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After having a minor (read mayor) breakdown because he found out that Tenko, or apparently Tomura Shigaraki (it wasn’t even that good of a name) was alive even after being burned and crushed by an entire building (he’s just built that different apparently).
He needed a plan. He couldn’t stay here.
He also knew the compound was close to impossible to escape, even if it was just him. That means that somehow he had to find a way to give information to UA.
Time to give Tomura a show.
It has been silent for a while, Himiko was getting bored.
She knew she had to say something but like- She wasn’t feeling like it.
A deep breath. For Izuku.
(Gods he was going to hate her for this.)
“You should probably look into his file if you want some information. The whole thing too, not just what people want you to see.”
The underground hero looked up from his coffee. He had been looking into it and turning the cup for a while now, why was he so awkward? Like, no judgment
“Ha, liar! You love looking at people like they insulted your bloodline or something.”
“But what if I don’t like my bloodline Izu? Huh? I would agree with them actually!”
In the middle of the night two laughs filled the alley.
but like… cmon. If you want to interrogate a person at least try to make conversation.
“Could you explain why?”
That question confused her, didn’t they know about that? She knew for a fact that he punched that quirkist ass and got arrested one time. Okay maybe more than one time.
Why was helping so hard? How does Izuku not get tired of this bullshit?
“It’ll probably explain a bit about Izu.”
Ereaserhead frowned but gave a series of taps on his communicator. So they were listening to her, nice. More than she expected.
She is the big bad villain after all, society tends to neglect her kind.
They have before, so many times
“I’ll be able to tell you more if you give me access to the internet.”
The elder (ha, old) looked up. “Why the hell would I do that?”
“Because I promised not to tell, I never promised anything about showing the heroes some news articles.”
A look of understanding crossed his face.
“I'll see what I can do.”
“That’s all I ask hero .”
He was in a cage-like room, everything around the stupid iron bars were white, the ceiling was a bit too high, the room itself a bit too big. Filled with crates. Eos quickly checked everything on his person. A smile grazed his lips, oh those idiots. Those stupid idiots.
His hair was unruly. He knew that. He was also glad for his ‘birds nest’ as people would call it, (that and his paranoia. But can you blame him? He has lived on the streets for years, been a vigilante for even longer.) These tricks were necessary to survive. He got the idea a while ago. You can do a surprisingly lot with short hair. One very specific thing that he knew about for no reason in particular for example was braiding in a very thin bundle of very specific metal wires in such a way you can’t even see it.
Stepping towards the lock he looked around, there were cameras but they turned to get a view of the entirety of this gigantic room a lot. He made it look like he just started putting his body weight against the bars next to the door, messing up his hair with his hands. The short teen (not that he’d ever admit it) also changed his body language to look frustrated. Hopefully it would look to whoever is watching those cameras that he’s just desperate for ‘the impossible escape’.
Every time the camera would turn away he made the iron rods a bit looser from the braid. It took a while, way too long in his humble opinion, but he managed. The cameras were away again. Now! Positioning his hands through the gate he started messing with the lock. Never has he been more glad of those underground lessons from Ereaser. Quickly mumbling a quick thanks to the hero and he continued his handiwork.
The camera was turning towards him again. Praying he wouldn’t lose the progress he made on this over the top lock he took out his “secret weapon”. Acting like the sad depressed teen he is, moping against the rails.
They’re away again and he starts to work. While twisting and turning he cussed out the cameras. They’re so stupid, turning from left to right, inserting the pick and putting pressure on sertain points, hes proving his dominance. He is way better than those sucker cameras.
Put in this wire, twist that one quarter clockwise, keep that bit in place. He went over all the motions until finally a ‘click’ and the door was open. The camera was also turning back.
Oh shit the camera!
Closing the door again and putting the metal wires in his sleeve in such a way that he can easily grab them again he started moping. Even while a smile really wanted to escape. No time. Not now. Hoping this act was convincing enough. It had to be
Finally the camera turned away, he quickly gave it the finger and opened the door. Hiding behind loose crates that littered the room. (Seriously this was like UA gym hall size big, and UA made city’s. )
Faster. Go go go. Get out, find information, go. Quickly. Duck. Hide. Go. Can’t wait. Where is the way out?
A door. Clearly metal. Time for the wires.
The cameras were turning towards him again, damnit !
Cmon, cmon! work. please!
A click and he was through.
411 was nervous. Something big was happening and she didn't know what to do. The big scary guys were nowhere in sight. even Tom, who would sometimes come visit, was gone. 411 really likes Tom. He tells them all kinds of stories from the time he went through the tests!
One of his favorites was about someone named EOS. he earned his name apparently. The only thing she had was her number and the rest, she would do anything for a name hasn't she done enough? . Tom would tell them stories about how fast he would master all the quirks he got, how quickly he would go from one to the next. It was incredible! 411 knew just how hard it was, and to also have that much control? She could only dream.
She often gets hurt because she wasn't good. it was never good enough, no matter how hard she tries. and she tries so much.
She's the oldest, at least all of them think she is. She's also the best fighter. She knows she should be proud of that fact but she just can't. Because if she's the best and she still keeps messing up and being hurt, what about them?
Her thoughts were suddenly cut off by a flash of green. It seemed like a person was running.
“You can recognize him by his hair,” Tom had said, feeling particularly sentimental that night it appears. “It's green, like a forest.”
“What's a forest?” 397 was sitting up, eyes curious. Tom just looked sad.
“I hope one day he’ll show you.”
It was
green.
Her hands grabbed the bars that bit tighter. Was that him? Was that EOS? The person who was so good at handling quirks that he even got a
name?
The thing that seemed so far out of reach?
not impossible, because escaping was impossible, she tried.
It seemed surreal.
Wait-
He wasn't supposed to be here. Tom said he got out. Why was he here? EOS was supposed to run through forests and help, what was he doing here?
As she thought about waking the others, 411 didn't stop him. No, that would be foolish. He would end up here one way or the other.
She just hoped it wasnt the other.
For his sake.
He had to find the room with all the hard-drive stuff (listen he was kinda stressed right now, he didn't have the time to remember all the fancy ass names) his mind went over the map he had looked over a million times as he just kept running. There was no way he was stopping.
As he stood in front of the main door he wasted no time getting that door open.
Stupid door, stupid camera’s, stupid Tenko and stupid life.
Damn his life sucks, how does one person have so much trauma? Like? Is his quirk just being quirky like that? Eh, guess we’ll never know. Now onto the software.
He went to the keyboard so fast like he was Ignesium-incarnate and started coding. First into the computer and then allowing his virus to corrupt the system. He knows he doesn't have a lot of time, he knows he will get caught. The best part? he doesn't give a shit.
He already has a plan to contact UA. Yes the method is… weird. But hey! If it works it works and he’ll take anything in this situation.
Finally, he gets something. A clear IP-address that will only need to be typed in with the right software and boom! The other person was in. Mentally padding himself on the back he quickly memorized the series of code. This was important damn it!
He quickly erased any signs of his online presence and closed off the computer. A gas slowly entered the room and he didn't fight it. He did what he had to do and he knew, he just knew, they were not done with him yet.
As he slowly woke up he noticed all the eyes on him.
He placed his weight on his arms, getting up. Oh damn his head hurts.
Wearlily looking around, his eyes settled on the small children around him. There were 6 and couldn't be older than 9 (counting in the malnutrition that's almost definitely there).
As it turns out, he wasn't alone after all.
Gods he was going to kill All for One when this was over.