna be alright, he had a good memory and paid attention more than people would think.

Grian was led into a room with 30-ish people, and was given a paper. This was the test, and it was exactly what he expected.

Grian completed most of the questions with ease, even remembering some of the questions of tests he had taken before.

Grian didn’t get the best of grades, but they were decent enough. He knew how to do them with ease, there were just plenty of distractions.

He finished the exam, reviewed it with the remaining time, switched a few answers, and handed it in.

There wasn’t anything that special about the exam, Grian left the room early.

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Scar walked into a room that was generally quiet, and had answered the questions.

Scar answered them, correctly, he thinks.

He wasn’t the best student when he went to high school before, but mostly because he didn’t care.

When you try to get good grades, it’s because you want to become an admin, and Scar had no eyes for that.

Scar could study, but he didn’t have interest in that.

He generally spended most classes drawing out ideas for builds when he’d be allowed to, when he’d be able to go to a new server.

When you're below the age of 18, you can't leave servers without your legal guardian, and you can’t build, you’re stuck on adventure mode.

It’s boring, Scar only listened to Grian’s study guide because he didn’t want to fail completely, and he could handle listening to Grian talk, most teachers had boring ways of teaching.

But, they could joke about things, randomly start drawing, and take breaks. It was fun, and it didn't feel like studying.

Scar answered the last question on the test, and walked out.

“Grian!” Scar called out.

“Scar, how’d it go?” He asked. “It went fine probably, that’s not that important right now, I’m really hungry!” He expressed.

People were staring at them, was it because they were talking in english? That was weird.

“Hey, extra, do you think you’re cool trying to get more points than me? Or talking in english?” The blonde haired explody boy gritted his teeth at Scar.

“Not really?”

“Just get out of my way in U.A. I’ll be the best.” He was really clear of him being the best.

That was an inferiority complex if he'd ever seen one

Chapter Text

If False were to make the worst pair to go missing, it would be Scar and Grian.

They’ve been incredibly destructive since Grian’s joined. Any machine he went near broke within two seconds, nothing she’s made has broken yet this season.

However that was an entirely different story for other hermits.

The point is, they were doomed if they were thrown into another server without warning, or time to prepare.

So why did she just see these two messages in chat?

-GoodTimeWithScar left the game

-Grian left the game

False wasn’t sure if this was something planned.

Or a prank, Scar was a victim of most of Grian’s pranks.

Maybe he made a lag machine?

False wasn’t sure if he knew how to do that, Grian wasn’t known for being the best at redstone.

She should wait, it’s uncommon for her to be on the server at the same time as those two, why would it be at the same time?

False continued to work on her base, she didn’t really need to think about that too much, they’ll probably come back a day later.

｡𖦹°‧˖⌕ ۫ . . ﹫°𖦹°‧

It’s been a week since they both left, and they haven’t re logged in ever since. And they’ve both been gone for a while.

False can’t say that she’s been extremely close to both of them, but she did care for all the hermits. She worked with Scar during the turf war in season 7, and then went up against Grian during season 6. Mostly, they just are a part of wars.

Maybe they went back to empirer’s? The crossover between the two servers lasted about a month, it would’ve been enough time for them if they needed something.

Falsesymmetry: does anyone know where Scar and Grian went??

Everyone in chat put in a bunch of no’s, followed by apologies. That’s not really what she was looking for, maybe she should ask X about this.

Or she could just figure it out herself.

Mostly, False was curious, Grian and Scar don’t have any other servers than hermitcraft, as far as she was aware.

False placed down the last of her stack of blocks and flew to Grian’s base.

The rift might have something to do with this, and if it didn’t she’ll be able to ask Grumbo something.

She flew down the cave, and landed on the floor. The most notable thing about the cave now was that the rift was closed.

The once bright fiery purple flame was put out. Only charcoal left on the ground.

Trash was left on the ground, flung everywhere, Grian was notable for his chest monsters, but this was a different level of unclean..

“Huh. Dimensions really are weird.” False murmured. She had an entirely different version of herself in the empire’s server, she would know that.

False brought out a piece of paper from the barrel Grian left for people to ask Grumbot questions.

She clicked out a pen and jotted down what she came here for. ‘Where did Scar and Grian go?’ False clicked a few buttons that seemed in the right order, as she hasn’t been in the rift that many times.

Grumbot made a funny tune and spit out a paper for the answer. ‘INTO THE RIFT, AFTER LIGHTING’

So they fell into the rift when lightning struck? But the thunderstorm stopped before they left, False knew that for a fact because she was the one who slept.

Another question, False didn't have enough answers right now. ‘What server are they on?’

They didn’t have to be on empire’s, the rift closed two times before the crossover was officially over.

‘THEY ARE NOT ON A SERVER’ Grumbot answered.

What did that even mean? Not on a server? Permanently dead?

Their names would disappear from the white list, and they would’ve had a death message in chat.

You can’t be permanently dead unless some eldritch interferes, like the rumored Watchers.

When you die on a hardcore server, you’re permanently banned from that place, if you have no home server then you’re dead. It’s painful too, False has been on a hardcore server, multiple times.

They couldn’t have died. Maybe she was just coping, but the facts add up in her mind.

False inspected the area around the portal.

On the carpeted flooring, were marks of wet shoes.

The stain shows that the two of them slipped. No sign of blood, so probably no injury, meaning they’re still alive.

False didn’t have much of a right to call a meeting, so she had to inform Xisuma of this.

‘Could you call a meeting? Grian and Scar haven’t been on the server for a while. I found some things at the rift.’

She clicked send on her comm, this might be extremely hard to find this chaotic duo.

‘Alright, I’ll meet up with you first. Tell me what you’ve found.’ Xisuma sended her.

‘It’s at the rift, Grian and Scar are apparently in somewhere that isn’t a server.’

A few minutes go by and False see X land in the cave.

“Hi X, the rift has closed, and Grumbot told me that they fell into the rift. Are they still on the white list?” False asked.

“Yeah, so at least we know they aren’t permanently dead.” Xisuma took a sigh of relief. “But what did you mean by they aren’t on a server? How’s that possible?”

“Well I asked Grumbo about it, and he told me that they weren’t on any server. I thought that meant that they might be permanently dead, but them still being on the white list says otherwise.” False explained, showing X the paper that gave that answer.

“I’ll check other servers for them.” X checked his comm for a while, looking back up. “Nothing, they aren’t even on a private server as far as I can see.”

"We should ask other hermits if they’ve seen both of them. That’s the worst pairing to go missing.”

That’s what she thought, she continued to search for anything while Xisuma messaged the other hermits to get online.

Slowly, one after the other people landed in the cave until the cave was filled completely.

Xisuma started the meeting.

“Thank you all for coming in on a short notice. The issue is, Scar and Grian may be missing.” People were mostly confused by that statement, it’s normal for hermits to take a break every once in a while.

“Well, what I mean, they aren’t on a server, at all.”

A jumble of confused whispers and conversations among other people arised.

“So they aren’t on a server? That doesn’t make sense, unless they’re permanently dead..” Pearl spoke up.

“I checked the white list, still there.”

“And there weren’t any death messages in chat, it's needed for a permanent death.” False explained.

“We could try to communicate through different worlds, I’ve done that before.” Gem suggested.

“I’m–No, sorry, I have friends on the empire’s server, and I’ve communicated with them. I haven’t gone through worlds, but servers are kinda the same thing.” She said.

False looked at the base for the last time to be careful, and she caught her eyes on a poster lying on the floor.

She walked up to it and saw a strong guy.

Overly exaggerated muscles, bold colors and abnormally dark eyes.

It was made for kids, but why would Grian have it? People have their interesting hobbies and interests, but no one has ever seen Grian with this.

People looked at False while she was inspecting a poster.

“Does Grian like superheroes? Based in Japan?” She didn’t mind the odd looks people gave her when she asked that.

The awkward dumbfounded silence told False all she needed to know.

“I’ll take that as a no, this must’ve fallen from somewhere then.” She murmured.

“Guys does this belong to anyone–”

False got cut off by a purple blast thung blew up in her face, making her tumble backwards with the rest of the hermits.

Everyone was confused. “If this is a lore thing could you not do it right now!” Someone yelled, but False couldn’t see who because the area was bright.

A grey-ish white fog clogged the cave, making it hard to see.

Along with an annoying strong wind, pulling everyone back where they were, unable to barely move.

Where False was a minute ago, was a being. She couldn’t see who or what it was because it was blinding.

Every time she tried looking up, her eyes forcefully shut, and a feeling of nausea would fill her.

False felt like throwing up, it took a lot of willpower to not let it out.

She wanted to ask what or who that was, but then she would let it loose, which led her to do something questionable.

False gulped down her vomit. It honestly made her feel worse.

“WHAT ARE YOU–” She had to pause as the blinding light violently shined.

“-DOING HERE!” She yelled, pulling out her netherite sword.

Step by step, she continued moving forward.

“WAIT FALSE DON’T-” False heard Xisuma call out.

It was too late.

She swung her sword at the blinding creature, and it screeched. It wasn’t a screech of pain, it was laughter.

The blinding creature was mocking False.

The blade didn’t piece through the creature, it even wasn’t close. It stopped, False’s eyes widened as the sword broke as soon as it hit its skin.

Its laughter continued as the neterite shattered into shards.

An invisible force started to leave False into a chokehold.

She struggled to breathe, trying to get back on the ground at the same time.

Screams and shouts were heard from the back of the cave. But

False could’t hear clearly as the sound of her heart pounding in her chest was her focus.

The pain level was higher than normal, she could tell, it had to do with this being, 5 minutes ago it was perfectly fine.

The creature didn’t have eyes, or ears, anything that she could see, but the creature looked like it was mocking False. It said a few words, it wasn’t English, but False got its message.

'𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲'

The monster slammed False into the cold cave wall, knocking her out. Was this taking pity? False didn’t agree, at least she didn’t get permanently killed. Her eyelids blinked rapidly, the pain making body sore. False tried to get up, but her body was shaking. That creature was nothing close to human.

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False didn’t wake up in hermitcraft.

She had no clue where she was, in the sky?

False was falling in the sky. It wasn’t really falling, more like floating.

There wasn’t any sign of ground, it looked like a lobby for a hypixel game, especially bedwars.

One of those creatures appeared again.

'𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲

Its scrambled language, greeted with malice in its tone.

False looked for a weapon on her, but there was absolutely nothing, her inventory was cleared.

“What do you want?” She asked sternly. ‘𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.’ It spat at her. Wow, this thing just slammed into a wall, why is it offended?

‘𝐖𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐗𝐞𝐥𝐪𝐮𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐲, 𝐰𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞.’

The thing scoffed in disgust at False. Who is Xelqua? What is this thing talking about?

“Who’s Xelqua? Stop talking in riddles, seriously.” She backed up from the monster.

‘𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐗𝐞𝐥𝐪𝐮𝐚’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.’ Could it not try to insult her for one second.

“Let me be able to give one message to those two. Tell them not to die. We'll get a way to them. What’s your name anyways?” False asked sharply.

‘𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫.’

It’s ego is annoyingly big, knocking people out doesn’t not make these watchers better.

‘𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭.’ False’s vison blurred, and her eyes close. It felt like she was thrown off a building

She woke up yet again. This time on hermitcraft.

“Huh..” False rose up on the cave ground. She just needed some food, False pulled out some golden carrots from her inventory. Her health bar didn’t go up, weird..

False ate again and again, it only seemed to make her headache pound harder. Her health wasn’t working like it should’ve.

Those dumb watchers. They permanently injured her somehow.

“Are you alright, love?” Stress asked her, taking her hand up. “Yeah. I think.” Stress didn’t seem convinced by that.

“You just got slammed into the wall of a cave! After being suffocated, you are not alright. What’s your health at?”

“It’s not going up. Those things, they were called watchers.” False explained.

“Like the tales? I’m pretty sure that what happened to Evolution was only a rumor.” A rumor? False had recalled a name like that, but she was a little bit busy trying to get back to hermitcraft.

“The story goes that watchers took over that server and trapped players inside. Right?” False re-told.

“Yeah, it hasn’t been confirmed, but it’s popular among parents warning their children.” Stress added.

“You thought you could pass by the fact your health bar isn’t going up, I’ll check how you’re actually doing.”

“It was honestly because of priorities, most injuries eventually heal, and it won’t be that bad with a head injury. Could’ve been worse.” False shrugged.

“That’s not the point.” Stress stated, making False lie down on a bed she carried.

Stress checked through some of False’s stats, and a basic checkup really.

“..there’s something wrong. Your settings are the exact ones as the default, but that injury is unable to heal, at least it’s at a very slow heal rate. A potion may be able to cure it, it’ll have to be a very strong one. I’ll fix one up for you, but it might take a while.” Stress explained.

“You were knocked out for a while, what happened? I tried waking you, but you didn’t get up, you seemed like you were forced to start sleeping.”

“I..was..” False tried to think of words to make Stress understand.

“Having a dream..a bad one.” She could only seem to say.

“I won’t force you to tell me, but try not to overwork, False.” Stress requested.

They both went there on their way to their base.

False wonders if those two are thriving, they’re alive, but what if they somehow get on the news, whichever universe they are.

That seems like something they’d do when in a different universe.

Little did False know, they did just that.

Chapter Text

“Am I a dog? Am I a mouse? Nope! I’m the principal of U.A!” Nedzu knocked on their door a little after the test. He skipped into their room and raised his arms up happily.

“You two have made it into the only and only hero school, U.A! Both with flying colors, as you also made it into the top ten!”

Nedzu explained, pulling out a hologram of the leaderboard of the top ten.

“Amazing work for people who have only gotten powers 3 days ago, I see great potential for you both! Even if you’re doing this to kill time, you may become amazing heroes!” Nedzu praised, then hopped out the door.

He left a paper leaving all the information they would need for school, the student ID’s, and how they did in the test.

They got in, Grian wasn’t that surprised, they did fairly well in the test. Scar actually got third with 72 points.

He said that he got rescue points from stealing from explody boy, which seemed to count because other people were in danger from the robots.

Grian made it to tenth place, so he was happy with it. It made enough sense, and he got some rescue points from saving the green haired guy from flopping in the floor

Grian and Scar woke up in the room. The alarm shone the numbers at 4:00 AM.

“Why did we wake up this early..” Scar asked after they both got into their school uniforms.

White silk fabric, a red bow tie, and green-ish teal pants. Nothing too special, but Grian prefered it over his old high school uniform.

“We can’t just go downstairs and end up there, we’ll look like intruders or something. And, when we go somewhere before going to school, I have to teach you manners or else you’ll get weird looks.” Grian explained.

“Fine.. why are you so careful now..” Scar complained.

“Well we’re done for if you don’t try to fit in."

They walked downstairs, and exited the building, no students were there yet, only staff for the school.

“Let’s just go to a nearby coffee shop.” Scar suggested. “Alright.” Grian agreed.

They took a table near the door, and sat down. Grian started explaining everything about manners.

They were a little different from the ones they were used to, but Scar could probably manage.

After a long ramble, they were done, Scar and Grian walked out the door.

Back at the school, the two of them saw a group of students walking into the school.

Grian wasn’t sure he was ready for this again. High School wasn’t the most enjoyable part of his life, that would go to when he was in the EVO server.

High school was generally unenjoyable for him. Grian had friends, he just didn’t have friends.

He didn’t get bullied, but it honestly felt like it sometimes.

Leaving that city was the best thing that Grian could’ve done. Nothing against Tokyo, but if he didn’t, that guy would’ve followed him forever.

Grian took a deep breath, and stepped into the school.

Class 1-A. The door read, this was their classroom. Walking through the unnecessary tall door, they both saw a half full classroom.

A pink skinned and haired girl was talking to everyone nearby her desk.

The blue haired guy from the exam was scolding the blonde haired guy that Scar made angry.

A guy with spiky red hair was having a conversation about being manly.

Not as scary as he thought it’d be, but anything goes here. The paper that Nedzu left on their doorstep said that Grian was in seat 10, and Scar was in seat 19.

Grian sat down, the seat to his right was empty, and to the left of him was a kid with half red half white hair.

He hadn’t seen him in the tests, and Grian didn’t want to stare too long.

A few minutes passed by, and Grian lifted his head off the desk, glancing at Scar.

He noticed Scar seemed a little scared, which was weird.

Normally, Scar would go right to talking to people, and it seemed weird for him to be nervous.

But it wasn’t because of the environment, it was because of the guy who was in front of him.

Grian noticed that it was explody boy, despite being yelled at, he was also glaring at Scar.

Scar was stronger than Grian, he would’ve burst out laughing, and then probably explode by explody boy.

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Scar was usually good at talking with people, being in this universe was no different, he could easily talk with Mr. Yamada after he got questioned.

And smooth-talked Nedzu into giving him and Grian a room in U.A, though Nedzu probably saw the smooth-talk. It worked, that’s what mattered.

But being here was different. Explody boy was sitting in front of Scar, which was scary, but he could get through it. Unfortunately, explody boy was glaring at him.

Scar knew that stealing his points would create some tension, that happens all the time, he just didn’t know that he would be in the same class as him!

Scar kept his head down, too scared to look up, he should look at Grian instead, that’d make sense.

Grian was..giggling. What was he giggling at?

Just as Scar was about to ask, the green haired guy that Grian mentioned was at the doorway.

“It’s him.” The blue haired boy said, making the rest of the class snap their heads to look at him.

“Oh hi..!” The green haired guy awkwardly said, turning away from the class.

“Good morning! I am Tenya Iida, from the–" Iida started strutting towards the green haired guy.

“Yeah, yeah. Um. I know. I’m Izuku Midoriya. It’s super nice to meet you.” Midoriya backed away from Iida a little.

“Midoriya, I completely misjudged you, you knew what you were doing, as you figured out a deeper meaning to the rules that were placed.”

Did he? Scar didn’t know about that because he was with a different group, but Grian didn’t seem too impressed, he was more worried because someone threw up after that.

“Falling boy! I remember you!” A brown haired girl entered the class, that’s the gravity girl that Grian talked about.

“You were so cool when you hit that robot! It went like pow! Ka-boom!” She continued, making fists and punches in the air.

They continued to talk, and the anger from explody boy shifted to Midoriya.

“If you’re here just to make friends, I’m afraid you should leave now.” Mr. Aizawa? Scar thinks that was Mr. Aizawa.

He looked a little closer and saw him bundled up in a yellow sleeping bag, then he drank some apple cider patch made for toddlers.

“Welcome to U.A high, it took you all 8 seconds to shut up, that’s not going to work.” Finally, he zipped down the sleeping bag and got up.

“Hello I’m Shota Aizawa, your teacher.” Mr Aizawa was a teacher at U.A? Scar knew that he was a pro hero, but a teacher?

People seemed so shocked to hear that, like they had no clue who he was. Was Mr.Aizawa that much of an underground hero?

“Right, let's get to it. Put these on and head outside.” He pulled out a blue, red, and white tracksuit.

Everyone headed for the change rooms, and did just that.

“Scar, why were you so scared, the face he was making was incredibly funny.” Grian laughed again, when they were leaving the change room.

Scar would have replied if it weren’t for the fact Mr. Aizawa was watching everyone insanely closely, no one dared to talk, so it would be awkward if Scar broke the silence.

“What? A quirk assessment test?” Everyone called out at the same time.

“Orientation! We’ll miss it!” Gravity girl cried out. “Here at U.A, we aren’t meant to follow traditions, meaning I have full control over these classes. Also, last place will be expelled.” Mr. Aizawa ignored the complaint.

“He’s not bluffing.” Grian whispered. “Just don’t come in last.”

The expelled part was probably true, but Scar doubts he’ll do it this year. Give it a few months and he will definitely warm up to these kids.

“You all have never been able to use your quirks in an assessment test, but U.A is different, you’re allowed to use your quirks however you’d like in this.” He instructed.

“So go all out.” They were doing races, Scar and Grian went up against each other.

Grian just touched Scar first so that he’d run faster, using both of their speeds.

Then Scar pulled out his Hot Guy bow, using an arrow of swiftness IV, he shot himself, making him faster. So that Grian couldn’t copy him anymore.

They ran up against each other, it was close but Scar was just slightly faster.

Next up was a test of grip strength. Scar used strength and punch IV in order to get it to 301.4.

Grian went around ‘accidently’ bumping into people for this, then did it. 302.1. Scar should talk to others, to see where he places, he made Grian tag along. He first went up to the guy with multiple arms.

“Woah you’re amazing Shoji!” Another guy besides him praised. “What’d you get?” Scar askes.

They both looked at Scar slightly weirdly.

“Oh. um, sorry. My name is Scar Good-times, not a joke, I just have a weird name.” He introduced. “Nice to meet you, my name’s Mezo Shoji.” The armed guy greeted Scar.

“Name’s Hanta Sero, what’s your name man?” He gestured to Grian. “I’m Grian Solidarity.” He said briefly. “What did you guys get?” Sero asked. “I have 302.1.”

“301.4.” Sero looked a little shocked. “Wow you guys are crazy! Shoji over her got 500 kilograms! I have around 50.. Your quirks must be insanely good!” Sero praised.

Scar and Grian were pretty good at this, despite getting their quirks just a day ago. They were still pretty far ahead, which was good.

After that was a ball throw.

“Bakugou, you got first place in the entrance exam, throw this ball as far as you can with your quirk.” Mr. Aizawa asked.

Explody boy’s name was Bakugou? Scar was still going to call him explody boy. “Alright.” He grunted, taking the ball from Mr. Aizawa.

“GO TO HELL!” He yelled, exploding the ball, leaving a puff of smoke and flashes of the explosion to follow.

“756 meters.” People gasped at that. Scar couldn’t because he kinda forgot the metric system a little, in hermitcraft usually just used blocks.

One after the other, people started throwing. The average being 200 meters, which was around the farthest you could see from the field.

Gravity girl got infinity unsurpisingly, it was still pretty cool. Scar joined in with the rest of his classmates on cheering her.

Scar went, Scar used strength and punch again, then used flying on the ball.

Flying might’ve lasted about 3:00 minutes so that would’ve given extra minutes.

Scar then shot at the ball as flying ran out, giving 3 minutes of slow falling.

“Why is he shooting at the ball?” Some people asked. “This is taking awhile, so you’re up.” He pointed to Grian.

Mr. Aizawa had refusen to call Grian or Scar by their first names.

He refuses to seem to have favortism, but refuses to call them by their last names. Solidarity might’ve been bearable, but Good-Times might seem like a prank.

Grian went, getting a little higher than average, and Scar got around the same.

They weren’t trying to get an amazing score, or to be first. They just didn’t have to be last, and with how things were going that’d be easy.

“Midoriya, ball throw.”

Midoriya had a long time standing there.

He had the ball, but maybe he was having a flashback? He wasn’t doing so well in the other tests.

Midoriya threw the ball, but before he could use his quirk, it floped.

Mr. Aizawa’s hair was floating all around, so eraserhead did have something to do with his quirk.

His quirk is to erase. People got shocked by that, they haven’t realize Mr. Aizawa’s quirk.

“Useless passion is just useless. You are in last place right now Midoriya, do your best in this or go home.” Mr. Aizawa said coldly.

Midoriya scaredly nodded. Midoriya did it again, he winded up, and threw the ball.

The ball had a storm of wind follow it, launching it into the air. But Midoriya’s fingers cracked, and Scar could hear it.

They were purple and definitely broken. Midoriya winced in pain, but the ball didn’t stop. “705.3 meters” Mr. Aizawa stated.

Most of the class was shocked, and Explody boy seemed angry.

Bakugou was always annoyed with Midoriya it seemed, but it looked like he was actually going to attack.

Bakugou launched forward in anger, and reached out to Midoriya to blow him up.

Mr. Aizawa used the scarf he carried around to stop Bakugou. “What the..”

“My quirk is ‘erasure’, it removes whoever’s quirk I’m looking at. I don’t use it as much because I get dry eyes.” That’s a bad reason to not use it that much.

“Bakugou calm down. Anger can cause a hero’s doom.” Mr. Aizawa scolded, putting him down from his scarf.

Midoriya walked back, somewhat defeated. Mr. Aizawa said that he could go to recovery girl after the assessment test was done.

That must suck! He has to wait, Mr. Aizawa has to warm up to this class faster.

After he was done being crowded, Midoriya approached Scar and Grian.

“That was a good throw! Don’t feel so bad.” Scar comforted, he was telling the truth. Mr. Aizawa has the guts to do it, but he won’t.

Midoriya has plenty of potential, and Mr. Aizawa just realised that.

“Thanks, I just have to try harder.” Midoriya stated. “What are your names by the way?”

“Scar Good-Times! Please call me Scar though.”

“Grian Solidarity, same thing, we’d prefer first names.” Midoriya looked a little dumb founded.

Good-Times must’ve been incredibly uncommon, it was normal for people to have last names like that on servers.

After that the tests were pretty basic and easy. They did well, top 10, not that good for top 5.

It was sad watching Midoriya push through pain while having a broken finger.

The results were in, and Midoriya was last place. Mr. Aizawa was explaining how it was all a test to put them under pressure.

They were all going to go back, but they stayed a while because Midoriya was asking a few questions.

“Scar?” Grian called out. “Do you see that too?” He pointed to the brick wall, and the menacing figure hiding behind it.

He recognizes that guy. Big bulky muscles, dark eyes, and a huge smile. Then it clicked.

“Is that the guy from the poster!” Scar said, a little bit too loudly, making the dude-his name was All Might if Scar remembers correctly, hide back behind the wall.

The class looked to where Scar was looking and then gave him a weird look after that. Now he looked insane, and Grian facepalmed and sighed.

The rest of the day was simple, Mr. Aizawa went over a few of the rules of the school, and talked about the curriculum a little.

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The day was over, finally. Grian didn’t hate that school, yet.

Grian needed something from a store, and they didn’t want to seem like weirdos who live at U.A so going somewhere after school would be beneficial.

The two of them walked to a shop. Grian needed to do that because he wanted to get candles for a shrine.

That’s just what Grian does when he misses Mumbo. You couldn’t blame him really, he had one on hermitcraft because while he was still there Mumbo wasn’t back yet.

“Can I help with setting it up?” Scar asked. “Yeah sure, why not?”

They found a small store in the far area when they went. It was a basic dollar store. A little unkempt and messy, but generally it was alright.

Grian searched the aisle for candles, once he found one he tried to get one that he would like.

This was a need. Maybe it seemed weird to make a shrine for someone, but it kinda gave Grian comfort.

Grian was starting to seriously miss hermitcraft and the hermits.

They were amazing friends of his, and being on the hermitcraft server was one of the best things that happened to him.

He grabbed a few black candles of different sizes, while scar got the yarn they would use to make Mumbo’s mustache.

“Hey Grian, are you ready to go?” He asked with the black yarn bundled in his arms.

“I can check the stuff out, you said you saw some stray cats you wanted to feed?” Grian suggested.

“I’ll join you once I’m done checking the stuff out.” He did want to join Scar feeding cats. Scar nodded and smiled, and handed the yarn to Grian.

Scar happily exited the building.

Grian waited second in line. Would Scar be okay on his own?

Probably not, but Grian doesn’t think he’d die or anything. Grian didn’t want to be separated from Scar during this ‘vacation’ they’re on.

He dies at least 30 times per week on hermitcraft, and that’s when he’s dying his least.

Grian got his things checked out, and thanked the cashier. He left the store. “Scar!”

No response.

The stray cats outside the door weren’t there either, the cardboard box was empty.

“Scar!?” He called out again, maybe Scar just got carried away with the cats, and left the original area.

“SCAR!” This was a little concerning. Scar wasn’t anywhere in sight.

“Grian..?” He called out, in front of a young highschool girl who had passed out. He was in an alleyway.

She had blonde hair, blood splattered all over the alleyway, and the girl had a weird device that looked like a syringe.

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Scar left the store. He found cats that were outside the store! They were happy, Scar gave them a little of the fish he left in his inventory all the time.

One of the cats purred while he scratched his neck.

It was adorable!

Scar heard footsteps coming from behind while he was petting one of the cats.

They probably wanted something from the store. Scar continued with his very serious business of petting cats. “Hello, there!”

A blonde girl who looked a little older than the ‘age’ he was. She had a yellow cardigan, smiley, and her hair was put into two buns.

“Hi! Do you wanna pet the cats too?” Scar asked, he didn’t mind petting cats with a stranger.

She looked a little shocked by that question, like she’s never been invited to do anything.

“..huh. Sure, why not.” Her happy voice seemed to go away, replaced with confusion.

She seemed to be happy petting them, a moment of peace for her.

Scar didn’t know this girl, he doubted he would have any run-ins with her ever again, but it might make a little difference in her life.

She was so jittery before, like a strong craving hasn’t been eased yet.

“Thanks, that calmed me down a little. Could I have your blood?” She asked with a knife in her hand, gripping it tightly while smiling.

“No thanks, cravings are hard to deal with.” He politely refused. He usually would give blood, but he wasn’t sure if the blood would work like normal blood here. Whatever she’s using it for.

“Aww… I wanted to do this easier.” The girl raised her knife and swung it at Scar.

She got to her feet and stabbed her knife at Scar while backing him into a corner while he dodged.

“You’re a U.A student? That’s even better! Blood from there tastes so good, so I hear!" She happily added, looking at Scar's uniform.

Instead, she cut upwards, making Scar move back further.

The girl pulled out a syringe, making the hole sharper, while trying to stab Scar.

Scar grabbed the hand which was trying to stab him and crushed it against the wall.

Making the syringe broken and shattered, while piercing his hand as well.

He winced back in pain, then while she was trying to catch her syringe back, Scar took the opportunity to knock her out with a chop to the neck.

“Sorry!” He said, while she fell asleep. He wasn’t going to kill her, that wouldn’t be very hero-like, respawn doesn’t exist in this world.

Blood was spilled everywhere, it was his blood rather than hers. The girl looked so sad when Scar said no to giving blood.

“SCAR!” Grian calles out, oh yeah, he was here.

“Grian?” He could only say, he was a little tired from fighting the girl, he didn’t even get her name.

This was gonna get them on the news.

Chapter Text

Scar got up for school, he turned to Grian’s bed to see a tidied bed, meaning Grian left the room.

Grian sometimes did that, when they were in boatem in season 8, Grian would leave early in the morning to wander off in a nearby forest.

Scar never cared to ask, it wasn’t his business, and it was probably something simple like he takes morning walks.

Scar had the weird gut feeling to just not ask, so he listened.

He put the grey blazer over his arms and left the door. First day was alright, he got attacked, but that was okay honestly.

Grian was in the front of the school, he looked fidgety, he couldn’t seem to stay still.

Grian looked panicked, he had his uniform and his schoolbag, meaning he got ready way earlier than Scar.

If Grian didn’t want to tell Scar what happened, he’d be okay with it.

Grian wants to keep whatever makes him go out earlier, he’ll stay out of it.

Scar would only step in if whatever he’s doing would make him feel worse. If it gets to a point. And it doesn’t seem to be doing that, just yet.

Scar walked down to the front of the school, right before students started coming.

“Grian! Are you okay?” Scar asked. He was feeling fidgety, that’s Scar’s priority then. Grian didn’t look hurt nor scared, just tired and jumpy.

“..mhmm.” He just mumbled. “Did you sleep well? No offense Grian, but you look awful.” Scar pointed out.

“No. I didn’t. I was busy making theories.” Grian said.

He was lying, well about the second part at least.

They made it up the stairs by then, changed shoes, then walked upstairs again.

Back again to the classroom, class 1-A, nice ring to it. Scar likes the class so far, he stepped in the room. A pink haired and skinned girl hopped in front of them.

“Hey you two! Names and numbers? I wanna make a class 1-A class group chat!” She asked with a notepad. They introduced themselves, first name basis, then gave their numbers.

Mina Ashido was her name. Scar should talk to more people, he wasn’t given a chance because his classmates were taking the elimination thing seriously.

Scar went to his seat, and greeted Midoriya.

“Good morning Midoriya! Is your finger okay?” Scar asked. “Uh, I, yeah it is, thanks for asking!” Midoriya replied.

“You got third right? That’s so cool! I can tell your quirk has something to do with your bow, but I can't know what it is exactly.”

“Ohh, yeah, basically, the arrows on my bow can give different effects to what it touches.” Scar explained happily.

The bell rang, and Midoriya had to turn his chair back. The rest of the classes were boring.

English was boring, it was taught by Present Mic though. It was boring because he already knew english.

Grammar and punctuation was a little different, but Scar could swear he felt magic.

Magic, like enchantments and any sort of mobs.

They had magic in them, Scar’s bow had an extremely overpowered amount of magic, but not enough in order to feel the presence of magic.

Usually you could only feel magic when it’s put into an entity.

Like zombies, they weren’t players, but fake corpses enchanted by magic.

When you were near one, you could feel magic, which feels cold.

Also the rumored 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, Scar’s never seen one for himself, but everyone from EVO had disappeared.

𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, strong beings who exist, who have far greater powers than any other player.

Scar had heard a rumor or two, but that’s basically it. Did he believe them?

He wasn’t so sure, but he wouldn’t want to meet one, they’re usually talked about downley, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 are known to be cruel and selfish.

Doing anything to players for simple entertainment.

Maybe he was doing everything except for paying attention, but it was true.

He doubted his classmates could feel it, because they weren’t players, but Grian would.

Next was literature, which, Scar couldn’t lie, had no more excuses not to read.

Scar was a little bit into the story that they were reading.

Two business partners that were best friends, but they were both overwhelmed by work. In the end, one of them killed themself, for the other became depressed.

It felt familiar, like Scar had known exactly how they felt. Deja vu, it was extreme. Like he’d done this before. He didn’t know where or when, but it happened.

Grian had gone to the washroom just before the ending, he missed the best part!

Grian has been going to the washrooms a lot. He looked so scared and ashamed to be in the classroom.

Scar turned to the next page when he noticed the cold touch of the magic seemed to be gone for a little.

It had calmed down. The temperature became warmer. Scar tried to follow along while they were starting the next short story, but he couldn’t.

It didn’t hit as hard as the first one did, so he ended up looking at the clock for a while.

It ticked, 10 seconds, then it was 5 seconds till the bell would ring.

Scar heard the bell ring, and it woke him out of putting his head on the desk to rest.

Lunch! Finally!

Scar wanted to dash out, but Grian looked at him, telling him to wait with only a glance.

Once the teacher dismissed them, Scar grabbed Grian out his seat and ran out to lunch. “I was soooo bored in that class.” Scar groaned.

“Yeah, I could tell, when I looked at your side of the classroom, I saw you just looking up at the ceiling.” Grian replied.

“Which table do you want to sit at?” Scar asked, before being politely tapped on the shoulder by Midoriya.

“Hi, uhm. You guys could sit with us.. if you wanted to.” He said, pointing to a table with a few other class 1-A students.

Scar smiled, he did need a good impression.

“If you don’t mind!” Scar said, him and Grian following Midoriya to the table. Iida looked up to the two.

“I don’t believe we met, if you didn’t know, I’m Tenya Iida, what are your names?” He asked.

They introduced themselves, yet again, then Uraraka sat down next to Iida.

Scar and Grian were next to each other. For..In case of emergency? Which felt unnecessary, because Scar just wanted to sit next to Grian.

“Hey, this food is so good!” Midoriya called out.

“Totally! It’s amazing!” Uraraka agreed.

“I don’t usually get to eat stuff like this!” Scar added, with Grian nodding his head violently. “Well, yes, it’s to be expected with the U.A high.” Iida said, underreacting.

“Huh, you're reacting to this with a lot of normalization.” Midoriya pointed out.

“I KNEW IT! You’re a rich kid!” Scar and Uraraka said at the same time.

“I know right? It made so much sense with the glasses and everything! He’s a richie!!” Scar yelled.

“Yeah! And his vibes too!” Uraraka said, making some weird gestures, spreading out her arms. “

Ah, well, you’re aware of the pro hero, Inginium.”

No.

“Yeah!” Midoriya got a little excited. Scar and Grian came to this world like four days ago, why would they know about some hero? No offense of course.

“Inginium..is my older brother. I’m from the Iida family line of heros.” Iida revealed. Now it felt a little off calling him Iida…

“Really? Makes sense, your quirks are very similar!” Uraraka said.

Then the conversation continued into them talking about heroes and their families.

Scar listened, but was a little concerned and distracted when Grian went to the washroom for a least the fourth time today.

It had to be either, he was having a really bad day with the digestive system, or something else was going on.

“What about you, Scar?” That snapped his attention back. “Huh, sorry, what?”

“We were asking where are you guys from? I don’t think you’re native here.. OH, but, please tell me if I was wrong. I don’t mean to offend you or anything.” Midoriya apologised repeatedly.

“It’s okay! I don’t mind, M’ from America, and Grian’s from England.” Scar answered. That’s where he’d live if he were in this world, he thinks.

“Two different places? I didn’t expect that from you both.” Uraraka said.

“Huh, why?”

Iida pushed his glasses back into place.

“You both have been extremely close, don’t you know? During the exam, you too walked together, talked with one another a lot. Even during yesterday, wherever you went, Grian would follow you, and the same goes for you.”

Did they? Was it obvious that they were a little clingy?

To be fair, they were both sent into another universe together, being clingy is acceptable here.

“Even when Grian was just going to the washroom, you were concerned. How long have you two known each other?” Iida asked.

He had to think about it. They met officially a quarter into season 6, 3 more seasons.. and a couple of minecraft championships.

“About 6 and a half years.”

“That makes sense, you too are really good friends.” Midoriya added. Grian came back from the washroom, he was clutching his stomach, close to collapsing.

“Are you okay?”

“M’ fine.. just a little tired.” Grian replied. “I threw up in the bathroom.. I ate something weird for breakfast.” Scar felt like that was a lie but there was no proof on his end.

“Alright, we hope you get better!” Iida wished. “All Might is going to teach us today, at least according to rumors.” Uraraka brought up.

“Really? I honestly didn’t expect that.” Grian called.

The guy that was watching people behind a brick wall? He was popular, if Scar could recall.

There were multiple posters of him yesterday when they went to that store.

“Where did you hear that from anyways?” It was probably correct, Scar saw him at school, which according to the rules, he would have to have an ID card to enter.

“Well, someone in class 1-B told me about it, Mina told me about the rumor.” Uraraka explained.

“Huh.” Grian just mumbled. They continued the conversation, until the end of lunch.

Grian seemed keen to leave the lunch table, and needed to go to the washroom again.

Seriously, Grian has to have something wrong going on, it hasn’t even been 30 minutes since the last time he went.

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Grian couldn’t do this anymore. He must’ve been going insane or something, it was painful just being in the school. There were so many eyes on him.

The feeling of being watched was piecing, Grian wanted to just stop existing if it would make it stop. He loathed the feeling of being 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝.

No one was watching, in this universe at least, but they were definitely.

Grian hated lying to Scar about this, but there was no way he could tell him about this. That’s why Grian was crouched down in a bathroom stall.

Evolution, or EVO for short, was one of the best server ideas he’s ever made.

It was genius. After highschool, Grian was too afraid to play on public servers or with other players.

And he had missed all the updates, so he tried making something new.

Evo wasn’t that popular, not even close to the attention hermitcraft got, but it was still nice.

That was how it was, before 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 came. It was small at first, offering rewards for listening to their recommendation, or tiny pranks when players wouldn’t.

Grian hated how it felt like 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 wouldn’t cause any harm. Like how they pretended to be friends, how 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 would slowly drive players insane with 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 ‘little games’.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 were watching him and his every move. Why couldn’t 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 just leave him alone?

Grian was tired of this, but it’s been 3 minutes and he should go back to class.

The life games already sucked, having to repeatedly get your life played with like a toy was mentally exhausting.

No one remembers 3rd life, it sucked. Grian had no one who could understand why he became so fond of poppies and lilacs, or why he learned so many facts about the desert.

No one he could share his hardships with.

It felt like all the hardwork and effort he put into 3rd life got erased.

Grian got up from the bathroom floor, the feeling of being 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 was so annoying.

And that his head was pounding insanely, he’s had a headache ever since he's woken up. He couldn’t keep 𝐢𝐭 a secret from Scar for much longer.

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Grian had been in the washroom for an awfully long time, and the bell is going to ring. Grian entered the classroom, looking worse than he did earlier.

Scar really didn’t understand what was happening, he had no clue. Which made it worse, it’s hard to solve a problem you can’t find.

“I AM HERE!” All Might yelled, hanging onto the door ledges. “Going through the door like a hero!”

He looked fun.

He marched to the front of the class, and a few people made comments during his entry. But what was clear was that everyone had extreme respect for this guy.

Scar had no clue what this guy had done, number 1 hero apparently as people shouted that out.

Scar thinks that’s supposed to be impressive?

“Welcome to your most important class in U.A! Think of it as hero-in 101! Here you will learn the basics of being a pro hero! And what it means to fight in the name of good! Let’s get into it! In this lesson, we pone our punches!”

All Might yelled while striking a pose and his muscles kinda looked like those crappy halloween costumes.

Seriously though, this guy was oddly ripped.

“Key part of being a hero is…LOOKING GOOD! Put on your costumes! For we need to train in style! Suit up, then meet md in ground beta”

He pulled out a piece of paper from nowhere, and shoved it in front of everyone’s faces. The paper said ‘BATTLE’ on it.

Everyone put on their costumes, before officially coming to U.A, people gave outfit designs to companies and they manufactured it.

Scar, of course, got his signature Hotguy outfit. Same with the black texture, the blue and orange outlines and the logo in the middle.

He ordered sunglasses, but he wasn’t actually gonna wear them unfortunately.

Grian had the same red sweater that he always wore.

Plus a belt in order to keep a few things he brought from hermitcraft.

The flint and steel, some TNT, plus an egg because Grian was not poultry-man. In his words at least.

On the top of his head were goggles for some reason, golden lining with clear explosion and bullet proof glass.

“Course’ you chose that outfit..” Grian commented.

“Yeah…but it’s a good outfit! You can’t lie.”

Grian chuckled. “It does, sorry, I shouldn’t be talking, I have an egg on my belt.”

Scar rolled his eyes to that.

“Mhm, because you're not ‘Poultry Man”. Never letting that one go, are you?” Scar put quotation marks in the air.

And, the rest of class.1-A’s costumes were..interesting.. Scar thought some of them were good, like Iida’s or explody boy’s.

But…Midoriya’s. Scar thought he had some potential, but what was that?

The gloves looked too big for the overall outfit, the green was an awkward color, and what was with the ugly hood?

The half white haired and red haired dude that sat next to Hrian had.. half of his outfit covered in ice.

And had a red glowing eye thing that really only covered his vision.

Scar liked to think he was good at making costumes and ideas, he wasn’t really the one to judge..

What was that!? It wasn’t unironic either, they genuinely chose to wear these outfits. All Might started explaining in the front.

“Should we get started, you bunch of newbies?”

Scar heard a conversation behind him of Uraraka complimenting Midoriya’s outfit.

“Grian, I might just blow up the moon if everyone starts coming up with horrible outfit ideas.”

“I can’t say I’m a big fan, but let’s not do a repeat of season 8.” They whispered in english, Scar wouldn’t want that going on his record here.

All Might explained how the drill would work.

“Most of the villain fights that you see on the news take place outside, but if you think of it statistically, they mostly happen indoors. With this training exercise, you’ll be split into teams of good guys and bad guys, then fight 2 on 2 battles.”

After that, Scar honestly stopped listening for a while, not many reasons to.

A few of his classmates asked All Might questions about the exercise. “Listen up!” He brought out a script that he pre-planned for the lesson.

“The bad guys have hidden a nuclear bomb somewhere in the building. The good guys have to find it. The good guys win if they capture the villains, or find the bomb. Likewise, the other team wins if they hide their bomb, or get the heros! Let’s choose teams by drawing lots!”

Scar got put with Grian, which must’ve been an insane fluk. “Alrighty! Let’s see who will go first!” All Might pull out two balls out of the machine.

The two teams going up were team D and A. Scar just wanted to show off his cool bow skills.

Who was going up anyways? Team D was Midoriya and Uraraka, team A was Bakugou and Iida.

Not the best pairing of teams, Scar couldn’t lie.

The way Bakugou glared at Midoriya as if he didn’t belong in this school.

Like he hated Midoriya.

Why did Bakugou hate Midoriya so much? Scar doubt he’d learn, Bakugou is too prideful to open up, let alone to Scar. And Midoriya wouldn’t know exactly why.

“Villains! Find a good place to hide your nuclear weapon! Heroes, wait outside that building. The rest of you, follow me to the viewing area.” All Might instructed.

“Who do you think is gonna win?” Scar asked Grian.

He took a second, glancing upwards before giving the answer.

“I think by skill, team A would’ve won. Iida and Bakugou would probably be able to defeat them, but..”

“Bakugou’s communication skills would be far too small. And Uraraka and Midoriya are already friends.” Scar continued Grian’s sentence.

“Right. I forget how much you pay attention when you want to.”

They watched from the side of the room. Midoriya and Uraraka walked in the building, looking for the bomb.

While Bakugou refused to communicate with Iida, making their prediction correct.

Midoriya predicted his move, dodging the right hook that Bakugou used.

After, Midoriya tried to get Bakugou distracted while Uraraka ran off to find the weapon.

Midoroya ran away from Bakugou, probably trying to think of a plan when Bakugou finds him again.

“Bakugou’s weirdly aggressive to Midoriya.” Scar commented. “I think that’s pretty clear, Scar.”

“Well yeah, but don’t you find it weird? Bakugou’s an aggressive person generally.

He isn’t seen breathing heavily, calling someone’s name desperately, and probably yelling thousands of insults to them. He doesn’t do that to anyone other than Midoriya.” Scar explained his thoughts to words.

“They have to have something going on. It has to go deeper than Bakugou finding Midoriya week.”

Grian thought of Scar’s words for a second. “You’re right, but you didn’t need to do a whole inspection on them.” Grian agreed though.

They looked back to the screen to see Midoriya getting blown up and Bakugo screaming violently at him.

“The heck..!?” Grian yelled out.

Many students started screaming at All Might to stop the match. Bakugou kept on opening up his arms, begging for more effort.

Having a fake smile of a friend plastered on his face. Bakugou was mocking Midoriya.

Midoriya got up to run, then stopped when he was backed up into a corner.

Bakugou charged his fist, to punch Midoriya. It wasn’t strong enough to kill him, but it was surely enough force to injure him badly.

“Seriously sir! They’re trying to kill each other!”

Instead of aiming for Bakugou, Midoriya punched upwards, breaking the area in which he hit, breaking in every floor.

Uraraka was on the floor above, grabbed one of the pillars, then hit the debris in the air to attack Iida.

Then she leaped off the ground and hugged the target. After, she started throwing up, guess she gets dizzy when she uses her quirk.

Making the hero team win.

Which felt more like a loss honestly. A few of the came in order to help Midoriya to the infirmary, while the three others went to the camera room.

“Now that I think about this, we should have some sort of strategy.” Grian pointed out.

“Oh! Right, um. What if I just hit them with blindness, slowness, and nausea? It doesn’t matter what team we’re on anyways.” Grian thought of it for a second.

“The arrow lasts for about how long a potion would last, so then you’d have to keep hitting them. And wouldn’t they normally start out too far?”

“Well, yeah, but when you don’t have time to prepare you don’t have much you can do with your quirk.” Grian smirked.

“I can touch them with any part of my body, meaning I could just ‘accidentally’ step on someone’s foot, which isn’t too hard. And, I could just copy someone’s way of thinking.”

“You were clearly ready for that.”

“I was.”

Scar crossed his arms in pettiness. “Okayyy, sure, but would you be fast enough to think of a counter plan if they're too strong?”

Grian opened his mouth to say something, then paused mid-way.

“Uh, no, but…I could at least try to avoid whatever they’re planning to do, which means that you’ll be able to use your unfair amount of abilities you get from the bow.”

“Good, no, great plan!”

“Alright youngsters! Follow me while we review the performance of your fellow classmates” All Might made a gesture leading to the door.

Bakugou was clenching his fist, putting his head seemingly in shame.

Uraraka looked pale, and was still hugging her stomach.

While Iida’s eyes were unfocused, probably reviewing the match intensely.

“Well, Iida was actually the MVP during this match!” Iida was shocked, so was most of the class.

All Might asked if anyone could explain, and Momo Yaoyorozu, another classmate, explained why.

Grian and Scar were going up next. They were given earpieces to communicate with each other.

Grian stepped on his shoe briefly while he still could, and they left to go hide the bomb.

So, this guy was basically planning to freeze the entire building, that was nice.

“Scar, when I tell you to jump, you jump, okay? The ice guy is going to freeze the entire building. And… Shoji is going to check throughout the building with his quirk to find the bomb. Just try to find him first and shoot him with the effects.”

Grian explained.

“Yeah, we should get swiftness, strength, and re-gen. Here.” Scar shot an arrow gently into Grian’s arm. Then to his own.

“Are you ready, this guy probably got through recommendations?” Scar asked.

“Ehh it’s whatever, let’s just try to not get majorly destroyed. "

The whistle blew, and Scar waited for Grian’s signal to jump. Grian anticipated it, while Scar watched.

“Now!”

Scar jumped at the same time, they both watched as ice filled throughout the entire building.

“Wow. Anyways, I’ll go towards them as a runner, and as a distraction, I’ll use the earbuds, so be aware.”

Grian left the room, Scar started by trying to melt the ice.

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Grian exited the room with the bomb, Grian honestly didn’t feel that cold.

He loved the red sweater that we wore, he wore it through and through, wearing it when he went somewhere casually just didn’t feel right.

So he was kinda used to cold climates, he had a lighter for a reason.

Flicking it open, he heard the ice dude walking up. Crap.
He muttered, hiding behind a wall he saw.

Grian’s effects haven’t run out yet, so he decided he wanted to wait.

That outfit was really distracting, the ice dude was looking for someone frozen in front of him.

Grian needed to take advantage of that. Grian pushed off of the ground, rolling forward. He jumped, did a pretty cool flip over the ice dude.

He shot at Grian, making him have to change where he landed, stepping to the side to dodge.

The ice dude looked shocked, but normally he’d aim straight in front of Grian. Grian slid underneath the ice that the ice dude sent his direction.

Unintentionally, Grian sped into his feet, making the ice dude stagger forward. He gets back onto his feet, the sooner Grian captures him, the sooner this can end and he can sleep in class.

Grian got into a fighting stance, waiting for the ice dude’s next attack.

Grian should really learn this guy’s name.

Before he could react, Grian got pinned against the wall, making him imoblie.

“Seriously?! Wait.”

Grian punched the ice, and it broke in about 3 seconds of putting in force.

The ice dude turned his head back slowly, his pupils shrunk, and his fist curled up tighter. He looked extremely offended at Grian.

He sent another wave of icicles towards Grian.

They were sharper, like the pointy dripstone in caves. Grian hit the ice again, pulling his hand back immediately as soon as he hit it.

He rubbed it, trying to soothe the pain. The ice dude looked even angrier than before, then kept on shooting ice attack.

Grian kicked the next set of ice, probably getting a couple of bumps and scratches.

The ice dude kept on shooting attacks at Grian. And Grian dodged the best he could, missing by a few inches, getting a cut against his skin.

The metallic smell of blood gushing out of his skin. It felt so familiar. He wanted this to be over already.

The feeling of being watched is already unnerving for Grian.

Speaking of being watched.. Grian tapped his earpiece to communicate to Scar, while he ran off, to the other direction. “Hello? Are you there?”

“Yep!” Scar said with a little static.

“Okay, there might be Shoji looking out for you, he might find where our weapon is. Use the thing you told me earlier, also, if you could shoot from far away, mind blinding ice guy? He’s a little angry right now.”

“Roger that!” Scar said back.

Back to running away, how long until this thing is over? It’s hard not to pass out like this.

Maybe Grian should try getting rid of his energy so he could leave early.

Grian stomped on the ground, with all the force he had, which might’ve given away where his location was, but he needs to run a little to use up energy.

Grian ran all the way to the bottom floor after that, resisting the urge to fall asleep.

It wasn’t like Grian was tired, it was more like he was 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 energized.

It made his brain a little bit fried, making him unable to think straight. The reason? He couldn’t bring himself to admit it.

It doesn’t matter anyways, Grian wasn’t going to let anyone figure it out. “You’re a tough opponent, I’ll give you that. But your run ends here.”

The ice dude said, walking into the hallway Grian was standing in.

“Thanks! By the way, what’s your name?” Grian asked, while being blasted by multiple ice attacks from different directions.

“I’m– are you trying to distract me?” The unnamed ice dude asked. He continued to shoot attacks at Grian.

Making Grian slip on the ice, and fall head first to the ground.

“Nope, being completely serious.” He answered, his voice being muffled, still on the floor. He got up, jumping backwards, back to dodging.

“I’m Shouto Todoroki.” He said, shooting a final ice attack that filled half of the hallway.

Grian was immobilized, yet again. “Hotguy!” Scar yelled from the other side of the room, shooting Todoroki with blindness, nausea, and slowness IV.

He dropped to the floor, the first time from nausea, that’s one of the worst effects. Grian couldn’t help but feel bad.

“Scar! I thought we agreed you’d stay guarding the weapon, thanks for saving me though.” Grian got out the ice.

“Yeah, but I heard you whispering to yourself, are you okay? The time’s almost up.” Grian’s eyes sparkled up.

“YES!” He screamed, cheering his arms up. Scar raised an eyebrow.

“TIME! The villain team wins!” All Might called out. Grian’s eyes closed shut, and he fell on the ground.

“Hey…could you take me to the infirmary? I’m gonna pass out.” He muttered, before letting sleep take him.

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Scar scoffed, how did Grian pass out? He did all that with Todoroki. He picked Grian up, putting him on his back.

“Hey, are you okay? I’m so sorry for shooting you earlier.” Todoroki got up.

“I’m fine, you were both really good, I think this is a sign for me to train harder, so don’t go easy in the sports festival.”

Scar nodded with a smile, then walked back to the camera room. “All Might, sir, where’s the infirmary? Grian passed out.” Scar asked.

“You could just ask the staff to send robots to help him there. But it’s inside the building, on the same floor as your homeroom. About 4 classrooms down from the washroom. What happened though?”

“I’d like to take him. Well, I’m not so sure either, he said he would pass out, and that’s what he did.” Scar explained on his end. He walked there.

Recovery turned her head up from treating Midoriya.

“Oh dear, another one? What’s All Might teaching you kids?” She said, while Scar laid Grian down on the mattress.

“He passed out after a training exercise, I don’t know what happened..” Recovery just nodded.

“He’ll be okay, dear. I’ll do a few checkups on him. You can go back to class.” Recovery girl smiled. Scar walked back to the camera room.

The rest of the class was a little boring, Grian wasn’t there. And no one else really stood out to Scar.

But Scar could notice Bakugou clenching his fists the entire class, he was looking down, and he seemed disappointed.

Scar was still worried for Grian. Passing out randomly isn’t normal.

He didn’t say why he was going to pass out, he just said he would.

The class finished, and All Might quickly left to find Midoriya, which was a weird thing to want to do, and he didn’t even mention Grian.

Favoritism at its finest.

When the bell rang, Scar got up from his seat.

“Scar? Where are you going?” Uraraka asked while he was about to leave the room.

“I'm checking on Grian, I’ve been worried about him since the start of the day.. He’s been weirdly tired today.”

“I understand, I hope he’s alright!”

“GRIAN!” Scar called out. “Shh.” Recovery girl shushed him, making Scar step back a bit.

“Sorry, are they okay?” “I’m fine Scar, Midoriya had multiple broken bones, I only passed out.” Grian said, sitting up from the bed.

“I’m fine, honestly, now at least.” Grian smiled warmly.

“Okay, I believe you. We should go back to the room soon, I’m tired.” Grian nodded, and they went back.

Scar fell asleep within the first 5 minutes of entering.

Chapter Text

Scar saw Grian’s bed, made and clean. He got up earlier again.

Scar got ready, and walked out the door, seeing Grian in the front yard in the same state he was yesterday.

Scar rushed down to meet up with him, and they walked into the school with one another.

The school day was about the same as the other one. They elected Iida as class rep though.

It was the afternoon, and apparently they would be doing another exercise.

Mr. Aizawa asked everyone to get into costume again. Everyone did just that, and went outside.

“We’re going to a training facility. All Might will meet us there along with another faculty member.” Mr. Aizawa explained.

Grian still seemed off, his eyes seemed to drop, and he had multiple scratches on his limbs that weren’t there yesterday.

Midoriya had a different costume than yesterday, so Scar approached him to ask about it.

“Why do you have your gym uniform? Where’s your costume?” Scar asked, while Uraraka walked up to Midoriya too.

“I was gonna ask the same thing, why?”

“Well, my actual hero costume got destroyed in the fight yesterday, so.. I have to wear this.” He explained.

“That makes sense.” Scar shrugged.

“Make two even lines so we can enter the bus orderly!” Iida said, chopping his forearm back and forth stiffly.

No one really listened, but they didn’t need to with the arrangement of the bus.

Scar sat across from Grian. Grian was shaking noticeably, he kept looking back at the window to check something.

“I have something to say to you, Midoriya.” Tsu asked. “Ohh, um, what is it, Asui?”

“-It’s just Tsu, but your quirk is a lot like All Might’s.” She mentioned.

“Now that you say that out loud, yeah, you’re right.” Scar agreed.

“Well, yeah guys, but we’re forgetting one thing. All Might’s quirk doesn’t require him getting injured every time he uses it.” Kirishima pointed out.

Midoriya sighed with relief a little too loudly, which was suspicious, but wasn’t Scar’s goal to find out.

“Now that we’re on the topic of quirks, who do you think has the best quirk in this class?” Mina brought up. “Well Bakugou’s definitely good with his quirk.” Kirishima called.

“Yeah, but he wouldn’t be very successful with 𝘩𝘪𝘴 personality.” Tsu said bluntly.

“Y’know, for us meeting just a few days ago, we can all tell your personality is flaming crap mixed with garbage.” Kaminari laughed, directing it to Bakugou.

“What the crap did you just say to me?”

Everyone kinda ignored him jokingly while continuing the conversation.

“If we’re talking about making the big leagues, Todoroki, Scar, and Solidarity”

“-Grian..” He corrected, still jumpy.

“Sorry, Grian, would make it. Did you see that match? How does your quirk work, Scar?” Tsu asked.

“My bow has arrows that can do multiple effects if I land the shot, that’s why Todoroki was on the floor for a while.”

Tsu nodded.

“You two make a pretty good duo, Todoroki’s attacks were extremely hard to dodge! He made the entirety of the building ice.” Kirishima added.

“Thanks, we’ve worked together before we started at U.A.” Scar smiled.

The bus came to a stop, and they all got off of it. “Welcome everyone!” A person in an astronaut suit greeted everyone.

They were inside a huge glass dome. It had multiple areas that mimicked natural disasters.

In one part, there was smoke steaming out, and in another there was a body of water man made.

There was a center part, with a water fountain, Scar assumes that’s for breaks after training.

If you were to see it from a far, you would probably expect it to be an amusement park.

“I’m Thirteen, the rescue hero! I created the USJ for all young heroes to practice rescue training! The USJ stands for Unforeseen simulation joint.” Thirteen continued to ramble about how dangerous quirks could be for a bit.

“Alright everyone, let’s get started!” After Thirteen cheered, a portal appeared in the middle of the center.

It glowed eerily, an exalting tint of purple came from it. “Is the training exercise already starting?” Kirishima took one step forward.

The portal grew larger as more people left.In the middle of all the people, was a man with tangled blue hair.

Pale dry wrinkled skin. With self inflicted scratch marks.

“Stop! Let Thirteen and me handle this. This is not a drill. These are real villains.” Mr. Aizawa instructed.

Mr. Aizawa suddenly leaped off the stairs, rolling down smoothly.

He started by using his quirk to immobilize the villains, as well as his scarf to help.

Thirteen stepped in front of everyone, using her arm to block everyone. Everyone looked confused.

But the portal thing kinda reminded Scar of the rift. From that portal, people stepped out.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. We are the league of villains. I know it’s impolite, but we let ourselves into this little safe haven. All Might was supposed to be here, yet there’s no sign of him. Oh well, he’ll come anyway, this place is perfect for All Might, the symbol of peace’s last breath.”

The portal talked, in a low voice. His speech was a little long, at least it sounded pretty cool.

The portal suddenly wrapped itself around the area class 1-A was at. It’s purple tint made it hard to see anything, making smoke cover the entire place.

Blinding everyone, Scar covered his eyesight with his arm as he was probably teleported to another place.

His body didn’t feel like it was on even ground, his shoes felt rocky tilted.

Scar slowly lowered his arm, and looked up to see he was on a mountain.

With at least a group of 6 or 7 grown adults surrounding him. Which, in his opinion, had to be a way of cheating.

Scar released a breath, he took out his bow. “Aww. What are you gonna do with that one?” Okay now.

Scar just shot his bow at the guy who yelled that. With a punch, making him tumble down the mountain.

Scar ran up to a guy with a flower as a head, since that other guy would be resting for a while, then shot them with poison and nausea.

The masked guy beside the flower head brought out a huge sword, slashing it, barely missing Scar’s head.

He backed up, as he got a few items thrown at him. Scar shot himself to give regeneration, strength, and speed.

He did a hook kick to the masked guy, knocking him out as his head hit the rock.

When another girl threw a brick at Scar’s head.

He ducked out the way while the brick cracked on the floor, and Scar weaved again when a lion man tried to tackle him.

Scar staggered back as the lion man pierced through his skin on his arm.

Blood oozed down, and Scar had to hopped up as the brick girl aiming a brick at his foot.

The lion man and the brick girl charged at Scar with force.

He used some spare rockets to put them into his arrow, then Scar used his bow to shoot a firework.

It blew up right in their faces, with a loud explosion. Making them stagger back, while covering their ears.

A buff woman with snake arms tried to grab Scar, so he squeezed the snake arm and it hissed at him.

So he tossed the snake along with the villain to where the two others were lying.

Scar found a rope in one of the villain’s bags, so he used that to tie all of them together so when they woke up they wouldn’t have much of a chance to escape.

That was everyone, Scar thinks. He should probably find someone around here.

Walking to the highest point of the mountain would make it easier to spot people.

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Grian got teleported through the portal which oddly reminded him of the rift.

He opened his eyes to be rapidly blinked as he was underwater. Grian squirmed as he swam upwards.

The weight felt heavier than usual, like, someone was pulling him down.

Grian looked at his foot to see someone clinging to his leg. Grian kicked him after taking his way of thinking so that he’d get a general idea of what the villains would do.

He popped his head above water, seeing a boat a few meters in front of him.

He swam quirky, and grabbed the very end of the boat. He curled up his hand and threw himself upwards onto the boat.

Grian was soaked, the boarded floors of the ship drenched with water. He groaned, this was annoying.

“Oh hi Grian.” Tsu waved, while carrying a wet Midoriya with her tongue.

“What happened?” Grian asked, walking closer to them. “Eh, he’s fine, there are bigger issues.” Midoriya got back onto his feet, and they hid behind the captain’s quarters.

“So, what’s our game plan here?” Grian turned his head to the both of them.

“To stop whatever these bad guys are planning. We have to work together in order to keep him safe, no one at U.A knows what's happening. We have to be brave and do this, let’s be heroes!” Midoriya said, trying to encourage Tsu and Grian.

“Yeah, sure, we can do this. I don’t really feel like dying today.” Grian really doesn’t, he isn’t entirely sure if they’re on survival or hardcore. Explaining why he’s still alive would be challenging.

“I think we should try fighting them. It’s our best shot.” Midoriya said.

“Alright, I’ll be fine with what you guys would want to do.” Grian replied.

“I mean, these villains clearly have an advantage in the water. So they must’ve known what was inside the USJ before they warped here."

"But for such careful planning, there’s something that sticks out. They sent you here, Asui.” Midoriya explained. He got a little flustered, but they continued.

“Yeah, if they had known your quirk beforehand, they would’ve probably sent you to the fire area. Instead of a place full of water.”

“You’re right, they don’t know what our quirks are.” Asui added. “Since they didn’t know what quirks we had, they would’ve covered that up by splitting us into smaller groups in order to over-power us.”

“That’s kinda what predators do. Team up to become big and scary, in order to get more food.” From his experience, Grian would know.

“Right, so we could use the unpredictability to our advantage. They don’t know what our quirks are, so in their eyes we could be extremely powerful.

They aren’t gonna underestimate us either. They’re playing it safe by waiting.

“Then, what can each of our quirks do? Obviously I can jump super high. I can also climb any wall. My tongue can reach up to 20 feet.

"I can throw up my stomach to clean it, which isn’t useful right now. I can also make frog mucus, which doesn’t do much other than smell. I can basically do everything a frog can.” She explained.

“I heard you were good, but that’s amazing. I have my superstrength but I’m out of commission once I use it. It’s a double edged sword until I learn how to control it.”

“I can copy other people’s skills with touch. They can be anything, except for quirks. I can take from multiple people, no limits, and it lasts for 30 minutes."

"But only one talent per person, and once the timer runs out I can choose a different talent.” Grian explained to them, using various numbers of fingers while he did.

“Mhm…so we’ll need to make a plan-” The entire ship split into two before Midoriya could continue his sentence.

“I’m getting bored…Let’s get this show on the road!” He called. Grian yelped, then stomped his feet into place in order to stay balanced.

“This ship will sink in less than 1 minute, once they’re in the water, they don’t stand a chance!” One of the people yelled.

“Guys.. I have a plan. I’ll charge in front of everyone, I’ll break my fingers to create a whirlpool.

"Asui, catch me after the impact of my quirk dies down. Grian, gather them all up, and get more info from them. Try to push them into the middle of where I shot."

"Then, Asui, you grab Grian once he’s done. Will you guys be okay with that?” Grian and Tsu nodded, and Midoriya hopped off the edge of the boat, yelling for some reason too.

He kinda sounded like Bakugou.

Midoriya flicked his fingers, they turned purple and wobbly.

Grian did a flip, jumped into the water while they were distracted by Midoriya. He swam quickly, and pushed the nearest villain into the whirlpool.

A splash briefly drizzled, but no one seemed to care.

So Grian continued to yank people to the middle, without going too close himself.

Grian gasped for air, above water, when he saw Tsu and Midoriya, he reached his hand out for them.

Tsu extended her tongue for Grian to hang on, so he grabbed on, and they left the water area.

“We ended up rounding them all up! You both were amazing out there.” Asui said, landing on the concrete floor, they were in the center area now.

“Yeah.. but I-” Midoriya started to mutter about all the mistakes he made before.

“It’s fine, Midoriya.”

“Exactly, instead of thinking of our mistakes, we should try to make our next moves.”

Grian can’t stop it anymore. It was itching, his back was close to breaking.

And those 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 eyes, they were watching.

His every move, despite being in danger, that’s not what Grian’s most worried about.

Grian tried to hug himself, to get some sort of comfort back, but it couldn’t be helped. He did feel bad for Tsu and Midoriya.

“I’m sorry guys. I think I’m gonna pass out. I, I just- I can’t.”

“What? What are you talking about..?” Midoriya asked, before getting his answer very quickly.

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The creature’s being itched. It’s been so long since 𝘟𝘦𝘭𝘲𝘶𝘢 has been out.

His body felt sore and static.

The mist wouldn’t last long, he jittered, looking for a place to escape. Xelqua used his wings to dash upwards, he was losing a little bit of his control.

His wings flapped, making the smoke dissolve into the air.

Xelqua flew down into where a water fountain was. He crashed into the concrete floor, leaving pieces of debris flying all over the area.

His heart was pounding, his head was throbbing insanely. Xelqua looked for the first target that he could attack.

He raised his hand and conjured it up with magic, bursting it into a ball of energy.

Xelqua flung the void of magic into someone.

Who was he? Xelqua had no clue, in fact, he had no idea where he was right now.

All he knew was that he needed to get rid of this energy, if he didn’t then he would lose his sanity.

Xelqua screeched, dashing unstably towards another person. Placing them into a chokehold, then chucking them into another person’s face.

Nobody seemed like they had a face, Xelqua’s vision was blurred, along with the fact he refused to use his other eyes.

Everything looked like tv static, it stinged to try to make someone out.

He shrieked, trying to speak a language, to understand himself.

His mind was thinking in multiple languages, he couldn’t make a single coherent word.

Nor could he be eligible for himself. Nothing made sense, he wanted to go home.

Where was home?

Someone shot at him, he took the item, whatever it was, and snapped it in half.

He could kind of hear the screams of fear of the sight of him.

Xelqua didn’t blame anyone, in fact, this would probably be the normal thing to do.

He dropped to his knees, sending a shockwave of poison potions, shaking and weak.

Xelqua felt a mix of overbearing strength, and insane fatigue. He wished he could just go home.

But home was too far right now. He opened his wings again, as people looked away, that was just something that happens when watchers open their wings.

In times like this, Xelqua really loathes being a watcher.

A familiar figure fell down from the mountain area. Scar, yeah, that was his name.

Yelling a different name which felt like it had 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘦. Xelqua soared up to the highest part of the dome, and dived head first to gain speed.

Xelqua hurried down, flapping his wings, as Scar was falling through the air.

Xelqua reached out for him, catching him in the air before he fell.

Xelqua accidentally slammed into the mountain next to Scar’s fall.

Xelqua tried to soften Scar’s landing a little, then was going to leave soon after that.

Scar opened his eyes and looked up to Xelqua. He was frozen in place. His eyes refused to look up.

Scar muttered something along the lines of ‘watchers don’t exist.’ But Xelqua couldn’t hear entirely correctly.

The fear that was seen, Scar was breathing heavily. Slowly edging closer to the mountain.

He gripped a part of his costume, squeezing his own hand, and checking his pulse for comfort.

Xelqua stepped away from Scar’s almost motionless body.

Xelqua tried to speak words of comfort. But they ended up sounding like his vocal cords were slashed. He walked away from Scar.

It was okay. He’d be okay for at least a month or 2.

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Scar walked to the top of the mountain, and saw Kaminari, Jiro, and Yaoyorozu fighting a few villains.

They were handling it pretty well then, so he just continued to walk to the top.

He honestly deserves a break after all that happened. Other people were struggling a bit, but they’d be okay.

No one in this class seemed capable of dying that quickly.

Scar put his bow besides, sitting himself down on the very edge of the mountain.

This was nice, Scar could see the entire view of the dome. It was impressive how they made this place so big.

And the landscaping on the mountain was pretty good too considering it was man made.

He started to just relax on the top of the mountain. Then he heard a very high pitched shriek of some sort.

Scar turned his head to the direction it was coming from, and saw a creature.

He wasn’t so sure what creature it was, as he was far away from it. It had blinding features, purple gray-ish feathers, slightly burnt, it was wearing a robe, and looked slightly human.

Scar could understand someone arguing that the creature was just a hybrid, which would be fair.

But it's incapability to make any sort of language, and its blinding body made it feel inhumane. Maybe it was the undying feeling of being watched that made Scar feel uneasy.

It ran around, and fumbled on its knees, then sent a force all around him that seemed like a potion.

Maybe he should go there right now. Scar took a step off the mountain, trying to take out rockets in order to fly off with hid elytra.

He reached in his pocket, then looked at his back. Then he remembered that he didn’t have one. Scar tried to reach out for the end of the rock, but he missed and caught the air instead.

Crap. Scar kept on blinking and prepared himself to fall. He squeezed his body, trying to see if there were any safe landing spots.

Maybe water?

This was honestly his fault if Grian ended up alone in this universe. SORRY! I'm so sorry, Grian!” He yelled, hoping Grian would hear.

Scar had no clue where he was, or if his message would even meet him.

But Scar hoped it was loud.

And was hoping he’d get teleported back to hermitcraft in order to get help for Grian.

It’d be hard to explain why he was still alive if this wasn’t a hardcore server.

It didn’t feel like he was falling anymore, more like, he was falling steadily.

He heard shrieks and noises that someone was going to talk. But Scar refused to open his eyes until he was back on the ground.

The feeling of gravity pulling Scar down slowed down a little. He raised his eyelids, looking around to be forced to shut them back closed.

It was the creature from before. And Scar recognized the creature now.

It was a watcher.

Scar crawled back weakly.

They aren’t real.

They don’t exist. They were just rumors to scare off little kids. Was he just dreaming?

The watchers, known as cruel and unforgiving creatures. Once respected as a powerful species, then became feared when they lost their sanity.

After, they took over EVO, stole the admin, and left forever. That admin had never been found. The rest of the server had been tormented for days on end.

Everyone else managed to leave, but Scar could really only imagine the horror they went through.

Scar steaded his breath, and reached his hand to check if his pulse was still there.

The watcher seemed to stand tall over Scar. He didn’t dare to look up from the floor.

It mouthed something. A jumble of multiple different languages, mixed into what it was trying to converse into words.

The watcher seemed like it was trying to be a human. But, the overwhelming amount of magic that was used by the watcher was uncomforting.

It was feral.

Scar got up from the corner of the mountain. He walked through the rest of the centerway. Scar just passed by all the villains while they were fighting.

They were all a little focused on harming All Might, wait, when did he get here?

“Scar!” Someone called out. He ran towards the voice, Grian and Mr. Aizawa passed out.

Tsu and Midoriya were guarding the two of them, while All Night was fighting this new villain that Scar must’ve missed while he was in the corner.

“Could you help carry these two back to thirteen?” Midoriya asked. “Sure.” Scar replied and helped drag Mr. Aizawa while carrying Grian on his back.

“He has extreme injuries.. What did the villains do? Last time I was looking, he seemed fine.” Scar inspected the ripped skin near where his elbow was.

Showing muscle, and his broken bones, dislocated joints.

“Mr. Aizawa was doing really well, until Nomu came along.” Tsu paused. “Including that villain that went rogue.” Scar tilted his head at that. “Who?”

“The blinding villain. He attacked all the villains, but couldn’t speak.”

“Oh. I wasn’t there, that must’ve been really tough for you guys.” Scar tried not to think of the missing admin.

“That’s when Grian passed out, we’re assuming out of exhaustion, so we stayed while that villain rampaged. Ribbit.” Scar nodded.

Watchers aren’t meant to exist.

They’re meant to be in the bedtime story parents tell their kids in order to get them to be careful.

Why did he see one today?

Chapter Text

Grian forced his eyes open. Waking up to being on some couch. He was in a room that looked like a lobby.

It had a red carpet, and the beige wallpaper that many lobbies had.

Scar was next to him, talking, but Grian could only see his mouth moving. There were so many things that he felt at that moment.

What happened there? When he passed out, Grian doesn’t remember that well.

“..Scar?” Grian muttered with a quiet voice. Scar looked back at Grian, smiling.

“You’re awake! Welcome back, do you need a minute? Cause’ the police said that I’ll need to be talked to shortly.” Scar asked him, as Grian sat up.

“I.. I don’t really know.. Why do you need to be talked to? What happened while I was passed out, and is everyone okay?”

“Yep! They’re all fine. I don’t know why I need to be questioned either, mostly I think it’s because of that creature. You were passed out so you probably don’t remember, but there was a watcher.. Are you familiar with the legend..?” Scar’s voice got smaller with each sentence.

Grian nodded. His heart must have fallen out of his chest when he heard the watcher. Why couldn’t Grian just wait a little longer? “Did it…do anything?”

“It.. caught me while I was falling.” Scar unsurely said.

“Why.. would?”

“I don’t know… it tried to talk to me for some reason. The watcher attacked everyone but me.”

Grian knew that they were confused because of different reasons.But it didn’t matter right now.

“Are you going to the questioning room? Or..?”

“I think I’ll have to go now, you’re here because this was the closest bench they had.” Scar got up from the couch, he was about to leave for the next room.

“Wait! Can we talk later?” Grian called. “Sure!” He left. Grian should come back here later, right now he needs to go back to his classmates.

He opened the other door, which seemed to be the exit, to see his fellow classmates talking among themselves along with some police officers being stationed outside.

“Grian? We’re glad you’re alright, where’s Scar? It’s my duty as class rep to make sure all my classmates are safe.” Iida ran up to him.

“He’s getting questioned, I passed out then, but he apparently got caught by a creature.”

“Ah, that thing. Villains are certainly weird, I do wonder why he got caught. I’m sure it wasn’t Scar’s fault though. Are you okay? You’ve passed out the second time now.” Grian nodded.

“I’m okay.” He reassured Iida. “It’s a downside to my quirk.” He lied. It wasn’t, not that he knew of, but it was convenient.

“Grian! You okay? I heard you passed out.” Uraraka called. He nodded back with upturned lips.

He felt like crap but that should be dealt with later.

They talked for a little bit, discussing theories about the creature that saved Scar.

Of course, Grian knew the truth, the full truth. But he could tell his classmates

‘Oh yeah an eldritch being came to USJ, that’s all mighty and powerful! But, it for some reason favored Scar.’ He knew the reason why it favored Scar.

Pretending he didn’t sometimes gave Grian a bit of closure.

After a while, Grian walked back into the building to try and see if Scar was done or not.

Scar walked out the questioning room, completely fine.

“Grian? We can talk now.”

“Could we go back to the room first? I’d really rather not do it here.” He said.

“Alright!” They walked back to U.A, which wasn’t that far away from the office and the USJ.

The school day was already over, and no one needed them anymore at the scene, so it was empty.

“What did they ask you about?”

“They just asked me if I knew who or what that creature was. I said I heard something similar, the watchers.” They finally ended up in the room.

“What did you want to tell me?” Scar asked when they sat on their beds.

“I had a past with the watchers. I want to thoroughly explain. I can’t say it all though.” Grian said quickly, looking away from Scar.

“It’s okay, you can say what you want. I’m not forcing you to say anything more than you want to. But whatever’s killing you on the inside, I hope you can come to me for comfort.” He said, taking Grian’s hand gently.

“I’ll tell you eventually. I’ll explain everything.”

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Grian was a newly made admin of the server called Evolution, or Evo for short.

He got a few players to join in, plus two out of three of his siblings. Lizzie said that she had another server to deal with.

The basic idea was that you started at the very start of servers. Then going through the updates that happen over time, through the portals.

He was happy with the concept, after high school, Grian ended up stuck in creative worlds for most of his years.

Despite actually getting licensed in order to make a server that way, he didn’t really want to yet.

It took a while for him to leave his private server.

Only interacting with his adopted siblings for a while. Lizzie offering to take Grian and his sister in, when his parents were honestly absente from his life, was the best thing that happened during his high school time.

His parents didn’t care. He was alone for most of his childhood, they were there.

But instead of playing with him, nurturing him, at the very least looking at him. They were on the phone most of the time, too ‘stressed’ from work apparently.

Saying that he hated them would be false, he could care less.

Grian has an older sister though. Pearl was always more of a parental figure than his real parents.

Usually helping him with homework, making dinner when their parents were away. Pearl had to go to a different school that was far away.

With the multiple jobs she had in order to pay for that school, Grian started seeing less of her.

Thankfully, once she would be done with school, Pearl would join Evo.

Another good thing that came was his wings were finally free!

After years of having to be compressed, or hidden by professional admins in order to find a high school.

He could let them stretch after such a long time. A friend from highschool, Taurtis, hadn't actually seen them before.

Then Taurtis got stabbed by another friend and got hospitalized for a week.

And Grian had to pretend to be Taurtis because that other friend had missed Taurtis so much.

A little off topic, and that was off his mind. 𝘚𝘢𝘮 was so far away from Grian as of now, he couldn’t do anything now.

The point is, Grian had missed his wings, and was ready to start a new part of his life.

-

Statues have been appearing all around the server recently.

Made out of white concrete, polished to perfection, scalped to take the shape of an angel.

These things were called the watchers. They seemed fun, and as the admin of the server, Grian didn’t mind them.

Giving out pranks and dares for the players to do. Rules and regulations to follow, which then players would get rewarded if they followed.

All the notes had a light joking manner to them, and watchers were a generally respected species.

They had great power, but it was said that they’ve never really used it for harming anyone.

Grian wasn’t the one to judge. Although uninvited, they didn’t do anything for Grian to want to kick them out.

So, Grian went along. It might’ve been a bad decision. He thought it was extremely annoying when the watchers would cover their chests with bedrock.

They knew it was impossible to get whatever was in there in that update. And Grian just forgot to do one thing!

-

Things started getting worse with the watchers.

Grian could see how the amount of pain started increasing. It was never by too much.

The watchers knew better than that. By a small number everyday.

At first, Grian thought it was just a small bug, he changed it quickly, and didn’t think about it for a few days.

Grian checked the settings for the server again, and realised it changed back to what it was before.

Grian set it to about a fifth of the actual amount of pain if it was set to a hundred. Or the setting it has to be in if it’s a hardcore world.

Right now it was at 10 percent of that. Weird.. Grian tried changing it. Code changing might’ve been by accident or something.

He must’ve done it while changing the settings for something else.. Grian clicked complete, done with coding the pain settings back, but it wouldn’t let him.

Clicking the done button did nothing. Grian tried tapping the hologram once more, but he got nothing.

The button’s hologram split into pieces, distorting it until it was completely off the screen.

Was there somehow another glitch? Grian searched a different area with the code, he didn’t learn about this at all.

It was supposed to just be done. Infact, Grian could recall asking a question about his situation. The teachers didn’t know, but said it should just work.

It didn’t hurt that much. Grian punched himself, it wasn’t that different. A slight sting at best, maybe it would make it more realistic for others.

Grian will fix those issues later, no memory helped him with the broken button, so he should just leave it to itself for now.

-

It wouldn’t stop. Grian tried fixing it multiple times, he kept getting the same stupid bug.

He even asked a few of the other players about it, not getting any answers, fair enough though. He was supposed to understand these things as their admin.

Grian should just get help from the public hub. A place where things get discussed for all servers. Where complaints and bugs get solved.

That’s also where all admins get their official approval to start a server. Grian sat down, made a letter that stated his situation.

It was a quick thing, his problem wasn’t really a priority to fix.

Many other servers were going through insane lag glitches and massive destruction, through unplanned wars.

He asked a few people about it and they said they’d be okay with it. As long as it didn’t go too high, and Grian wouldn’t let that happen.

-

By the days that went by, Grian kept on getting more desperate for the letters to get any answers.

He wrote one every single day, yet there was silence in reply.

It just didn’t make much sense, there were so many people working in the public hub.

It’d make a little sense if his first or second didn’t get answered, some letters just get lost. But he’s made so many by now.

The pain settings kept on getting higher.

Nothing made sense. Grian apologised daily to Evolutionists, he still couldn’t seem to get it to work no matter what he did.

Jimmy went to leave the server for a bit. Grian shrugged it off, only to be asked by Jimmy why the leave button wasn’t working.

“I’m not sure.. It should work.” He said.

“I dunno, it’s really just broken. Maybe it’s just broken for me, you try.” Jimmy suggested.

Grian opened his communicator on his arm, clicked on the leave button.

He tilted his head in confusion.

“Weird.. I could ask a few of the others to try. Could you wait a day or two?” Grian asked around for a bit, and got the same answer. This might’ve been one of their games.

The demands from the watchers kept on getting more intense.

To try to murder others while the pain settings went up. To steal and harm, or to do things purposely dangerous.

The punishments differed between making the pain settings even higher.

Grian couldn’t even ban the watchers from the server. He knew they’d easily overpower him, and asking them to leave would make them angry.

Discussing them wouldn’t work either. Watchers were known for their ability to watch over conversations from a far.

Any move that Grian made was uneasy. Their eyes watched. Grian didn’t even know what the watchers wanted.

Entertainment? Probably.

The pranks and the rules were never enough for them. It made them satisfied for a short time, did they crave more or something?

Why did they take interest here?

The watchers had so many other options, yet decided to slowly creep up on his server.

Grian couldn’t understand them, whatever. The Evolutionists are strong enough. If Grian just kept them safe for a little longer, maybe the letters will finally reach the public hub.

-

They were done.

It was really a fun time, Grian loved his time at Evo, and as their admin.

But they really needed to defeat the ender dragon.

To end this thing. The watchers said that they’d leave them alone if they abandoned this server.

Grian really did love it here, it was better than whatever the last few days of his highschool was. Or the years of neglect his parents gave him.

He needed to let it all go.

So everyone planned to fight the ender dragon. They prepared for about a week.

Everyone stood in front of the end portal. The last ender pearl was stuck into the frame, opening the swirl of void.

A portal that looked like an infinite drop. Jumping into the portal, Grian shut his eyes.

Only to open them back up, seeing no one with him.

Grian knew for a fact that they entered, a few people went before him, so it didn’t make much sense.

It was them. Again. What was the point of this?

To watch as Grian suffered in pain?

In fact, they were probably watching as everyone else had to defeat the ender dragon. What makes this so entertaining for them anyways?

This was the only way he could end this. Grian ran up to the ender dragon, swinging his sword into it.

He would have to do this so many more times. It started to get frustrating, all he did was be in an insane amount of pain.

The pain settings were over 90 already. Each time he got flung back, he easily broke half of his bones, making a crunch noise. Eating food was a lost cause.

No matter how much bread Grian would eat, nothing would heal.

The watchers took it, because of course they would. His bones ache, but Grian got up anyway.

Shaking in extreme agony, he’d continue. Step by step, he’d go, Grian took a breath in, exalting unsteadily.

Swing. Another one. Break a crystal, get glass cuts from shattering it.

It hurt. So badly. The last jab that he did to the dragon was all he needed.

The dragon screamed from pain, a shining light took over, he could leave.

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠." Two watchers appeared in front of him. They looked nothing like the statues they put around the server.

They had eyes plattered all around their skin. A white long robe, with the symbol of the portals that led to newer server updates on it.

“Just let us leave. You’ve ruined this server enough. I’m tired.”

Grian glanced at the portal leaving to the overworld, only to see it was covered fully in bedrock.

"𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐧. 𝐖𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞.. 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.”

The watchers didn’t have a face you could see, with every part being eyes, but you could feel it grinning at Grian.

Like he was a stupid pet. A test subject.

“I’d rather not. Let my players go. I’m so freaking tired. I have several broken bones, and if my players are going through the same thing- ugh. Just, let us out.”

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐉𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 ‘𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬’ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲.”

“I don’t want to come with you. I’m not getting involved with this stupid entertainment scheme thing of yours. I can’t- Why.? Why me? Why us?!” Grian shouted, only to be shut up.

Grian yelled and screamed, nothing he did came out. He lost his ability to speak.

His voice was taken.

"𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫.”

With no words to refuse their offer.

Grian got slammed onto the floor with a slap from an invisible slap. His bones were still broken, making Grian frail.

His body sloped to the ground, weakened and a sense of huge fatigue entered his body.

It was from the watchers. While barely awake, Grian was being dragged by the two watchers.

He tried to fight back, but his body recoiled in lack of strength.

“If.. if I come with you.. Will you let them live..?” His words came out weakly, their spell dissolved.

The watchers took him anyway, so Grian thought of that as a yes.

"𝐓𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨, 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞? 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰.”

-

Grian woke up in a dark room. Nothing in his inventory anymore. Pitch black, no torches, not even a pinch of light.

He couldn’t remember what happened clearly.

Grian touched around the area to try to find some form of matter other than the floor.

Patting the stone cold floor, until he touched a brick old wall. For comfort, Grian crawled into the corner, to be reminded that the cell wasn’t an endless void.

He wasn’t even wearing his link cosplay like when he was in the end. Instead, Grian clinged to a fabric, a bumpy slik, it itched on his skin.

Grian tried controlling his breath, but here Grian couldn’t feel like he was breathing.

Where was he?

Did the watchers take him there? What did they mean by Grian had potential?

It was so frustrating.. he had so many questions, and was left completely clueless.

While the watchers were probably watching and enjoying his suffering.

Grian was scared.

And he hated that fact. They were getting all the satisfaction that they wanted. It was almost like a joke to them.

He just wanted to go home.

Back to Evo.

Prank Jimmy, without it being dangerous or with consequences

He wanted to visit Lizzie again in another server, without his every move being ruled and prohibited.

Build something else with Pearl again, and laugh at Jimmy.

Just. Exist happily. He didn’t need much from life. Grian was his happiest.

Being Evo’s admin made him happy, being proud of knowing everyone in his server.

That he started all this. The watchers ruined it. It was absolute trash. He 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 all of them for that.

Hours passed with Grian being starved.

"𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐧. 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.”The watcher said, with arrogance.

“What are you talking about? Won’t need what?” The watcher made a gesture to Grian’s wings.

“What?”

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐖𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.” The watcher went away in a blink. What did he mean by ‘replacing’ his wings?

“...Huh…?”

A sharping pain pieced throughout Grian’s back. It made him drop down to the floor.

Like his bones were being shifted, flesh was being stabbed through. A metallic smell of blood ran through the entire cell.

The fabric he was wearing got bleed through.

Dripping down from his back, Grian touched the thick liquid. The light flickered on. He looked at his back to be met with his wings on the floor.

With bones and everything, crimson blood clotting everywhere.

Tears flooded through his eyes while he realised what happened. They 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 wings.

Some bits of his flesh got ripped out too, Grian was going to throw up. He was looking at his own flesh on the ground. Grian winced in pain and fear.

Then shivered as the fact they 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 wings.

Grian screamed in agony. With wet cries and sobs while yelling, his voice cracked.

The pain was realised by his brain, and he quivered on a horrid amount of injuries.

His body was throbbing and begged to be healed, but there was nothing that could heal this.

No food.

No surgery.

He got 𝘩𝘪𝘴 wings stolen. They were a part of his identity.

Grian had to hide those wings for so many years. He grabbed a handful of those feathers to remember that he had wings in the place.

Hugging the feather to his chest.

All he could do was cry uncontrollably in his own pool of blood.

Grian gave up on sitting up, he slipped and fell, but Grian’s body is still too broken for him to do anything about it.

He was lying on his stomach because his back was far too sore. It just got a few of its bones ripped out, Grian might 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 die from this.

Death always seemed so far away.

-

Grian couldn’t keep track of the time anymore. Months maybe? Sometimes his time in the cell felt like years.

The days flew by but so slow at the same time. Like his pain lasted so long, hours just laying on the floor, dried up blood crusted all over the floor.

Each week, Grian would get half a stack of baked potatoes. It was enough, but sometimes Grian would get so tired of eating just that.

He’s started to forget how other foods tasted, as well as the fact that sometimes he just didn’t eat, and the potatoes would rot.

They gave his wings back.

They weren’t the bright red, yellow, and blue feathers that he once knew.

They were dull, purple, sewn on. It felt misplaced on his back, forced onto it. It made Grian sick looking at his own back.

When he wasn’t lying on the floor hopelessly, Grian was forced to train.

Training, learning more about the player's code, forced to learn proper combat. He never asked for this.

Every move hurt, making his moves weaker, the Watchers healed him only enough for him to train, but not enough to relieve his pain. To make him ‘strong’ they said.

Maybe if he continued to train, the Watchers would let him go. If he became their perfect little admin, shaped into something great, they would let him go.

He started working for them, he praised them constantly. He acted like an idiot. He went so many nights resisting screaming in anger.

His players, the memories of them almost started to fade. Their faces started to be blurred.

He had failed his players ever since he didn’t take action with the Watchers around.

The unsettling feeling was always there, he just didn’t do anything. He wonders how his players are doing now. If they’re safe, if they had forgotten him like he forgot them.

-

The cold stone floor was kinda comforting. When he was in the cell, it was the only time where his body wasn’t in utter pain. He hated when he had to train with the Watchers.

He could barely look at them in the face, with all the knowledge that they took almost everything. He was going to escape. He was going to leave this stupid place, find his memories back.

The Watchers had used their magic in order to make his memory leave faster.

On days where his body was too hurt to train, he felt in a haze.

None of his memories would come back, and he could really only sleep.

He had brief dreams about the others, but could never get their figures fully, either far away or blurred.

Heck, he had even begun forgetting his name.

All he knew was that he was an admin..made for greatness. That’s what the Watchers said.

He couldn’t remember why he felt a strong anger at the Watchers. It was a different kind of loathing that he couldn’t understand.

It hurt to train, but the Watchers were still training him. Everyday was tiring, but he couldn’t even remember his life before this.

Made for greatness, he didn’t enjoy disappointing the Watchers, it always meant a week without food. So he had learned to listen.

But he still had escaping in mind. There was someone telling him that his idea of the Watchers were wrong, and that they were trying to get him to do something.

A gut feeling telling him that they did something worthy of that much anger.

Okay, he was done lying on the floor sadly. He had to escape. The Watchers almost always had their eyes on him. So the only way that he’d be able to leave was by force.

When he was outside the cell it was only when he was training. Learning about the player’s default code was inside a closed space. So that’d be the only way out.

He was somewhat familiar with the layout of the place, wherever this was. His cell was next to an infinite void, no idea where it went though.

There were multiple cells, they had other creatures that he had never seen.

Apparently, he was the Watchers’ favorite. He didn’t want to be, but that was how it was, and he could use this to his advantage.

He asked about the void near his cell, one of the Watchers told him it led to the outsides of servers.

Watchers accessed those worlds through the void. So maybe, if one of those worlds would be open enough, he could enter through.

Any abandoned world would work, he doesn’t want to bother anyone.

Also, he’ll need to find food that’ll actually heal. Nothing would work, but since the server system is different than Evo, maybe food could actually heal.

-

He ran. When it was time for his lesson, he ran. All he did was make a break for it to the void.

Watchers usually surrounded all around him while he walked, but this time one of them went a little bit faster than usual.

Going in between the gaps, he squeezed through.

The watchers wasted no time, chasing after him, cursing out threats after they would catch him.

They threw multiple spells at him, but he deflected most of them, they taught him how.

Barely dodging one to the head, with an arrow piercing his flesh, blood spouted out.

He was done with all the injuries.

He did at least a few laps around the place, trying to get them off of him. Using mimic magic, he made hallucinations of himself around the area, and slipped away while the watchers ran around.

He didn’t look back. Grian held his breath while shutting his eyes, if he looked back then they would definitely panic.

The fake wings that the watchers sewed onto his back fell off, Grian couldn’t stop now.

His legs were giving up, but the adrenaline pushed him further.

From his past injuries, he ran slowler, if he fell it’d be over.

Grian wouldn't hesitate, one eye opened as he leaped into the darkness of the void.

He braced his face, covered them with his arms. Rolling onto the ground, Grian ran to the nearest server that he could see.

Digging his fingers into the wall of code protecting it, Grian pulled. He used every single spell they taught him, using every trick he learned.

Grian noticed a tiny area of code that was a bit missed with the protection.

Being desperate, Grian yanked at the area as hard as he could, hoping that it would be enough to open.

The server border ripped open, Grian made a huge smoke screen with the magic they taught. Hopping into the server, he wished himself the best and hoped that he wouldn’t die.

｡𖦹°‧𖤓｡𖦹°‧

“That’s what happened. I landed on hermitcraft, X helped me while I was injured. I’ve told both Mumbo and Xisuma about this, it took me a while for my memories to come back.” Grian finished.

He hated remembering things like this, but it doesn’t matter now. He doesn’t want to keep on hiding these things.

“Grian..”

Grian looked up, he was able to look up since then.

Scar was looking at him with eyes that seemed like he was about to cry.

“You.. your wings.. I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

Grian fell into Scar’s arms. He did need a hug after that.

“I didn’t mean to lay all that on you. I understand if you’re overwhelmed.”

They laid like that for a while.

Chapter Text

Grian woke up. He didn’t have to run off from Scar early in the morning anymore.

He made his bed, then woke Scar up. They walked to school like normal, what was next for them? The classroom was very talkative, about the USJ attack.

The fact that Grian and Scar were on the news a few days ago, got overlooked. Maybe that was a good thing, but Grian couldn’t tell.

“Everyone! Homeroom class is about to begin! Stop talking and take your seats.”

“Uhm, you’re the only one who's standing.” Iida stopped in his tracks and sat down defeated.

“Morning, class.” Mr. Aizawa came in, still in bandages, fully covered.

Now that Grian thought about it, Mr. Aizawa was walking around the school when they headed down to the entrance. Rather than still in a hospital.

The class was in shock for a while, but it died down.

“My well being is irrelevant. What’s more important is that your fight isn’t over yet.”

What’s he talking about?

“The U.A sports festival is about to start.” A few people asked if it would be safe after a villain attack, Mr. Aizawa reassured them that the authorities thought it’d be a good idea.

“This event is a huge opportunity for all students at U.A. It’s not something we can cancel because of a few villains.”

What even was the sports festival? Grian understands it’s important.

“Our sports festival is one of the most watched events in the entire world. In the past, everyone obsessed over the Olympic games, but then quirks started appearing. So the Olympics started going down in scale and viewership.”

Oh. So then this is an opportunity to get noticed? Grian didn’t really feel like trying his absolute best, this was really only a way to kill time and get info.

“If you wanna go pro, the U.A sports festival is important. One chance a year, three chances in a lifetime. You all can’t afford to miss this. No slacking.”

The first half of the day passed by.

“This is such a cool opportunity, Grian!” Scar cheered. “Yeah, but I’m not nearly as excited as you seem to be.”

“Cause you’re not pumped up enough! Don’t you want hero agencies to find you! This’ll be fun, pretend like it’s just another server.” Scar tried encouraging.

“But it really isn’t.” Scar frowned.

“Stop being such a pessimist. Hermitcraft is probably fine right now. I miss them too, but we can’t just do nothing all day.” Grian scoffed at that.

They spent the next few days training with others. Grian and Scar had been invited to many training sessions.

By those training sessions, they had found out a couple of things.

Grian and Scar had way stronger physical strength compared to the average person in this world. Without trying, they both could break wood within seconds.

Their classmates found it weird, but Grian and Scar had to blame it on their quirks rather than being natural.

Grian had also been researching that girl that they saw in the alleyway. Who liked blood a lot, apparently.

Why?

Grian figured that she might join the league of villains later, many other random thugs had, so she was probably no different.

It’d be easier to not die if he knew her quirk and info before.

He dug up on a few sites of her being a convicted criminal. From the blood splatters that they left nearby the store, the scene was compared to a few other cases.

And the store clerk was a witness, thankfully the clerk didn’t notice them being U.A students, so only he and Scar knew what really happened.

The girl was a criminal who had murdered someone in middle school. Her name was Himiko Toga, she was pretty normal most of her life.

She had a breakdown at some point, murdering someone with a box cutter, then sucked the blood from their neck with a straw. There were a few more details, but Grian couldn’t get them, you needed special access to it.

Her quirk was shapeshifting with the person’s blood. Which must’ve been why Toga tried stabbing Scar.

What was Grian gonna do with this info? Well, he had to wait until there was another inevitable villain attack, then see if Toga actually joined.

And then use that info.. He didn’t consider that it’d be a long time before he could use those facts, but he knew it’d be useful. He still wasn’t ready to face that fact, where he knew for sure it’d be useful.

Grian needed to lie to himself, he’ll come to terms with it another day.

°𖦹°‧˖⌕ ۫ . . ﹫°𖦹°‧

No response. Nothing from the public hub. False was frustrated. What happened with those two? Xisuma and Mumbo made a letter about Scar and Grian’s disappearance.

They got nothing in return, well, not nothing. It was an apology letter, saying that Grian and Scar had been inactive from all servers for 2 weeks.

Time was hard to track in servers, since the days and nights always changed because of it turning day when someone slept.

The public hub tracked it properly, thankfully, so they’ve been gone for way less than False had thought.

All of the hermits had been insanely concerned, including herself, but there still wasn’t any progress on finding them. False got the idea to re-check the rift.

It was a gut feeling, something telling her to do it. Like a voice telling her something, it didn’t feel like her own voice of reasoning talking.

The constant begging from the voice led her back to Grian’s base.

Nothing had happened to the rift, it had been cleaned up from when the watcher appeared.

But it was abandoned, the carpet was unfinished, and still had those dirt marks.

False checked some areas that she forgot when she was last down here. Everything was just a bit dusty, and it was all basically the same.

She didn’t know what she expected, False sighed, coming here must’ve had a purpose.

If a voice was begging her so desperately, then 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 should’ve changed.

She circled back to the rift, staring blankly at the broken nether portal. False was sure it worked like a nether portal, at least sometimes.

She had gone to the empire’s server, so it’s for sure it was made for dimension traveling rather than access to the nether. Also because Grian has a nether portal that he used on the top of his base.

What would happen if False lit the rift up again? No one had tried yet, but no one had said not to.

She knew it was stupid, yet it felt like someone was forcing the flint and steel in her hands.

One step forward, and she flicked fire into the portal. False shut her eyes preparing something bad to happen, but it was silent.

False slowly opened her eyes, taking a step backwards. Nothing happened to the portal.

The fire she flicked dissolved already. False knelt down in front of the portal, scraping ashes off of the floor. It burnt out into ashes, then fell onto the obsidian frame.

She let out a breath of relief, it didn’t work so she didn’t have to be so worried.

A flash of light overtook her sight, and False got taken off guard.

What happened?

She blinked repeatedly, trying to regain her eyesight. False got greeted by the endless void. Black surrounded her, as she floated down to nowhere.

Nothing was in reach, she was probably the only piece of matter in the entirety of the void.

She’s experienced this before. This is what happened to her when teleporting to the empire's server.

Was she going somewhere?

That had to be it, maybe False would end up in the same place as Scar and Grian. Well, assuming that they’re in the same place. It’s not a server, which was all the info that False got.

Hopefully, because if three hermits go missing and they’re all in different places that’d be extremely tedious to solve.

Wait.

That meant that she would have to find a way back to hermitcraft too. Just 𝘸𝘩𝘺 did she follow that voice?

This is how people die in horror movies, what was she thinking?

It’s too late to go back now, she might as well try to find them. False is hoping that the other side of the portal will be safe.

She’s good at fighting, and she’s been in many hardcore worlds. It can’t be that scary out there.

°𖦹°‧˖⌕ ۫ . . ﹫°𖦹°‧

False felt her body rocking back and forth. While cold fingertips pressed against her neck, where her pulse was.

A person was in front of her checking if she was dead. Should she act dead? No, the person isn’t using that much force, nor do they seem to be attempting to harm False.

Besides, False didn’t know how to control her pulse, and they already realized that False was alive.

When False opened her eyes, an older teenager appeared in front of her.

She had blonde hair tied into two buns.

Yellow eyes, and a cheeky smile plastered on her face.

A light yellow cardigan, with a navy blue skirt.

“Oh! Good, you’re awake! I thought you were dead, how come you were laying in some alleyway? Are you homeless? I don’t judge! I was homeless for a while, and kinda still am.”

The blonde haired girl blabbered. She was also speaking a different language, Japanese probably, but False could understand.

Did she put a translation feature on her communicator or something?

She didn’t remember doing that, but there were so many unexplained things so that didn’t matter.

False made a gesture for the girl to wait, and opened her communicator.

Scrolling at the settings, there was a translation feature. False didn’t add it, but it wasn’t causing any harm, yet, so she was thankful for it.

Skimming through the instructions, the translation went both ways, so she could talk to the girl.

“I’m not from here, I don’t really know how I got here. I wasn’t homeless, but I could use help, what’s your name?” False said, trying to sound a little friendly.

But a few voice cracks made her seem really nervous.

“I’m Himiko Toga! You could just call me Himiko, teleportation quirks really are weird, y’know? That's probably how you got here. What's your name?” Himiko asked.

False had no clue what ‘quirks’ were, but asking would make her seem very far away. She’ll ask later for confirmation, but False assumes it’s this world’s powers.

“I’m False. Uhm, er, could you..explain why you’re covered in blood..?”

False only noticed the cardigan Himiko was wearing was soaked in crimson blood. Her senses weren’t fully there, she figured.

“Oh! Don’t worry, it’s not my blood!” She cheered.

Implied murder..?

“That doesn’t matter much now, I’m a little hungry, do you have any food? I could treat you if not.” Himiko smiled, a bit off putting.

False checked, she had no food, but she did have a few other things she brought. “No, sorry..” She mumbled.

False wasn’t so sure she should be hanging out with Himiko.

She seemed murdery, it wouldn’t matter as much if this was a normal survival server.

Was this hardcore? False didn’t want to be rude to a person who might be a murder. “Nope problem! I decided that I like you, you look cute!” She announced.

“Huh? Oh, uh, thank you.” Himiko led her out of the alleyway, while she skipped to a nearby restaurant.

False followed unsure, but getting food should be a priority. Himiko asked for a two seated table, then sat down.

False briefly looked at the menu of this place. Beef, she needed something filling, who knows how many times a stranger will pay for your meal?

“False! Whatcha ordering?” Himiko asked.

“The steak.. you?”

She faced the menu to False, then pointed to roast chicken. “I like meat a lot! I’d get the steak, but I got that last time.”

While waiting for the food, she should ask a few questions.

“What’s this city called? Sorry, I’m just.. very unfamiliar with this place.” False filled the silence.

“Musutafu, it’s a pretty hot-shot city, buutt this spot is quieter. U.A is around here– that’s the top hero school.” Himiko explained.

“Hero school..? Heroes exist here?”

“Yep! Pro-heroes, snobby people who just blab about rules.. A little off topic, but I met these two guys nearby a store, they were wearing U.A uniforms! Despite that, they didn’t seem hostile when I asked for blood.”

False tilted her head.

“Oh! It’s my quirk, it requires blood, I’ll explain it to you later. One of the guys had a mechanical leg, brown hair tied into a short ponytail, and had a few scars as well.”

That perfectly described Scar’s appearance. Was that him?

“He ended up knocking me out, but didn’t report me to the police! They didn’t even clean up my blood that spilled!”

“Did you get this guy’s name?” False asked, trying to calm her voice.

“Nope! I would’ve wanted to though, not my type, but getting someone on the inside for info on U.A would be cool.” Himiko shrugged.

The waiter came in, gave them the food, which tasted pretty good.

“Speaking of U.A, some huge group of villains attacked class 1-A. I don’t have a phone, sorry, but that’s all the news talks about right now– there!”

Himiko pointed to the TV inside the restaurant.

The TV was playing a clip of a bunch of people getting arrested, while a group of teenagers were gathered around a huge sphere dome.

“Class 1-A a group of 20 kids, first years in the hero course. Only 17 of them were in that clip though.”

“2 injured, then the other must’ve gone to the washroom or something.”

“You should try to get tickets to the U.A sports festival, if you’re that interested in these U.A kids. It shows all their powers, and is super duper popular, but that’s all I’ve heard. I would obviously come with you– if I could. I’m not really in position to, kinda wanted by the police, but that’s a whole ‘nother story.”

Himiko suggested. Wanted? False really shouldn’t make her angry then, she had to do something if she’s wanted by the police.

Going there, False could find out more about this world, and if it’s so huge, she might find Scar or Grian there. But.. cost was definitely a problem.

“How much would that be..? I’m not rich right now.”

Himiko stopped to think about it, then opened her mouth.

“I dunno. I could probably get one for you though! I have a friend I know.” Himiko left it at that, supposedly paid, then they walked out.

“Sorry, False, I can’t stick around for too long, I’ll meet up with you another day, hope you won’t die!” Himiko waved.

She should check what she 𝘥𝘪𝘥 have. False had an iron sword, a water bucket, some logs, and a sleeping mat.

The items that she had weren’t the ones she had previously on hermitcraft. The sword was iron, and the other items looked fairly new.

False couldn’t just build wherever here, this world worked differently than servers, and people had plots here, so it might be a public disturbance if she built in the middle of the street.

False wandered around the city for a bit, trying to look for areas that were empty.

Places that were abandoned, or not being used. The sun had set, and a bunch of time had already passed.

A huge warehouse caught her attention, there were no vehicles in the front of it, a good sign.

False stepped quietly into the warehouse, looking around the building.

No one had been inside for a while, by the dusty floor, and the lack of boxes on the self.

The place wasn’t too dusty, and it didn’t seem dangerous. So she plopped the sleeping bag down, made a crafting bench, re-doing the early steps.

False could only make stone tools, as she didn’t think it’d be legal if she dug into the floor.

She set up her tiny area in the corner of the warehouse, near the exit, so it’d be easier to leave if she had to.

False laid down, her back facing the wall. Hopefully, Himiko’s description of that dude was Scar.

She wouldn’t know how or why they would be attending U.A, since that’s a highschool. And it’s for people who want to become heroes.

Yeah, Scar had an alter ego for a superhero. But she didn’t think that would be enough for anyone to suddenly start training 3 years to become a hero.

There were so many unexplained questions, but she’d figure that out later. False closed her eyes, and finally fell asleep.

Chapter Text

Grian was definitely ready for this. The next day at school, everyone was brought into the stadium, just there to sit and wait for the tournament to officially start.

Each class was separated into a waiting room of their own. People were making quiet small talk, while others were strategizing, which Grian should’ve been doing as well.

He was more worried about the up roaring voices in his head, screaming at him.

It was probably the watchers, because of course it was, this entire thing was probably their works.

The voices were very annoying. Grian had been cursed to experience this kind of thing every few weeks or so.

Some years they were constant, and others they would shut up.

Since he had been brought to this universe, it hadn’t talked. What were those stupid watchers talking about anyways?

Something about the rift opening up again? He had no clue actually, he had spent his time trying to focus on Scar’s blabbing

But he tried so hard he ended up not hearing the both of them..

And…. it finally decided to shut up. Just when Grian realised that real info was coming from them. Ugh, Grian hates these guys so much.

“Midoriya.” Todoroki called out. At least it wasn’t the watchers. “Hey Todoroki, what’s up..?” Everyone turned their heads. “I think from an objective standpoint, it’s clear that I’m stronger than you.”

What was this guy’s point?

“However, you got All Might your corner.” Midoriya gasped. “I’m not here to pry about whatever’s going on between you two. But know that I will beat you.”

“Woah, hey, there’s no use in fighting yet!” Scar stood up.

“And you two.” Todoroki continued, glaring at them.

“Don’t try to act so badly in this. Don’t treat this thing like a joke. Give me your all. You both know you’re capable, I want to see how you improved. Don’t go soft on me and give me an easy match.”

They both only nodded. Because, how else are you supposed to respond to that?

“Why are you picking a fight all of a sudden, what’s the big deal?” Kirishima put his hand on Todoroki’s shoulder. “We’re not here just to make friends.” He pushed Kirishima’s arm off.

And…They’re back.

Grian rested his head against the table, he really didn’t want to listen to major speeches.

The words ‘opened’ and ‘search’ He got what they were saying now at least, the rift opened. And the watchers want Scar and Grian to search.

°𖦹°‧˖⌕ ۫ . . ﹫°𖦹°‧

False wasn’t entirely sure how Himiko got those tickets. It wasn’t like she was complaining or anything, it was actually useful.

But.. the knife she was gripping while giving the ticket to False was very odd.

Himiko couldn’t go, but pointed in the direction she should go.

False needed this because.. well if there was a chance to find Scar or Grian, then she’d take it. False wasn’t a hundred percent sure that Himiko was going outside legally.

It wasn’t that False hated her or anything. She didn’t know how to put their friendship though.

Himiko has done a few favors for False already, but it didn’t make her maybe a murder any better.

After a long run, she ended up finding the entrance to the stadium. False lined up, maybe two hundred people in the line at the time, even though False came 2 hours early.

She checked her communicator, and sent out a message in chat.

Even though there were multiple messages per second. False thought there might’ve been at least somewhat of a chance that those two would see what she put.

The message she put were variants of asking if Scar or Grian were there. After spamming for a while, it was clear that they didn’t get it.

Or, maybe they took off their communicator?

𝘜𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 players in general wouldn’t take their communicator off. Whenever a player would go somewhere, they’d take their communicator with them.

So there was still a chance that they were on the same server as her. But, False might just be coping. The line got shorter, and False took out her ticket, giving it to the security guard. Maybe they needed her ID or something..

She was hoping that there wasn’t any more process to get in. In return for the ticket, False got a sad greeting from an overworked security guard.

It worked in her favor, and she slipped into the crowd just in case she had to do anything else. There was a set up market before the 3 different stadiums, since students competed by their own year.

False walked through the bundle of people. Himiko didn’t say anything about their year, but since class 1-A were the first years, she should check the first year sports festival.

False went there as early as she could, because she knew for a fact that it’d be crowded.

Hopefully, she’d find Scar or Grian. Whether they were in the crowd or not, this event would be pretty popular.

The ticket that Himiko gave False was near the front of the crowd, which was pretty good for her.

Just in case that they were actually somehow in the hero course, False needed to be near in order to be recognized.

If they weren’t here, False needed to try her best to info collect here. Like how strong a quirk could be, or the society norms for a strong person.

With this, she might be able to get used to this world. False really did need to find a way out though.

The doors opened slowly, while everyone from first year walked out. Searching for the two missing players.

False looked at every group of people, hoping that they’d be somewhere. And, they were.

Grian and Scar walked out together, with class 1-A. It was awfully convenient that they were the only ones missing from the clip from the USJ attack.

False noticed that they also seemed younger. Softer features, and they were both a bit shorter than they were before.

False didn’t know what happened at the rift, but they must’ve gone back in time while traveling to this universe. Nothing happened to her, False re-checked her appearance in her communicator, and it was the same, thankfully.

A sigh of relief came from her, as she continued to watch.

A hero, Midnight, explained the rules of the sports festival. So the rules were that they had three games to play.

Each round, students would either get eliminated or pass through. Then the final would be a match between the 20 students that completely made it through.

Midnight then called ‘Katsuki Bakugou’ to make the speech for the first years. Every single student was booing him. Even his own classmates were angry with him.

The guy then said “All I’m gonna say is, I’m gonna win.”

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Grian wide eyed as the entirety of class 1-A’s reputation plummeted to the floor. That was all he had to say? People yelled at Bakugou, then gave a thumbs down. “Not my fault you all are just stepping stones for my victory.”

Bakugou walked down the stage. He could've at least pretended to like the rest of the student body, infact, Bakugou could’ve at least tried to care about the rest of his class’ opinion.

“Without further ado, let’s get started! The first fateful game of the festival” a giant screen behind Ms. Midnight, then landed on an obstacle race.

“TA DA! All eleven classes will participate in this contest, 4 kilometers around the entire stadium. I don’t want to restrain anyone, at least in this game, you’re free to do whatever you want!”

Everyone was brought to the start of the race area, then the gates slowly opened.

As soon as everyone went into the tunnel, Grian got squished between people.

He used it to his advantage and got every single person he touched strength, and a few people’s balance. Then, he grabbed the shoulders of somebody, throwing himself upwards, and started walking on people's shoulders.

Grian apologised, but didn’t want to be in the lower half of the race, so he started to run.

A few people fell down from that, but this would be a great achievement to use in a dumb argument.

As soon as he got to the front of the crowd, the ground froze, and Grian slipped on the ice. The balance thing was useful there, he used that to mimic ice skating.

Scar used the leap enchantment to get out of the crowd, Grian kept on skating until it led to the next area, with those robots from the entrance exam.

Except, the green robots were far bigger. Clunky and bulky, they upgraded it a bit. Todoroki was ahead from that ice attack, lunging forward freezing the entire robot when it was on one leg.

Grian wasn’t so sure he was gonna make it through the robot. Just as he slid underneath the robot’s arm and body, the ice was about to melt, making its leg unsupported.

Grian crawled into as small a position as he could, clenching his fists while preparing for an impact.

Nothing happened to Grian, but he still needed to continue thinking. He needed to get enough room to squeeze through, he was pretty close to the other side of the robot.

With not many options, Grian punched the robot with an uppercut, wishing that it'd be strong enough.

A big enough space for him to crawl through, so he crawled out of the tiny space. Running back into the game.

At the other side of the robot, were deep cliffs, with tiny metal connecting them together. Many different paths and ways, but had a massive fall if you slipped.

This had to be illegal somewhere. Grian shrugged and figured that there were worse things that could happen, and sprinted across the pole easily.

The fact he took a few people’s balance ability helped, but he really just needed to run in a straight line. He could see Scar leaping platform to platform, which made him panic.

Was he behind?

Grian got a bit annoyed, seeing Bakugou and Todoroki simply glide through the area.

Grian shouldn’t even be hesitating, he was stronger than that. He had wings anyways.

Without any pause, Grian kept moving, he had wings, he had wings. Nothing would happen if he fell. Grian was lying to himself, well, 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 lying to himself.

But maybe he could ask one of the support course students to help him make an elytra.

There was an insane pink haired girl who kept on moving only by machines, she trusted them enough to fall.

Making it to the end of the area, Grian stared blankly at the field full of landmines. They were forcing the people in the front to take it slow.

Did the teachers want to kill them? Grian couldn’t waste anymore time though, he sprinted off the ground.

Grian was at least in the top 10, that was for sure, so he just needed to keep his pace and he’d get noticed by agencies. Scar was in front of him, poking at one of the landmines with his bow.

The landmine blew up, and Scar used a firework along with the landmine to boost himself even more.

“Screw it.” Grian didn’t have a plan in his head, he was near the area where Scar was and leaped off the ground, barely grabbing onto Scar’s ankle.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Scar yelled, as he shot himself with slow falling.

“I DON’T KNOW?! I DIDN’T HAVE MUCH OF A PLAN!” Grian yelled back, hugging Scar’s leg tighter.

This was a little dumb on Grian’s end, since he was probably going to be shaked off to free fall into a bunch of landmines. but he was going to fall behind if he didn’t.

All he needed to do was to cling. Scar shot another firework to boost himself.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME GRIAN? Y’KNOW YOU’LL HAVE TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS!!” Scar yelled at him

“YEAH I’M OKAY WITH THAT FOR NOW! I DON’T WANNA PLACE LAST! I’M BASICALLY USELESS WITHOUT ANYONE NEAR ME, THIS WAS THE BETTER OPTION!” Grian screamed.

“THE BAR ISN’T EVEN THAT HIGH!? IT’S PROBABLY LIKE TOP 50 OR SOMETHING!” Scar yelled, trying to kick Grian off.

As they slowed down, Scar looked back to Grian.

“You’re not gonna let go, are you?” Scar asked. “Nope, not at all.” Grian replied.

“You’re usually the one catching me.”

“It was a dumb move, I get it. Maybe this’ll make us stand out more.” Grian responded.

Scar made an unclear gesture, then aimed his fall on a landmine.

Blowing them both up into the sky again. A huge explosion behind them erupted, making Grian cling a bit more.

Midoriya was flying in the sky, after being propelled by the hoard of bombs he set off. “Did he just steal your plan but make it better?”

“Yeah…” Scar put his head down, then repeatedly blew them upwards whenever they went near the floor.

He tried to shake Grian off of his leg, but Grian grasped onto Scar’s leg because his life depended on it. Grian watched as the top 3 raced to the front, as Midoriya’s momentum slowly decreased.

He slammed the piece of metal he brought from the robots. Making Todoroki and Bakugou fall forward, and letting Midoriya both land safely, while getting a head start.

They landed for the last time, so Scar and Grian continued to race with each other. 4th place had already been taken by a girl with vines for hair, so they were fighted for 5th.

As soon as they were about to hit the arena, Grian was ahead by a step.

Scar grabbed his arm, and pulled Grian downwards, making Scar 5th. Grian got up, stepped into the arena.

“YOU WANKER." He started cursing every single british word he knew. I kinda deserved that, but my point still stands!” Grian pointed up to Scar, while he was giggling at Grian.

“Hey, you said it yourself. You had it coming.” Scar broke down laughing. Grian crossed his eyes as he waited for Scar to stop.

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False watched those two.

She was still a little stuck on how they both became younger, but nonetheless, she found those two. It’ll be hard to actually meet up with them, since they’re in a very important event right now.

It wasn’t like she could just jump down and talk to them. False got up from her chair, making her way to the washroom, or elsewhere depending if she comes up with something.

Maybe she could think of something there.

If they were finally done with their game, maybe she could at least let them acknowledge her existence here, or get her confirmation that they are actually Scar and Grian.

False figured maybe she could have a run in with one of those two if she got close enough to where they took breaks.

False knew that it was at the lower levels of the stadium. Maybe she should just wander until she could find where they were?

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Scar walked to a seat, near the ledge. Tapping his fingers around as he waited for the next round to start.

He was kinda hungry, maybe he should go downstairs to get food or something?

Were they selling food– at least to the students?

Hopefully they did, checking his pockets for money. Scar had like… 1 dollar in yen from Grian. Which could buy a lot, he’ll figure it out.

Grian went to the washroom earlier, so maybe Scar should get something for him too.

Watching as all the business course students tried to sell things to the audience, a person handing out a brand of chocolate caught his eye.

Listening to the student’s speech for a moment, the chocolate bar sounded good. Maybe he could convince the guy for a free bar, or two.

“Heyo there! How much for one?” Scar waved.

“Oh. You’re probably pockets deep with money, you’re one of the class 1-A kids. Just 440 yen for a chocolate bar.” The guy shrugged.

Scar cursed in his head, then regained his composure. He could make a deal with this guy. Scar looked at this guy with f̶a̶k̶e opportunity.

“I have an offer, since I’m gonna become an amazing hero and all that, I could probably promote your brand.” The guy’s eyes rolled.

“Yeah right.”

Scar locked eye contact. “I 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 I will, but a favor for a favor, could you give me one or two now..?” Scar tried his best to sound passionate.

“If a popular hero promotes your brand, it’ll skyrocket! All you need to do now is give me one or two of those.”

The guy seemed to think of it. Maybe out of pity, or Scar’s reasoning worked, the guy gave Scar two chocolate bars discreetly.

Scar smiled, and mouthed ‘I promise’ again.

Was he? Maybe, if he made it through all three years. After walking away with the chocolate bar, a person bumped into him.

She had the exact same hair color as False. Which was maybe a conquincidence, but she had a communicator on her wrist. It seemed a bit too obvious.

The False look alike turned back.

“Scar?” She called out.

Before he had time to respond, his face must’ve said it all, she held up her communicator. “How come you and Grian don’t have your communicator with you?” False asked.

“Is that really you? How are you here?” Scar pointed out. “But, I don’t have it because we were told to take off every single piece of jewelry, or things that might get damaged.”

“Just answer next time. We’ll talk later.” She walked off, waving shortly.

Scar walked back to his seat upstairs, next to Grian, handing him the melted chocolate bar.

“Don’t tell me you’re giving out friendship passes–again!” Grian yelled after Scar explained how he got them. “I’ve literally never scammed in my life, I dunno what you’re talking about.” Scar denied the claims.

Scar shushed Grian. “I have something else to tell you, False is somehow here.” Grian choked on his chocolate bar.

“Ohh.. that’s why– nevermind, did she talk to you?” Grian asked after calming down.

The nevermind bothered Scar a bit, but it was probably something unrelated.

“Yeah, she called out my name, asked me why we weren’t wearing our comms. Then I told her why, and confirmed it was her. False told me she was gonna talk to us later.”

“That’s her.” Grian continued to munch on his chocolate, so Scar just listened in on other conversations.

Chapter Text

Grian hopped off the stands along with Scar as they walked to where the next was happening. Grian stood still next to Scar as Midnight tapped the microphone before opening her mouth.

“Everyone, let’s find out what’s in store for you all!” She announced, as the screen flipped through all the challenges they might do.

“What will be your next..? A Cavalry battle!” Ms. Midnight exclaimed, as the screen showed the words of their challenge.

“First years! These are the rules you will abide by. Each team will have a certain amount of points based on where each member placed in the race. They say people on the top suffer the most, at least in the U.A.” She pointed at Midoriya.

“Izuku Midoriya placed 1st in the race, so he’ll be worth 10 million points.” While everyone started glaring at him, Grian thought about how it’d be like to be on his team.

Sure there’d be plenty of risk with it, but he wouldn’t really mind that.

And he would obviously become the center of attention, is it worth it for a few unknown heroes to notice him? Grian thought about it, and it’s an option if nobody wants to team with him.

He’ll just have to wait and see, but probably not. “You’ll know how much each team has by the headbands we have, showing the worth up front.

The entire match will last 15 minutes in total. There’s also a twist. If you lose your team’s headband or fall down then you can continue playing.

But make a team fall on purpose then I’ll slap you with a red card. You can make the teams now!” She yelled.

Grian figured that people had already strategized all of this, so he turned to Scar.

He knows that he and Scar have worked together a bit too many times, but that doesn't matter right now. He and Scar could pull this off.

Scar nodded at him, then linked his arm with Grian’s. “So then, what’s our plan really?” Scar asked.

“We could try going for the weaker teams first.. and then hoping that they give us enough points by quantity.” Grian suggested.

“I don’t mind that.. but maybe we should try getting Midoriya the last quarter through or so. Cause even though everyone is going for him, it’s worth a shot right?” Grian sighed at Scar.

“There isn’t anything wrong with that suggestion, but there’s only the two of us on this team. We both have quirks that give us multiple abilities, but still. Each person is somewhat a master of their quirk, they’ve had it for all their lives, we only have a grasp of a few of our abilities.”

Scar glanced at the competition mostly Todoroki and Bakugou’s teams.

“Then we could split it up? If we just go for the top three teams all while they’re going for Midoriya then maybe we could get somewhere. I have invisibility and there aren’t any regulations on quirks for this round.”

“I guess we could. Maybe we should try to think of other people’s weaknesses then.” Grian called out.

“I know Kaminari’s brain just breaks if he uses his quirk too high, I briefly saw him get used as a hostage because of that during the USJ.” Scar recalled.

“Todoroki’s ice can easily be broken by us because of our unusual strength compared to the average human here. By the way, are you the one holding me or?” Grian asked.

“Sure I’ll be the piggy backer! You can trust me when you fall!” His thumbs turned upwards as he gave his ‘salesman’ smile.

“I don’t think I’ll fall anyways. Do you think we’ll make it to the final round?”

“Probably, we’re a good duo! Don’t you think so?” No. Grian 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 so. Memories of 3rd life flashing by. He smiled at Scar, as the timer flicked to zero.

Everyone started preparing their setup briefly, as Grian leaped onto Scar’s back.

Ms. Midnight made a signal in order for everyone to start. Pushed off the ground, Scar made his way to the first group of people he saw.

Grian clung to the fabric of Scar’s clothes, as the wind pushed back. Scar ran to a group of unrecognized students, probably from class 1-B, who let their guard down immediately.

Their shoulders slumping down after one look of the duo. Grian stared at them down, confused. But the entire team seemed to just pause in their place.

Their eyes seemed scared, trying to keep themselves in the game, they tried to slowly back.

Scar noticed, but didn’t care that much and continued forward, as Grian reached to their headband.

The student shut their eyes in fear, blocking their head with their arms. Grian swiped the headband swiftly, placing it around his neck.

Watching as the group stood and watched Grian taking headband, yet they didn’t do anything about it.

“Do you have any idea why they didn’t do anything?” Scar asked, running to the next group he saw. “Nope.” Grian shrugged, pointing to another group of people.

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False heard a pool of whispers around her. Mostly about the top 3 of the race last round. Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, and Shoto Todoroki, those guys.

False was near the area full of the small-time heroes wanting to recruit people to their hero agencies early.

Of course she was watching her fellow hermits, but they weren’t exactly seen well by the hero group. And False could somewhat understand that by the circumstances.

Grian had a strong look on his face, if you underplay his look.

Grian felt hard to watch by the audience, including False. Looking at him was sickening, giving you a horrible headache. Like you were staring at a murder, his eyes seemed to be filled with a purple tint.

Completely unfocused, but anyone could tell how he was moving and aware.

Frozen, like a corpse, and almost like a doll, but at the same time he was jittery and impulsive.

This had never happened during her time on hermitcraft; she can’t say she was the closest to Grian, but Grian was often perceived as silly. Sometimes a threat, not evil like how it seems now.

The group of students that Scar and Grian just stole from experienced the same thing. False could look into what Grian’s quirk is, but by what happened during the race, it didn’t seem like it had to do with disturbing others.

Everyone in the remaining 40 stayed away from Grian like he was a deadly virus. And Scar probably wasn’t even aware of what was happening.

When you looked away from Grian, all of the listed things just went away. Since Scar is carrying Grian on his back, he probably hasn’t had this weird effect.

All the heroes noticed that it wasn’t his quirk either, maybe it was Scar’s quirk then? The other heroes left Grian’s weird amount of intimidation at the works of Scar’s quirk.

But that doesn’t make sense.. Scar’s bow was the hot-guy bow he had on hermitcraft, and it practically worked the same as it did then.

Using all the same effects and all, intimidation isn’t an effect you can give someone. False knew that there was something else apart from this, but she didn’t know what.

The glare in Grian’s eye did look awfully similar to the watchers. That thought scratched in Falses brain constantly.

She tried to ignore it, but it kept on popping up no matter what she did.

What would Grian have to do with the watchers?

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Scar kept having to shoot himself with speed arrows because of how much the lower 20 people were avoiding the two of them.

The upper 20 of the students were mostly fighting to get Midoriya’s headband, Grian agreed to join in after the first half was up, so they’d come in later.

Every time Scar went close to people, they’d freeze and flinch at Grian.

As much as Scar would love to pretend that all of the fear was because of him, it definitely was coming from Grian. Scar would stay with Grian no matter what honestly, but it seemed like even Grian wasn’t aware why they were scared.

The entirety of the student body didn’t know, except for the two– who were supposedly causing that fear.

Grian might have ideas, but won’t want to tell Scar, so he won’t ask as of right now.

Grian nabbed about ten different headbands from the lower 20 of the students easily.

The only hard part was not falling down, and actually getting to the students. The timer showed the numbers ‘7:30’ so Scar got the que and rushed to the bundled area where Midoriya’s team was.

Watching as Midoriya’s team slowly got dropped down, Scar ran to about where they would land. Grian jumped up and off of Scar’s back to reach for Midoriya’s headband. Brushing his hand with the fabric, Midoriya dodged to the other side, using Tokoyami’s quirk to distract Grian.

Scar swooped in, shooting Tokoyami with blindness, and caught Grian while he fell back.

Midoriya paused for a second, staring at Grian yet again. Why were people looking at him like that? Whatever, they could use this opportunity.

Grian reached out again, but was interrupted by a tall piercing block of ice by Todoroki. The chilled ice pushed them back all the way to the border, making Scar use leap, hurling himself and Grian over the ice wall.

Seeing Bakugou using his quirk to fly, they quickly headed back into the game. In the corner of his eye, Scar caught Tsu trying to take one of Grian’s headbands from the safety of Shoji’s back.

Scar tried his best to aim where her arm was, with nausea. He wasn’t sure if he made it or not because Scar could hear Team Bakugou’s footsteps. Probably for a quick steal.

Bakugou’s eyes seemed to twitch looking at the two. He obviously was looking at Grian though, what was Grian doing in order to get all these dirty looks?

Bakugou’s team flew forward with their furious leader. “WHY ARE YOU GIVING ME THAT LOOK?!” He yelled at Grian.

This has to be a joke or something. Is Scar missing something here?

Grian shook his head, as if he was trying to snap out of something.

“Solidarity’s weird glare came to an end! Was it ever his quirk in the first place? Who knows?”

Scar was tuning out Present mic’s commentating, but this sentence stood out like a sore thumb.

What ‘glare’ is Present mic talking about? Scar had no time to think about it, and had to weave to the left, Bakugou sending a puff of smoke into their faces.

“Are you looking down on us or something?!” Scar continued to dodge Bakugou’s attacks, and his reluctant following team.

“ANSWER ME!” Bakugou threw a final explosion, before being calmed down by the rest of his team.

Scar used that to try to go and get someone else’s points. They were barely out of the top 4 teams in 5th, if only they just– he didn’t know but it sounded cool in his head.

Scar’s eyes narrowed down. “Grian!” He looked down at Scar. “I need you to trust me.”

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Grian had no clue what Scar meant by that, but he had heard that very same sentence at least once in that desert.

Or something similar to that, it hadn’t worked out in the end, but maybe this time would be different.

Grian nodded to Scar, and Scar in return gave him a grin.

Scar slowly gained speed while running, and Grian held tighter, Midoriya’s team was getting cornered from all directions. Grian took a quick glance at the leaderboard, and noticed that Midoriya’s team dropped in points.

And Todoroki’s team took first place. “Scar! Todoroki’s team has the 10 million points headband! Go for them instead!” Scar took off from the ground, pushing off the dirt.

“I understand! Trust me, okay?” Scar yelled.

Grian had no clue what Scar was talking about, but he trusted him. Mid-air, Scar shot himself with a potion of leaping, at the same time, he poked an arrow of slow falling onto Grian.

Using a firework arrow, they skyrocketed into the air. Grian’s hair flew all over the place, as he felt the wind whirl against him.

Scar released two arrows of invisibility, shooting them at an angle to make both him and Grian invisible.

Todoroki looked up at them, but by the time that he informed his team, there was only a particle effect to give their spot away.

“Hold on!” Grian didn’t have time to react before Scar started flipping in the air. To the point where Grian thought that they looked like a blurred mess.

Grian had no clue that Scar knew how to do that, but he might puke.

Maybe Scar was doing that to confuse the other teams, just in case they saw the particles. Despite how Scar acts, he isn’t dumb.

He can make plans like these, most of the time, he just isn’t paying attention.

Grian usually is as well, he just hasn’t had the chance to yet. They were about to hit the floor, Scar pushed Grian off of him, just as the invisibility dissipated.

Grian knew what Scar meant by saying ‘trust me’ now.

Grian sprung off of Scar’s shoulders, ripping off the first headband that he could feel.

Grian looked back at Scar. Scar took action, lowering himself, allowing Grian to attach himself onto Scar. Wrapping his arms around Scar's neck, they quickly ran off.

Dodging an explosion from Bakugou barely, the tip of Grian’s hair became fried.

Grian looked back, as his hand moved by itself to punch. Todoroki’s ice suddenly shattered by the amount of Grian’s strength from his quirk. Ice chunks flew everywhere, flinged at Grian’s face.

Grian checked which headband he got, flipping it over. The red numbers appeared as 10 million.

“WE GOT IT! SCAR, WE GOT IT!” Grian cheered, placing it around his neck.

“ACTUALLY?! WE GOT IT?! I was planning to do that all over again if we didn’t.” Scar smiled, but their happiness faded as they got blasted.

Scar stabilized himself, planting his feet down.

They turned around, expecting to see Bakugou, instead, they saw some random person from class 1-B.

“Heh, let’s see what power you guys have. You class 1-A people are far too overrated. Using all that bronze, and basically having zero brain.” The guy from class 1-B ran to them along with his team.

Scar slid himself out of the corner, as Grian started calling all of the attacks directed to them. Running head first to Scar and Grian.

“OTHER WAY!” Grian pulled Scar’s hair to tell him to go the other way.

“Oww.. did you really have to do that..?” He asked.

“Yes and no, anyways, keep running! Getting into the finals is key to becoming a hero. You were far more keen to enter this school than me.” Grian pointed out, as they dashed to the center.

“You’re right. I should probably–” A nail flinged into Scar’s face, cutting him off.

The other teams seemed to be circling around the edges. Making Grian be more on guard. They seemed like they were winding up for something.

Most of them haven’t used their quicks in a while. Since Scar and Grian were basically in the middle– they were probably going for them.

“Scar? Do you think you could flip again?” He asked. “Probably. Just say when.” Scar replied. Scar shot himself with a leap potion and slow falling yet again, then took out a bunch of fireworks.

The bow came with any arrows that Scar wanted, that however didn’t include fireworks. He had to ask Mr. Aizawa previously for those.

Grian tapped his finger, like a bomb just waiting to explode. Like a wild animal about to pounce, which sounds oddly familiar. He’ll have to accept it eventually.

Denial really only makes things take longer. It was a comforting thought though.

..

The fabric cut through the wind, making a sound. “Now!” Grian yelled.

Scar took action, pushing off of the ground, Midoriya saw this coming, after all, he is extremely good at analyzing.

“Invis potion!”

“Yeah! Yeah! I get..” Scar shot the both of them quickly. Uraraka brought their entire team up, trying to find a way to trace where they were.

At the same time, Grian was urging Scar to move to another area without talking. “GRIAN STOP PULLING MY HAIR! I’M NOT THAT ONE GUY FROM THE RAT MOVIE!”

Is he serious..?

Scar covered his mouth while gasping. Even though Grian couldn’t see Scar at the moment, he could imagine his expression fully.

Bakugou pointed to where he heard it, before they could move locations, Kaminari had sent a shockwave of electricity.

Grian weaved Scar back, barely dodging the attack. It did give all the teams a good idea where they were though.

“Screw it. Just… I don’t know. Dodge everything you can..?” Grian mentioned.

“Not very skillful, mister..uh, uhm.. smarty pants. That wasn’t my best one, but okay I guess.” Scar agreed.

“There isn’t much time left anyways, we have 1 minute left for it. We can do it!” They kept on avoiding teams in general. If they saw anybody, they’d run the other way as fast as they could.

It felt kinda antisocial, but it was needed.

But Midoriya’s team just wouldn’t give up. They were a little bit desperate now, because they’re in 5th, meaning they are 1 spot away from entering the finals.

The headband was Midoriya’s in the first place.

Backing up as much as they could, Scar kept on leaping backwards.

While Grian was a little bit out of it. He didn’t get what they were trying to do. They were nowhere near backing Scar and Grian into a corner, and no other team was nearby in order to overwhelm them.

Or so Grian thought. Looking behind him, Grian saw a few other teams running to Grian and Scar.

“Go forward! Go forward! There are multiple people behind us!” Scar glanced back, then followed. Midoriya had an extra plan though.

On every side, Scar and Grian were surrounded. Although he could move his head away from most of the teams, Midoriya reached out, and Grian was surprisingly the closest to his direction.

He nabbed the headband, put it on, just as the timer went off. Scar went to Midoriya’s direction because he had told him to. It was his fault.

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They didn’t make it. Grian fell on the ground. “Good job anyways. You were a good guide!” Scar grinned despite losing, and gave Grian a hand up.

“Thanks. Sorry. I thought that we had it in the bag..” Grian sobbed fakely. “At least we can take a break now.” Scar pointed out. As he walked past Midoriya crying.

“I can’t say I’m surprised, we’re not exactly the best at strategies, much more with superpowers in the mix. But I’m also kinda disappointed.” Grian sighed

“Imma go to the vending machine, I need something to drink. Do you want something?” Scar paused. “Nah, I’m fine. See you!” Scar waved Grian off.

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Scar walked to the benches, back where they were sitting. He started to chat with the other people there briefly, commenting on their performance.

“I mean, you guys were so extreme with all your efforts. You even made Grian seem scarier just to scare people off, ribbit.”

Tsu mentioned it when reviewing all the teams. Scar mostly agreed with what she said about the teams, but he had no clue that Grian had looked scarier.

“Grian? Scary? Do you have the right person? He doesn’t look scary.” Scar joked to respond, maybe Grian had a weird face on during the match. There was the fact that he was scaring people, but it wasn't because he was scary... right?

“Yeah, he did look awfully scary… I was under the assumption that it was one of your quirks though..” Uraraka confirmed.

“What did he look like? Grian didn’t tell me that he was gonna look scary as a tactic.”

Everybody except for Scar had the same look. “Well…”

“Save it pink cheeks, he looked like he crawled straight out of hell.”

His classmates fell silent.

“What? There’s no point of trying to sugar coat it.” Bakugou shrugged.

“Yeah, but Bakugou, don’t you think you could at least be a little bit more considerate with your words? That’s our classmate you're talking about. Grian might’ve… had a bad sleep or somethin’. Don’t be rude.” Kirishima sholded.

“Could you guys, uhm what’s that word again? Uh, elaborate with your descriptions?” Scar asked.

“As rude as Bakugou was with it. He was kinda right with his words. Ribbit. Grian had.. really dark eyes. And it felt hard to look at him. I was under the impression it was a tactic though..” Tsu explained.

“I swear I saw him with wings too, he doesn’t have a quirk related to wings, so I dunno if I was just being insane during the match.” Kaminari added.

Grian said he used to have wings. “What did they look like?”

“They were rainbow, but kind of tainted, with like purple feathers, and untaken care.” Scar nodded, then stood up.

“I’m just gonna go for a walk.”

Heading through the corridors to sort his thoughts. Scar couldn’t ask Grian about his look during the match, he was sure that’d be far too insensitive of him. With his wings, he lost them.. yet they appeared.

It was hard to even talk about his past, if Scar had to guess, maybe only Mumbo and Xisuma would know about it too.

But he knew that there was something left out from his past, something that was bothering him for a long time.

Grian seemed fairly happy in hermitcraft, with a few rough days, but Scar assumed it was from stress, like what most hermits go through.

And Grian was still pretty secretive about his past, Scar maybe only asked once or twice, but it did bother Grian a lot.

He was also really good at flying, probably because of the wings that he used to have. Screw it.

Scar had no clue of what Grian was going through right now.

No matter how hard he tried to guess, Scar couldn’t get anywhere but pressing Grian about it would be bad too.

Scar didn’t want Grian to tell him anything that he didn’t want to say, however this issue was eating Grian alive. And he doesn’t want help, refusing it.

Should Scar just try to trust Grian more? He was a bit frustrated with himself for not being able to help Grian.

Grian was one of his best friends, and had helped Scar multiple times, but he can’t seem to return the favor.

It felt like they were just gonna both lose.

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Grian was ashamed of himself. It was a sinking hatred that he couldn’t help but feel.

If anyone was in his situation, they’d feel the same. He had thrown up yet again. Grian couldn’t get them to shut up. The watchers were whispering in his ear.

Taunting him. Yelling at him to do better, that he wasn’t transformed to be a failure. Cursing, the same things that they would before.

And the worst part was that Grian honestly believed what they said. He should’ve fought harder for the headband, he did go through all that pain for nothing.

Grian was just tired of the watchers. He hates how they complain, and complain, how they bend reality just for a few seconds of entertainment.

They love watching Grian because he gave them the most emotion. Because they saw Grian at his weakest point, giving him something to fight for just to take it away in the end.

He could hear those voices for a reason.

They want to take him back for that same reason.

Xelqua was there at the USJ for the exact reason.

But Grian would do everything just for it not to be true. He hated that reason with all his might. Grian glanced up at the mirror to wash his face yet again.

In the corner of his eye he could see that stupid symbol. Along with those wings.

Not his bright beautiful vibrant wings. The ones that were boring, white, and not his. The wings that were a copy of paste of the watchers.

Grian forced his eyes away from the mirror. Maybe going back was the better thing to do, at least he could distract himself with conversation.

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Grian hurried back to the bleachers. Plopping right next to Scar, tossing him a bottle of juice. “Hey, Grian! Why’d you take so long to go to the vending machine?” Grian just made a vague gesture. “Huh.. nothing important.”

“Y’know, if something is bothering you, I’m here whenever!”. “Mhm, thanks, but nothing’s wrong.” Scar started to glare at Grian, unconvinced.

“Grian, I might be clueless sometimes, but I’m not that clueless. I see how you go to the bathroom way too much. I see how you've been on edge, and you're sneaking off early in the morning.” Grian glanced down.

Grian knew that Scar would notice eventually, but he had wished that Scar hadn’t realized for all the time that they’d be here.

“Look,” Scar placed his hands on his shoulders.

“I’m not gonna force you to tell me anything you don’t want to. You don’t have to, you’ve already been honest with me about a lot of things. But, if it’s clawing away at you all that much, don’t be afraid to let it all out.” Grian nodded silently. It wasn’t like Grian didn’t trust him.

He’d been through a lot with him, especially in third life. Maybe he’d understand his situation– Grian let out an awkward noise, shutting his mouth right away, turning to the battlefield though the first match wasn’t starting anytime soon.

“Nevermind. Sorry."

“It’s fine, you don’t have to tell me.” Scar gave a smile, getting Grian to tense down.

They watched as Ms. Midnight called Midoriya down, and some kid from the general studies, Hitoshi Shinso. Shinso looked like a sleep deprived raisin, but that was kinda mean, Midoriya seems like a main character kind of guy.

“I’m betting Midoriya will win.” Scar looked over. “Why? We know Midoriya is smart with a good quirk, but we shouldn’t downplay the other guy’s abilities.”

“It’s mostly a feeling. Midoriya seems like a main character, don’t you think?” Midoriya listened to Shinso’s question, insulting Ojiro.

Then proceeded to listen to Shinso when he told him to leave the ring.

“Really? That isn't very main character like me.” Grian shushed Scar. “No, no, just watch, he’ll come back.”

Grian leaned in as Midoriya edged closer to the borders of the ring. “Come on..!” As soon as Midoriya was gonna step out, his finger moved.

Wind springed from the impact and strength of his movement. Snapping out of the trance-like state he was in. Shinso’s eyes widened, stepping back. Grian smiled, nudging Scar.

“I was right! He has main character energy! He made a comeback!”

“Whatever… It was just a hunch.” Scar claimed. Midoriya struggled to throw Shinso over, but ended up winning.

“What was Shinso’s deal at the beginning? You have a hero quirk?” Grian asked. Ojiro tapped him on the shoulder. “Well, his quirk is brainwashing people. You can fill the rest with your own imagination, cause I’m not sure exactly why he said that.” Scar threw a thumbs up.

“Thanks for explaining!” “No problem, just so you can know if you ever get put against him in the school festival.”

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Grian watched as Shinso walked back to his class. Blankly staring at them, Grian saw how they congratulated him happily.

And winced as the watchers whispers made his head pound. It was annoying, having to deal with them all the time. And, based on Scar’s reaction to coming back, Grian must’ve accidently done something.

Everyone was slightly avoiding looking at him, so they probably had a conversation about him.

Why did his eyes flare like that? His eyes never normally did that.. Why won’t the watchers just leave him alone? They just keep on coming back. The whispers of the watchers grew louder.

Like they were trying to itch and fit into his skin, Grian felt like he was gonna rip them off with how loud they talked.

Their jumbled language ticked in his ear, as another match seemed to start. Scar started commentating to Grian, and all he could do was nod. His eye sight seemed to blur. The flashy lights just bounced off of his view, while a tint of purple took over.

Grian couldn’t be a part of the final match. What good was he if he didn’t have any strength? That was what the watchers promised to train him. Their efforts went to waste with him. He couldn’t do anything right.

Instead of coming back to them, where he belonged. He decided to disobey them.

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦?

He decided to leave them. Those whispers started shaping into screams. And Grian didn’t get it. Running off and telling other people that the watchers ‘hurt’ him.

𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦.

They didn’t. They were.. training him. Grian couldn’t leave his spot, shakily trying to comprehend anything that Scar was saying. All of his words sounded like he was underwater. But the watcher’s voices were far louder.

And might’ve been correct.

They were right though. Grian couldn’t win because he didn’t try. Discarding all of their work.

𝘕𝘰, 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳’𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦

Grian should just try harder. They gave him newly found wings, and skills he’d never learn.

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴.

They did so much but he couldn’t repay them.

𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱. 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.

He was meant for greatness, they were offering a major opportunity.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭.

Why was he arguing with himself? There was a definitive answer.

He was a ugly failure. He didn’t deserve to even be in the presence of them, yet they forgave him time and time again.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴.

Grian did not need the watchers. Failure. That was what he was. Xelqua–

𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱. 𝘟𝘦𝘭𝘲𝘶𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

Grian had nothing to do with him. Why was he fighting so hard? Why was he so against the idea of being one of them?

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Scar cheered at the end of a fight, making commentary. Grian hadn’t talked in a while, but Scar had just assumed that he was tired after that loss.

But as Scar was about to pester Grian when his bet was correct, Grian looked like a dead corpse.

It was mean. But it's true.

“Grian?” Scar called out, shaking Grian. His eyes became what they described before, all of his classmates. Why was he thinking that Grian looked like a monster? Grian wasn’t a monster.

So why did those eyes look far too hard to look at? “Grian… wake up.. the finals are gonna happen.” No response. “Grian, please? You’re scaring me.”

What was going on? Was this Grian’s way of giving the silent treatment? His head cracked slowly, he nodded. His body was unstable. Grian’s lips were quivering, as he was muttering something.

Like he was talking to someone else. But no one was there. Was he talking to himself? His eyes glued onto Scar's mouth.

Even though he wasn’t saying anything, Grian kept on nodding, at the slightest movement of Scar.

Scar glanced at Grian's irises, as he took Grian’s hand. A purple symbol that almost looked like a broken nether portal shone in his eye. Was he in a trance or something?

Scar shoke Grian gently, feeling the area of his pulse. Nothing. Nothing was felt in his pulse. He had no pulse. Scar’s blood turned cold as he pressed that area again.

Nothing.

It wasn’t slow or anything, Scar couldn’t feel any heartbeat at all. But his body was still moving. Nodding at every move that Scar made.

“Grian. Grian?” Nothing. “Grian!” Scar said while he tried shaking Grian’s corpse like body.

Grian’s cold eyes looked up, as the purple symbol dissolved back, giving back his regular dark brown eyes.

His pulse had a beat for the first time in a while. A tear raced down Grian’s cheek as he looked back up. “Scar?” Grian just couldn’t get a break. Grian looked around him, like he didn’t understand something.

“Sorry. I was just.. thinking really hard.” Grian claimed, while looking away.

“How hard were you thinking to not have a pulse?” Scar asked. Grian wouldn’t tell him anything that was on his mind. “It’s nothing really. I swear I’ll tell you eventually. I just.. panicked.”

“Okay then you have to pinkie swear on it.” Grian looked scoffed. But Scar held out his pinkie. “You’re being serious?” Scar nodded. “Y’know what? Sure.” And pinkie swore on it.

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Grian was a little shaken. Scar managed to get the watchers to shut up. And while Grian was in that state, the entirety of the 3rd round had ended. They weren’t a part of it, but Grian wasn’t mad about that anymore.

“Hey, should we try to contact False?” Scar tapped Grian’s arm.

“Yeah, we don’t even know how False ended up here anyways.” Scar nodded.

“She didn’t say where we’ll meet up though. So I have zero clue. I also don’t know where her seat is, so…”

“We could use the comm, did she have her’s?” Grian asked Scar.

“Yeah! She did, we left our comms in the waiting room, right?” Scar beamed.

“The round ended, so there wouldn’t be any problem with getting them.” Grian added. They made their way to the waiting room, took back the communicators, then checked the messages.

“Oh. She spammed us a lot,” Grian noted while scrolling upwards with her messages. “And we couldn’t answer any of them, that’s crazy.”

Scar typed something in the chat.

“I’m just trying to see if she’ll respond, we’re leaving the stadium soon, or everyone will be escorted to leave for cleaning. Either case we’ll leave, and probably won’t get a chance to see False.”

“There’s no problem with checking for her in the area of the seats.”

Soon Grian and Scar walked to the area where civilians could watch the sports festival. Which makes Grian wonder, how did False even get the ticket? Someone pulled them aside, before they even got to the seating area.

“Grian! Scar! How in the world did you guys end up here? Everyone on hermitcraft had been extremely worried about you guys, you basically disappeared from all servers.” False scolded them.

“How does someone end up in a 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 different universe?”

“Hold on! Give us a chance to talk for a second, how did 𝘺𝘰𝘶 get here?” False squinted her eyes.

“I got teleported here by the rift. While I was inspecting it, I lit it up..out of curiosity. I figured I might’ve missed something. Now how did you guys end up here?” False explained shortly.

“.. Thunder struck the portal, and we fell in it.” False gave a look that she guessed that already. “It was acting up a bit, but I didn’t mind it.”

“Second of all, how could you 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 decrease your age by decades?!”

“Well I mean the rift did that..” Scar said weakly.

“Okay, then why would you enroll into a 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 school?! Let alone the top hero school?! Are you kidding me?” False rightfully asked.

“Scar’s idea.” Grian pointed at Scar.

“Oh come on, it was a good idea! We got free shelter, and the principal agreed to help us.” Scar argued.

False sighed.

“I’m not mad or anything. Just overwhelmed, even with help, there’s not much we can do to get back. I could try making a nether portal, but you guys have appearances to keep up since you enrolled here.”

“Then, we could help you with building a nether portal, we could work together, to get the obsidian. You’ll have to build it though, me and Scar can’t just wander off the charts, we’ll need to come to school everyday, the school would get suspicious of us if we aren’t at school. We kinda live there.” Grian suggested.

“Okay. I can give you the coords of my base. Since I’m kinda broke as of now, don’t expect it to be fancy. Just meet me there when you want to talk. It’ll be easier that way, since I don’t want to go to a highschool as an adult. With zero connections there.”

“Alright, they're starting to close for cleanups. Bye!” Grian waved. “Goodbye! Have a good time!” Scar followed him.

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“What’s gonna be your hero name? Midoriya?” Scar leaned forward.

“I’m not sure… I came up with a few names when I was younger but– nevermind! I-I just have no clue of what I’ll do. Do you have an idea?” Midoriya tripped over his words.

“Yeah, it was based off of some guy from a really old American comic. Named Hawkguy, but I can’t legally do that, so I changed it to something more fitting– ‘Hotguy’!” Scar explained.

“Hotguy..?” Midoriya questioned.

“Wait! No, sorry, I mean, it isn’t that I don’t think that you're attractive or anything..! I just wouldn’t choose that name myself, uhm, but I’m not judging! You can choose whatever name you’d like, in fact the origins it comes from is extremely fascinating–”

“Stop, Midoriya, it’s fine. I know you aren’t the type of person to do that… And I’ll seem less ridiculous with Grian matching with our superhero names!!” Scar yelled loudly on purpose in order for Grian to hear.

Grian turned around to face Scar.

“Uhh, what’s that suggestion you want..? Y’know I’m up for names and stuff, but they have to be good.” Grian asked. “Glad you asked!” Scar beamed.

“Since I’m Hotguy, you can be Cuteguy with me!” Scar smiled.

Grian had mentioned it once while they were studying for a test, mostly as a joke. But Scar decided he should take it seriously, even if he didn’t look the part.

“I’ll consider it,” Grian chuckled.

“It’s a nice suggestion, buuut, I’ll only use it if I can’t think of a better one.” Scar agreed, Grian didn’t have to, but matching hero names would be awesome!

“Alright everybody, who wants to present their codename first?” Ms. Midnight asked, while Mr. Aizawa snored a little louder in the back.

“We’re presenting these?!” Kaminari yelled.

Scar proudly shot up his hand into the air, waving it and all.

“Alright, your stage!” Ms. Midnight greeted. Scar happily hopped to the front of the class, sparkling with confidence.

His name was genius! Not really, but Scar enjoyed being in that persona, and the name that came with it.

“Based off of an old american comic super hero, I’m Hotguy!” Scar turned around his board.

“It’s kinda a bold claim, but at least you can get his personality from it.” Tsu commented.

“I envy him…. Cause he’s right! I heard a bunch of chicks talking about him..”

Oh..! Scar did ->not <- want to engage with any relationships (despite his jokes with the hermits) let alone with someone far younger than him.

“Uhm.. could you tell them I’m not into that kind of stuff.” Scar asked. It’s kinda insane that he and Grian are here right now. For the info.

“What do you mean you don’t want anyone crushing on you..!? I mean it’s your choice, but you’re missing out a ton.” Scar knew that Kaminari had no clue what he was actually saying.

“Trust me, I’m not interested. At all.”

Kaminari shrugged, disappointed, and Scar sighed with relief. “I love the name! Confidence is key as a hero!” Scar thanked Ms. Midnight then went back to his seat.

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Grian couldn’t lie. He’s had a few codenames in his lifetime, but all of them were tied to horrid memories, so using them wouldn’t be the best for him.

Grian would probably just go with Scar’s name… but cuteguy? It was a nice compliment, still, Grian wouldn’t settle for it. Maybe something with the sun. His name, Grian, had meant ‘sun’.

..Oh, he has a name. “Sorry, Scar, I thought of something else.” Grian smiled.

“Aw man, I really wanted to match… Maybe you can use your hero name you have now and put it as a title. Tsu did it.”

Grian thought about it, maybe? “That fits surprisingly well. Thanks!” Grian raised his hand to go next.

“Up next, Solidarity.” Although Grian got used to it during his time in highschool, it still made him cringe since he hadn’t heard it in such a long time.

In the front of the stage, Grian turned his whiteboard first.

“Named for the sun, Cuteguy!” Grian said somewhat cheerfully.

“You took Scar’s suggestion! But why add the sun part?” Uraraka wondered.

“My name means ‘sun’ in another language. Basically kinda revealing my identity, but the language is uncommon.” He explained.

“Wonderful! Using your own name for a title, love the matching names! You two have… 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 going on.” Ms. Midnight added.

Grian shrugged vaguely at her statement, then walked to his seat. Scar beamed his smile at Grian. “You decided to match with me!”

“I didn’t have any other names in mind.”

The names went by, and Grian thought a few sucked, but that’d be mean to say out loud.

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A day passed by simply like that because there wasn’t much to think about then. Again, Grian went to school, this time, Mr. Aizawa decided to bring something else up.

He explained how the sports festival was actually important, and how hero agencies were handing out internships for people.

Mr. Aizawa showed a chart of how many internships each person in the class got. Grian and Scar had gotten a good amount of internships despite not making it to the 3rd round.

“How’d we get this far?” Grian wondered.

“It’s because of my undeniable charm, the hero agencies must’ve sensed it, you just came along.” Scar praised himself jokingly.

“But if we’re being serious, I have no clue.” Scar scoffed.

“Yeah, at least we have options though.”

Uraraka and Iida were completely sobbing because they were wanted.

“We’re wanted! Look at that Iida, we’re wanted!!”

Grian raised an eyebrow. “Of course you guys are, you made it to the third round, and Uraraka, that performance showed how hard you worked to get to it. Iida, you deserve it too, dude. Me and Scar messed up completely at the end of the second round.” Grian commented, making them cry even harder.

Grian had rewatched the sports festival because he was kinda going through some hallucinations during it, to make sure he knew what the rest of his classmates were talking about.

Only Scar had seen him as he was kinda possesed, everyone else were focused on the matches. He would’ve been too.

Looking over the agencies, he was only going to choose something nearby False’s base, since these internships would last all their time at U.A.

At least until him, Scar, and False would find a way back. Grian still needs to check where the coords that False had given Grian led to. That way he’d know which city he should choose his agency in.

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The day when they were going to start their internships. Scar had chosen to go to Gunhead, the martial arts hero.

Uraraka was going too, so it’d be fun to go with someone else in his class. Grian was going with a hero around where False was, Scar would need to ask Grian what their name was.

Gripping his suitcase in hand, he boards the same train as Uraraka after Mr. Aizawa finished his speech.

“Bye Grian!! See you!” Grian smiled back at him as the train took off.

“Bye, Scar!”

Uraraka and him sat next to each other. “I’m kinda nervous.. Do you think Gunhead will be strict?” Uraraka commented.

“Nah, I like to think that every big strong muscular guy is actually a huge softie. You can’t be muscular and mean at the same time in my opinion. Or at least you shouldn’t be.” Uraraka giggled.

“That’s a nice way to think of it. At least that way I won’t be as scared. There are plenty of things that are happening right now. I can’t be scared of the guy that I’ll be going to my internship for.”

Scar raised his hand up as if aaking for something in a classroom setting.

“What do you mean, there are plenty of things happening? Like what? Am I missing something that’s going on?” Uraraka’s eyes drooped a bit.

“Well, me and Deku think that there’s something going on with Iida. He’s been a little bit off ever since his brother got injured by the hero killer.”

“Hero killer? Who’s that?”

“You don’t know? There’s a guy that's been killing off heroes in multiple cities. He’s extremely skilled, and he targeted Iida’s brother this time.”

Uraraka explained, taking the newspaper left in the pocket of the chair in front of them. She pointed to the guy she was talking about in the headlines of the newspaper.

“This guy had injured Engenium, and many more heroes, a few of them had even been found dead..”

“That’s..”

“Terrible, I know, right?” Uraraka continued his unsteady sentence.

“Huh..” the two of them trailed off of their usual upbeat personality. Scar didn’t know exactly what to say, he was never the best person at giving advice for this kind of thing.

This clearly meant something to Uraraka, and she definitely wanted to help Iida.

“Hey… I’m sure Iida will find his way one way or another. It’s definitely taken a toll on him. But if someone isn’t ready, you can’t do much, right? Do your best to be on his side to support him, I guess that’s just what I’ve been doing with Grian.”

Uraraka looked back up. “Yeah, you’re right. Sometimes trying might stress them out more. Iida is a strong person, I’m sure he will overcome whatever’s bothering him!” She smiled.

“Oh, and before I forget, what does ‘that’s what you’ve been doing with Grian’?” Is he okay? I know he hasn’t been acting fully in the moment a lot of the time. But it never felt like my place to ask.”

“I don’t exactly know myself. There were apparently a few things from his past that happened.. and well, even when he did open up to me about that– which I’m extremely grateful for. It still felt like something was ruining him. Something that he couldn’t tell me, that would make me hate him.”

Uraraka put a hand on her chin.

“I don’t know either.. but you’ve handled it pretty well y’know. You were so patient with him. It’s affecting him a lot, so you don’t wanna see him in pain, right?”

He nodded.

Those words were almost exactly how he felt. She was good at talking to people, even with the tiny amount of details Scar could give.

“That’s how I feel about Iida. If they can’t tell us, we’ll cheer them on. Oh, and sorry for getting so sad all of a sudden! I didn’t mean to bring down your mood..” Uraraka apologised.

“No, no, infact, you helped me a bit. I wasn’t sure I was doing a good job when helping Grian.”

Their conversation turned into something far happier.

Discussing their favorite animals and what exactly they like about them. Or weird quirks about animals they noticed for example, the funny way a penguin walks.

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Grian settled in the place he was going to spend a huge amount of time in now, which was Edgeshot's agency.

Scar probably forgot Edgeshot’s name even though he was a well known hero, as Grian had spotten merch of him once. Edgeshot was a straight-cut dude, he took his job as a hero perfectly, leaving no loose ends.

He was cool, and Grian could admit that, but he didn’t quite reach the sky like All might have done. However, you can’t compare the two simply like that.

All might seems like he was just made for being a hero.

False had made her base to an abandoned warehouse which was passed by whenever Edgeshot would go on patrol.

Grian could always smell the faint smell of woodwork happening, along with burning, but the other sidekicks didn’t point it out so he didn’t either.

Edgeshot had kept on glancing back at the warehouse as he was instructed how to do a proper patrol.

During his lunch break, Grian asked to go to the grocery store to ‘buy a few things’ which he had everything he needed.

It was really just an excuse to talk to False. Casually walking by the warehouse, in the corner of his eye, False was signaling him to come into the warehouse.

“Okay talk. I only have 15 more minutes here.” Grian looked back at his comm.

“And, by the way, how’d you make a whole factory? It looks quite nice, I like the way you made test tubes, but how’d you get the materials?” He commented.

The interior already looked like a starter base with the few days she had been there. Grian and Scar never needed to build, as they got a place as soon as they got there.

“Thanks! I just used the tools I was given, I acted like I belonged when a group of miners went to the caves out of town. They went without their boss and I acted as a new hire. I also learned that most people from our dimension are physically way stronger. But I think you and Scar must already know that.”

“Yeah… This might be too much of you to ask, but could you attempt to get obsidian from the cave that you mentioned earlier? This place has the same rules as the servers have, so you could find diamonds, then get obsidian. I just hope the diamonds work the same, or else it won’t work out.”

“I get what you’re saying. If I can’t get it with a diamond pickaxe, I might just try to actually land a job as a miner. Since you’re in a privileged place, ask how to get an ID. I don’t want to ruin the way people see you. I might need one for a job, if not, then I’ll tell you to remove that topic immediately.”

She opened her chest with a whole bunch of iron, copper, and two diamonds.

“My lunch break is almost up, I’ll have to go back. Love the futuristic look!” Gesturing to the walls of the place.

“Yeah, thanks!” Waving him off as he tried to discreetly exit the warehouse.

He timed himself perfectly to walk to the grocery store and back, without being late to the next drills. It might’ve been suspicious if he didn’t go to the grocery store at all.

Somewhere else, there had been reports of a fire in Hoshi city. Exactly where Iida is right now, and probably maybe two or three other people because of the fire.

Edgeshot’s team wouldn’t be going there, but whatever was wrong with Iida, Grian hopes it’ll be fixed. Also that his classmates wouldn’t just die on the spot.

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Stain finished his speech with pure hatred in his eyes. An overbearing glare that made everyone there stay in place. He collapsed, taking his final breath. But a creeping thought had come to Midoriya. This feeling had been felt before.

Why was the stare so chilling? Yet so… familiar. Midoriya could remember someone looking at him with those eyes. Unforgiving and their humanity being questioned. But, he doesn’t remember anyone at the USJ attack being like that. None of the villains were that intense. It didn’t make much sense.

Ah

That’s who it is. Grian had that look. 

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Gripping the newfound lighter in his hand, Grian slipped it into his pocket, wandering into the hall silently. Grian stole a lighter from the teacher’s lounge.

A few of the pro heroes smoked after school, so there were a few there. They could buy more, it wouldn’t matter.

The reason why Grian needed a lighter was for the nether portal, hopefully it would work here. 

Grian returned to the classroom, greeted by Scar chatting with Uraraka of what happened at the workshop.

When Grian took a seat, he couldn’t help but notice that someone else was staring at him.

Of course, it always feels like that, but this time the person was human.

Midoriya was talking with the rest of his classmates, but kept on eyeing Grian whenever he wasn’t talking.

Did he have something on his face? Probably not, but what was it? 

It wasn’t just Midoriya glaring at him, Todoroki and Iida were as well. Did he do something? Eventually, the conversation switched over to the villain ‘hero killer, Stain’. Kaminari pulled up a video of the guy, a documentary. 

And, well, now Grian knows why they’ve been staring at him. Stain had the exact same look the watchers had.

And Grian had a.. similar look. 

Midoriya, Todoroki, and Iida had all had a run-in with Stain. Grian knew that they probably saw his stare in person.

They also saw Grian’s stare in person. Grian even has the look of a villain. He would argue it looked more like a dead corpse, but the description of a villain would work as well.

Todoroki, Midoriya, and Iida had the same look as eachother. But Grian was too tired to deal with it.

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“Grian,” Iida called out.

“A-are we really gonna do this?” Midoriya asked.

“It has to happen before it turns into something big.” Iida stayed firm, Todoroki nodded along with his statement.

“Uhm, yeah..? What’s going on, guys?” Grian tried to keep it casual. Even though he knew what was coming.

Iida had a long sigh, while Midoriya shifted in his position. “Do you really have good intentions being here?” Todoroki asked before the other two could.

Grian pressed his lips together before answering.

“I do.” He stopped himself before he said some self-righteous answer he couldn’t live up to.

“Listen, Grian, if there’s anything going on. Or if there’s something you're hiding, we promise we won’t tell anyone.”

“It’s not like we think bad of you. We’re just.. worried. Yeah. Please be honest. Don’t turn to that side.”

He wasn’t. He really wasn’t. He was trying his best to ignore that side. But he’s done it now.

“I’m not. I swear. Nothing’s going on. I appreciate your concern, but there’s nothing, really!” 

“Oh cut the crap already–”

“Y’know what, it’s fine. But know that we’re here if there’s any second parties. We were wrong to assume.” Midoriya apologised on their behalf. Cutting off Todoroki from starting anything.

“It’s my duty as class president, to prevent anything from happening. Don’t turn to that side. Even though we don’t know you that well. We still value you as a friend.” Iida put a hand to his chest.

“You seem genuine, so I’ll let the intensity go. We were wrong for going off on something so trivial.”

“Grian. If you are a villain.” Todoroki said bluntly. “I’ll stop you. I won’t hesitate. But not so happily. Don’t go that path.”

Thankfully they caught Grian in a place with no one else there but them. So no rumors would take over the place. If life goes the way he wants it too. But that’s a lot to ask for. When has it ever done that?

“Is it really just because of a look? I’m not..” Grian wasn’t sure if they’d believe him.

“I’m not good at hiding when there’s something wrong. You’re right. I am hiding a secret.”

All of their faces tensed.

“It doesn’t have to do with being a villain. But I can’t tell you the secret. I can’t even tell Scar.” Grian’s faint smile dropped.

“I don’t think I could ever come to terms with it. I know what you mean by my eyes even just having the essence of a villain.” 

“What could have happened to you to have eyes like that?” Midoriya interrupted Grian.

What?

Nothing could’ve happened to get him like that.

Nothing happened at all.

Everything was just fine.

He wasn’t one of them.

He wasn’t like that.

“Nothing happened. It’s just the way I look at people.” 

Grian lied.

“Grian, those are not the eyes of someone who had ‘nothing’ happen to them–”

“NOTHING HAPPENED! Nothing happened. Okay? Please believe me. I don’t want to come to terms with that. Just– ugh. Please leave me alone. I’m fine. Believe me. Scar’s probably more hurt by this.”

Grian turned around, and walked back to the class, trying to find Scar. The bell rang anyways, they’d have to go home.

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Scar’s communicator buzzed, and he pulled his phone out of his pocket to check. 

‘Hey, sorry if this is urgent, but I want to talk to you about something.’ 

From Midoriya.. why would he want to talk with Scar? It wasn’t like he was against it or anything, but why now? He could go.. but Scar was really curious why.

‘Yeah! Sure! Bout what tho?’ 

Scar sent the message. It was seen by Midoriya almost immediately, then he started to type something in reply.

Maybe Scar should tell Grian about this..

Speaking of Grian, where is he?

Grian just left, then Iida, Todoroki, and Midoriya followed. Weird. Is it like a huge surprise party they’re telling everyone about? 

Scar’s comm buzzed again.

‘What we’re gonna talk about is Grian.’

Huh? Why Grian? Did he do something? Grian isn’t the type to make people mad easily when he isn’t close with them. Scar quickly typed in a response.

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‘Why? did he do smth?’

‘No, not exactly. You see, I’m worried for Grian. He seems really upset. I asked him, what could’ve happened to him to get his eyes.’ 

‘his eyes?’

‘Yeah, they look like someone that I know. A villain to be exact.’

‘a villain? His eyes look like a villain’s?’

‘I’m sorry. I know it sounds rude, and I apologise for that, but if you’d seen his eyes you would’ve thought that of him too. Me, Iida, and Todoroki went to go talk to him about it.’

‘howd it go?’

‘Grian was really hurt. He was jittery and kept looking away. He told us that was just the way he looked at people.’

‘Is it not?’

‘Well then he kept on screaming that nothing had happened. I’m sure something happened. Could you make sure that he’s okay?’

‘Yeah, I can’

‘One more thing, Grian seemed to mention how you were affected by this. That you were more hurt. I’m not sure what you’ll do with that, but please keep it in mind.’

‘Ok, thankkss’

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Scar closed his comm after that. Grian was always doing things like that.

Always assuming that he was mostly the problem. Scar didn’t know what was going on with G, but being there for him might just be good enough.

Pushing Grian would only really make him freak out more. 

He’d just bring it up with Grian later. 

Scar leaned back on the door, playing several games he downloaded on his comm. For when he would be bored, good thinking past Scar!

As more and more people started to leave, the crowds slowly falling apart, Scar turned to go to their room.

Quickly typing in a message for Grian, asking him if he was there either. Scar hummed in a low tone while walking back.

Once he reached the room, he turned the key, clicking the door open. 

When he walked in, he saw Grian laying on his bed. It caught Scar off guard to be honest.

He’d never expect Grian to be so careless when going back into the room.

Since this entire time he’s been overly worried.

After plopping his bag in the corner next to Grian’s, Scar sat down on his own bed. Staring at Grian, who seemed to have a bad day.

Grian was just looking up at the ceiling, clearly not paying any mind to Scar.

He wasn’t even sure if Grian had noticed him entering the room.

His undereyes looked heavy, like he had just cried. But Grian would probably rather die than ask Scar for help. 

It’s hurting him. 

He wasn’t even changed out of his U.A uniform yet, just lying there sadly.

And Scar couldn’t do anything.

Not knowing what to do, Scar just went to the bathroom and changed out of his clothes.

Then went to lie on his bed as well. Scar was too ashamed to look at Grian. Maybe it was his fault that G was like this. Scar clenched his pillow tightly, his frustration unable to be used.

“Crap! Ow. Ow..! Frick.. ahh oh my gosh..” 

Scar jumped up at the sound of Grian screaming in pain.

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Grian winced in pain as the scars on his back burned. He turned over to the other side of the room, where Scar resided out of instinct.

And Scar was there.

Looking at Grian with eyes of fear to lose something.

A slight feeling of envy mingles within Grian, he had once had the eyes of someone expressive.

It took a while to get other people to not think he was a corpse. And he couldn’t blame them, because that’s exactly what he looked like.

The eyes of someone who had died a long time ago stared into the eyes of a human.

Or at least more human than Grian will ever be. A player, a person with humanity, and with those eyes that Grian had so so long ago.

Grian was envious.

But anyone would feel the same, if you were stripped away from your own humanity.

Grian didn’t blame those three for being threatened by Grian. Afterall, that was what he was built for.

Was denying it gonna save him from his disgustingness? Was it gonna change the reaction that he’ll get from Scar?

But for now, Grian was weak.

He got up, and melted into Scar. Who didn’t tell him anything, just hugged him tightly back.

That kind of care was going to kill him.

The kind of care that Grian in any lifetime will never deserve. The amount of patience that Scar had with him is.. is just unfair. 

Scar had never pressured him into saying anything, offering an ear to listen, and was there to calm Grian down when he needed it.

Yet Grian had never given back in return.

All Grian gave was confusion and more questions.

Grian was very greedy for taking advantage of Scar.

He could just blame it in his code. That’s who he is, he guesses.

The love he gets is hurting more than the holes in his back, where his wings should be. 

All the torture the Watchers gave him might’ve hurt less than the loving hug Scar was giving.

Because at least he deserved those bruises.

This hug was meant for someone who returns.

And he couldn’t help but spilling wet tears all over Scar shirt, he couldn’t help but take advantage yet again.

Scar.. he gave Grian so much pain, from his stupid care.

But Grian could never hate him.

He knew he would never pile a single drop of hate on him in any universe. And he knew in every one, Grian would never deserve Scar. 

The burn deepened into Grian’s skin.

He ignored it.

Maybe he should change. It’s hard to get blood off of clothing.

Selfishly, Grian didn’t want to let go, but he gently pushed himself off of Scar. In the washroom, Grian avoided looking at the mirror.

That look might’ve made Grian cry right on the spot. Even though he could tell his face was flushed red, with puffy eyes.

Changing into far more disposable clothes, Grian walked into their bedroom yet again.

“Grian. Please. Please just tell me what’s making you hurt so much. Why did you yell? At least tell me that bit..” Scar thoughtfully asked yet again.

His dumb caring voice made Grian want to puke at the thought of Scar using it on him.

The only person who didn’t deserve it. Grian knew that Scar deserved to know what was wrong with Grian.

His mouth could only admit the physical injury.

“Back. I have scars from where my wings used to be.” Grian whispered.

Taking off his shirt to reveal two huge holes in his back. Crusted blood bordered both of the areas. They were never stitched up to close the wound. In fact, it looks like the wound had re-opened. 

Grian shut his mouth while Scar looked at him with concerned eyes yet again.

“Has it re-opened, Grian? Do you need.. uhm. Anything?” He could hear the lump in Scar's throat, and the guilt that he would build up for no reason.

“No.. it’ll always stay like this. Watcher injuries take longer to heal than normal ones. And besides, my injury is unfixable, they cursed it. Some stupid spell I was too busy crying to hear.” Grian sighed, then put back his shirt on.

“I can’t do anything about it. I just figured I’d show you while I still could.”

“Gri..” Is all Scar could say.

And Grian didn’t blame him.

“How.. how could you just tolerate two giant holes in your back?! Doesn’t it hurt? We keep on going back and forth like this. And I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want. But this is getting to the point where you’re just harming yourself.”

Grian stared at Scar blankly. Because he knew that Scar was absolutely correct about what he had said.

Telling Scar what Grian really thought about this whole thing would get him worried again. 

As much as Grian would want to argue that it was what he deserved, Scar would definitely go against that.

It was pain from something that happened completely because of him. Grian accepted the watchers.

He hates them now, but if only he had faught harder to escape.

If only he had protected his server.

Grian’s gulit won’t purify him, nor will it fix any of his mistakes.

For this long, he had accepted other people’s help, he can’t take advantage of kindness for this long. 

“Okay.”

And his pathetic self still did.

“Alright then, c’mere, Grian. You seem like you’ve had a hard day.” Scar brought Grian into a tight hug.

Letting Grian rest on his shoulder.

And it hurts.

But Grian was selfish.

Even when he knew all too well that he didn’t deserve Scar’s love.

Being selfish didn’t hurt for a good while.

Letting Scar care while Grian just cried quietly was oddly peaceful. Despite all the voices in Grian’s head telling him it was wrong.

“Scar, please understand that you’ve done way more than enough. It's hard to understand and frustrating to try to help me. Don’t feel guilty for something that you had nothing to deal with.” 

“Then take care of yourself for once. It’s not selfish.” 

I don’t believe you. 

Is what Grian wanted to scream. But he was faltering from grace, and instead he buried his head into Scar.

“I’ll try.”

Grian lied. He wouldn’t. It was only fair.