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The Professor sighed heavily as he saw her getting cremated. He could hear the cries, sobs and ragged breaths of all her loved ones. He sighed again “At least she's with her family”, he thought to himself as a small smile started creeping on his face. Shit he thought before dismissing the smile with a neutral look. “ Well, I should get moving or else someone is going to notice me” he thought before leaving. Getting recognized would just ruin the funeral, and he'd hate to ruin Rose Tyler's funeral.
The Professor was mentally tired, when he was approaching his obsidian-purple colored TARDIS. He didn't even take notice of the small black colored sparks that went inside with him. After closing the doors, he inhaled the familiar smell of the TARDIS's console room. He cracked open his eyes and was blinded by an intense bright light, “ What? What the-” and then the TARDIS started shaking intensely. “ Whoa”, the Professor thought, as he gripped the railing near the console, “I haven't experienced a turbulence this hard since- ” “ Wait. Shit! Nope, it can't be happening! Someone, no something is forcefully taking the TARDIS somewhere! How in the world is this thing even able to fly the TARDIS!?”
The Professor was thinking about how to diffuse this situation when his eye caught a dark energy going in the familiar crimson red glow of one of the most important components. “The Universe Defabricator! This entity has hijacked the TARDIS and it's trying to take me to another universe!” “Well...” the Professor continued, “ Then let's see how you like this, you indecent excuse of a parti-” his hands started crackling with purple energy, but before he could finish or even do anything, the TARDIS rattled like an earthquake had hit it, and the Professor was swept off of his feet and hit the floor. The only thing the Professor saw, was the Tardis's door opening, and a black energy like substance bolting out, before the smoke had started forming and he lost consciousness.
Somewhere in Musutafa, Japan (Earth-11.4.14)
Izuku Midoriya was a teenager in a world where superhuman abilities called 'quirks' were a normal occurrence. Now, 200 years after the quirks first came, almost eighty percent of the population is gifted with these abilities, but the remaining, is born without any kind of quirk. Izuku was one of them. Quirkless, freak, useless, worthless, weak. Those were the words the Quirkless population were subjected to.
Izuku was one of the twenty percent. Traditionally quirks would manifest in a child at the age of four, but as Izuku had the extra toe joint he was stripped of any hope that he could have a quirk. But he didn't lose hope and started maintaining a quirk analysis book. Unfortunately, because of his Quirklessness, he was subjected to bullying for at least ten years. These acts were mainly done by his childhood friend turned bully, who made his life a living nightmare.
Where Izuku had no quirk, Katsuki Bakugou or Kacchan had a strong quirk, EXPLOSION. Due to this, he was praised for just having a quirk and that he would be a great hero with it; that's when he changed and started acting like a bully and he thought he was above everyone else. That's when the assault started too. Whenever Izuku talked about quirks or heroes in general, he was beaten by Bakugou and his lackeys. Izuku had to hide all his scars, burns and bruises from his mother. It hurt him to lie to her and hide things from her, but he couldn't make her worry as she was a single mother who was trying to provide for her child after his father's recent demise.
“THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF HIS LIFE!” Izuku thought, as he was nearing the underpass of the bridge he was taking as a shortcut.
“What was he thinking!? Telling me to kill myself, who does he think he is? What would he have done, if it was someone else?” Izuku was now halfway through his rant when he heard the clanging of a manhole cover. When he turned to look where that sound came from, he saw a greenish-black sludge emerging from the sewer.
“Well what do we have here? A decent medium-sized invisibility cloak..”, the sludge-like villain cackled. Izuku had no time to react as the sludge enveloped him. It covered his mouth and nose, suffocating him. No no no no no no . The thought was spiraling in his head.
“It's okay kid! I'm just gonna use your body for a bit, so stop struggling!” Izuku struggled, but it was useless, just like him. He was gonna die useless, broken and as a Deku. Izuku was struggling to be conscious, his vision was turning dark. Izuku could only feel pain; and then, the pain went away, as a gust of wind, freed him from the villain's clutches. Izuku could only catch a glimpse of some blonde hair as his vision went black.