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"Wow! This is a really wonderful place you have here, Grant." 

"Thanks, I know." 

Remus looked around the large basement and smiled to himself. It really was wonderful. The bare walls, the strange, musty smell, the coffins made of luxury wood - It was all perfect for their plan.

"So when do you fancy killing him?" Grant said, playing fortnite on the TV. 

"Um, does thursday work?" 

"Yes, that's fine for me. You'll have to ask Barry about this plan, though..." 

Remus stood up straight immediately and shouted "What! Barry? Barry Benson? I thought we agreed that he was out of the plan!" 

"Well, he told me he'd put in a good word at Monsters University for me if I let him in, so.." 

"Jesus Christ, you're still on about that bloody university?" 

Remus froze, sighing to himself. He definitely shouldn't have said that.. 

Jesus appeared suddenly, holding a plate of pineapple and cheese skewers. 

"You called?" Jesus waggled his eyebrows, flashing a charming grin. 

Remus sighed, wondering how to change the subject, but thankfully Grant came go his rescue. 

"Jesus... I don't know how to tell you this, but All Might is going out on a date with Inko Midoriya.."

Jesus's eyebrows raised so high that they might as well have flown up into the sky. 

"What! He told me him and Inko were done!" Jesus exclaimed, dropping the skewers. "Gosh, I gotta go see him..."

Jesus left just as quickly as he had come, leaving the two alone. Remus and Grant had been plotting this scheme for a good while now; it was some of their best work! Yes, Sirius Black would be dead by Thursday evening, if all went well.

It wasn't like Remus was an evil person. He was just... doing the right thing for the world. In fact, some may say that Sirius Black being gone was for the better. He was a pretty ludicrous guy, and he had been to azkaban before, so they were doing everyone a favour by getting rid of him, really. 

Sirius Black stood no chance against a werewolf and the most notorious serial killer in the whole of Argentina, and that was a fact.

***

"Hey, Light... haven't you seen the news?" 

Light sighed and turned around in his chair, shaking his head. This was the fourth time the news had been brought up by Ryuk today.

"Not now Ryuk, I'm in the middle of looking through L's Instagram pictures. He's got some serious gym gains..." 

"Come on, Light - You never know, there might be a new killer on the loose! Don't you wanna pick up the pen again?" 

Light rolled his eyes and turned back to his computer. L's Instagram was much more interesting than whatever Ryuk was going on about today.

"But Light-" 

"My God, Ryuk, why do you care so much today? I thought you weren't supposed to get involved in what I do with the notebook anyway?"

"Technically that's not true." Ryuk spoke, mouth full of apple. "I can actually do whatever I want - It was just more fun watching you work it out in the beginning. Now though..." 

"Spit it out, Ryuk. Is there someone you want me to kill or something?" 

Ryuk stared at the wall and thought for a moment, before turning back to him. 

"I was thinking more like... prevent it." 

***

Gordon strolled down the streets of New York, smiling happily to himself. Today was a new day, filled with new beginnings and opportunities! Maybe he'd think of a new recipe or find a new friend - The possibilities were endless!

Things were going wonderfully in Gordon's life. He had a new job as a police officer in New York City, an amazingly practical apartment, a good relationship with his family and an amazing haircut. Things couldn't get better, they just couldn't! Gordon was convinced. 

Hours passed in the city, and Gordon did nothing but smile as he wandered through shops and markets. The time passed quickly, because, as Gordon likes to put it, 'Time flies when you're having fun'. After his amazing day out, he returned home to his exceptional apartment and played some Minecraft. Gordon loves Minecraft. All was well and Gordon fell asleep in front of the TV. 

In the morning, Gordon was shaken awake by his phone ringing.

♫When he calls to me, I am ready

I'll wash his feet with my hair if he needs

Forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain

Even after three times, he betrays me♫

Gordon left his phone ringing for a little while, just so he could listen to his ringtone, before picking up. 

"Hello? Gordon speaking." 

"Hey, it's me." 

"Erm... Who?" 

"Come on, man, it's me!" 

"I - what the...?" 

". . ." 

"Sherlock..?" 

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♫So Sgt. Pepper took you by surprise

You better see right through that mother's eyes

Those freaks was right when they said you was dead

The one mistake you made was in your head

How do you sleep?

How do you sleep at night?♫

"Wow, Grant. Who is this song by?"

Grant looked up from his knife sharpening. "John Lennon - Obviously. You haven't heard this song before?"  

"John Lennon... Wasn't he a beatle?" Remus racked his brain to remember anything about this guy. "John Lennon"... He was definitely a part of the beatles, and Remus was pretty sure he remembered him having long hair. 

"Yep. He died at 40 though." Grant seemed indifferent about the death of such an influential person. How cruel could he be! He may have been a killer, but still. 

"That's sad. I'm sure we would have ended up with loads more amazing songs if he was still here." 

The conversation ended there, and Remus was left to continue his job with little more talk from Grant. At least there was music playing, though - Remus didn't think he could stand the dull work in utter silence. 

He has been assigned the task of creating a fake wand - why he had to do this, he wasn't sure - and it was much harder than it sounded, especially for someone who had no experience in carving anything at all. 

"Er.. remind me again why I have to do this? I mean, couldn't we just... buy one? Like, I'm sure there's tons on e-bay." 

Grant glared at him, setting the knife down. "Why would we buy one?" 

"Because then I wouldn't have to do this." 

"Stop complaining! You're the one who hired me to kill this guy in the first place, so you're gon a pay mw back somehow. 

Remus held up his hands in surrender. "Okay, my bad..." 

♫One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya

I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya

One way, or another, I'm gonna win ya

I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya

One way, or another, I'm gonna see ya

I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya

One day, maybe next week

I'm gonna meet ya, I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya♫

"Who's this one by, Grant?"

"Blondie."

They continued working with the music playing in the background for a good few minutes before the next interruption - this time it was Remus's phone. He looked to Grant, who gave him a look that said 'aren't you gonna answer it?'. 

He picked up the phone, and no one spoke. 

"Er... Hello?" 

". . ." 

"Hello? Who is th-" 

"Remus Lupin?" 

"Er.. yes, that's me." 

"Welcome to the John Lennon Secret Society." 

***

"Who did you say just called you?" Todoroki asked, walking alongside him with his scarf pulled up against his face. It was freezing. 

"Some... company, I guess. They called themselves the J.L.S.S? No clue what that could stand for, but-" 

"Deku, this is creepy as hell. You should tell All Might or something." 

"No, it's fine." Izuku stood firmly, fists clenched. He would figure this out on his own. "I can handle this." 

Todoroki looked skeptical, but agreed in the end. "Okay, Midoriya. If you're sure." 

"Hell no!" Bakugo seemed less than thrilled about the idea. "You're not gonna leave U.A. just to find out what the hell this weird agency is doing! What if they're trying to kidnap you or something! Or do some.. some kinda human experimentation, or whatever!" 

"I'll be fine! I've handled way worse! Look, I promise I won't be gone long." Izuku attempted to explain. "They gave me an address, and I have to know. I'll call you two as soon as I get there!" 

"You're not doing that, nerd! Look, if you're so insistent or whatever, I guess we'll just have to come with you." 

"I - what? No! I wouldn't want to put you two in danger?" 

"Oh, so you're fine putting yourself in danger? Jesus, you have the survival instincts of a child!" 

"I'll be fine on my own!" 

"That's nonsense. We're coming with you." 

Izuku didn't want to fight, and it would be nice to have some company, so he gave in quickly. 

"Okay. I'm planning to leave tonight, so-" 

"Where are you guys going?" Uraraka asked, appearing suddenly. 

Everyone was frozen - should they lie? Izuku wasn't sure what to say. He opened his mouth to speak, but was luckily saved by Todoroki. 

"We're going to my father's agency. He's asked if we would like some extra training." 

"Oh, wow! That sounds exciting." Uraraka smiled and looked around. "Hey, I've actually been struggling with my quirk recently. Do you think I could maybe tag along?" 

". . ." 

Izuku couldn't stand the silence, so he spoke without thinking.

"Yeah, sure Uraraka! We'd love to have you there!" 

Bakugo glared at him and Izuku smiled sheepishly. 

"Cool! I'll see you guys at.. Like, 6, then?" 

"Umm... Yeah! See you then.." Izuku swallowed and she waved goodbye, walking off. 

"Deku, I am going to kill you." 

***

"Hello, everyone. I've gathered you here today to discuss a serious problem we've run into." 

Gordon wiped his sweaty hands on his trousers, looking around nervously. There were so many important people here, he didn't feel like he fit in at all. 

"I've gathered you all here today: some of the most elite and advanced minds from all around the world. Japan," Sherlock looked at Gojo and Megumi, then at L. "France," He gestured toward Chat Noir and Ladybug. "The Ocean-" 

"We prefer the term, 'Sea', Sherlock. Sorry to bother ya." Mr Krabs interrupted, looking a little put out. 

"That's quite alright, Eugene. Thank you for the correction." He said, before returning to his list. "Of course, Far Far Away.." Donkey grinned. "And... The Uk!" Gordon froze as Sherlock pointed right at him. Oh God, everyone was looking at him now. Please change the subject, Sherlock, he thought. Please! 

As if reading his mind, Sherlock moved on to his next point. "Anyway. Our issue has arisen in Argentina. A notorious killer has been reported to have returned to his hometown - Have you heard of him?" 

Gordon's eyes widened and he looked around the room to see if anyone else had realised too. It seemed that no one had. 

"Grant Chapman..." He mumbled under his breath, mind whirring. How had he escaped? Why was he back in Argentina? Who was he planning to kill next? 

"Gordon. Repeat what you said." Sherlock appeared behind him, making him jump. 

"Er.. Grant Chapman. He's... he's back, isn't he?" 

"He is. So we need an immediate plan of action. Sans, Papyrus, I need you two to gather monsters from the underground. We're gonna need a whole lot of backup." 

Sherlock turns to Gojo next. "Gojo, we need your students exceptional abilities if he have any chance at catching him." Gojo nods and Sherlock continues assigning roles to the people in the room, as Watson hands out pieces of paper to everyone. 

Finally, Sherlock rounds on Gordon. "Gordon, we'll need your cooking skills to locate Grant. Have you ever heard of 'locational cooking'?" 

What the hell was he talking about! Gordon hadn't cooked in years, let alone practiced his locational cooking! No way he could do this.. why did he even show up?! 

"Please. Gordon, we need you. There's not even a chance at us catching him if you don't help us." 

Gordon thought for a long time. The whole table stared at him. 

Finally, after what felt like years, Gordon raised his head. 

"... I'll do it." 

Sherlock smiled. "Great. I'll need you to stay here with us and the main team. We're gonna catch this guy, one way or another." 

Yeah, Gordon agreed in his head. I won't let him get away this time. One way, or another.