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Hawks didnāt know what to do. He kept trying to prove that Green Screen had no ill will and was just being manipulated. However, that was becoming increasingly difficult. It seemed like the kid was truly loyal to the MLA. He was climbing the ranks fast, especially for a teenager. It almost seemed like his goal was to join the inner circle. Hawks knew how society praised those with strong quirks, making them feel invincible and even entitled to authority and power, while those with weak or undesirable quirks were seen as less than dirt. It was a sad reality he had ignored. After all, that was how society was. In the end, the people chose the path of villainy; no sad story excuses murder or arson or thieving, or anything else morally wrong for that matter.
In the past month alone, Green Screen has already well respected among the MLA. Skeptic even relied on Green Screenās post for information. Hawks wasnāt in the inner circle yet, so the best he had were rumors. But heād heard the MLA was considering making Green Screen the co-leader of their information department alongside Skeptic. Hawks was at a gathering when he saw Green Screen talking to Curious.
āI got the report you want, Curious.ā
āGood job, kid,ā Curious smirked. āKeep this up and maybe youāll be in the inner circle soon.ā
āThank you, Curious,ā Green Screen smiled.
Hawks had faced many villains in his time as a hero, manipulative ones, violent ones, even ones that doubted themselves. A smile can tell you a lot about a personās true intentions. The look in their eye, the tensing or loosening of their jaw, the showing of teeth or sealed lips. All pointed to oneās true motives and goals. But in all his time, Hawks had never seen a smile like Green Screenās. There was a hint of doubt in his eyes, but at the same time, his loose jaw implied he knew what he was doing, and yet his clenched showing of teeth when he talked to any member of the MLA showed annoyance. It was a confusing mix of conflicting signals that Hawks just couldnāt put together. He just hoped he could find SOME true evidence this kid was being forced or manipulated.
Izuku had just turned in the final report about the League of Villains. He decided to watch the news with some low-ranking members. He saw that his reports on Endeavorās abuse were getting him hounded by reporters. It was satisfying to see him forced to confront the abuse he dealt out, but it also made Izuku spiteful. Despite the clear evidence of abuse, Endeavor was still a hero. Neither the HPSC nor the police had taken action to punish him. It was a sickening reality check that people with strong quirks and powerful titles can truly get away with anything in this world, and if the MLA stuck around, that was almost guaranteed to be set in stone.
Izuku had decided against going to high school, instead finishing an early GED and focusing on working up the ranks of the MLA. The only way he could stop them was by joining their inner circle of knowing all their true plans. Until then, he couldnāt ask questions, couldnāt snoop around, couldnāt go in high-value areas for information. He had to play the long game, but the more he dealt with these quirkist bastards, the more determined he was to shut this uprising down. He tried to remain pleasant. Doing his best to play up the role of a spoiled, powerful quirk user who was dedicated to the cause, but it got harder and harder.
Izuku may have never lashed out, but he was angry growing up. Why did he get abused, and Bakugou get praised? Why did his quirklessness- something he couldnāt control- define his place in society? Why did people look past his abuse, just so Kacchan succeeded when he didnāt deserve to? Why was the world set on making Izuku fail?
Hitoshi sat in class. They were close to the sports festival, and he knew he had to train hard. He considered asking Izuku for advice on how to use his quirk to win. But Hitoshi knows how quick people will be to say thatās cheating and get him disqualified. So, instead, he turned to the support department for any gear to get approved. As he arrived at the door, it blew off its hinges. Hitoshi was knocked to the ground, and a girl landed on top of him.
āHIYA! Welcome to the support course lab! What can I do for you?ā The girl said in a slightly manic tone.
āWell, for one, you can get off of me,ā Hitoshi deadpanned.
āOh! Sorry ābout that!ā The girl stood up and gave him a hand. āNameās Hatsume Mei! Future CEO of Hatsume Industries!ā
āHitoshi,ā Hitoshi replied simply. āI need some gear to help me in the sports festival⦠My quirk is⦠well⦠itās not physical. Iāll say that much.ā
āOf course! This way!ā Hatsume smirked. āYou got any designs in mind?ā
āPotentially, something that can help with speed, as it is a competition, a race is bound to happen.ā
āOoo! I got the perfect baby for ya!ā
āBaby?ā Hastume pulled out a grappling pack.
āThis baby can fly 200 meters with ease. Just need to finalize the design, and itās all yours!ā
āThanksā¦ā Hitoshi muttered, turning to leave.
āHold it!ā Hitoshi turned to face Mei. āHereās my number. Call me if you get any ideas for future babies!ā
āUhm, sure,ā Hitoshi took the piece of paper and left. āThe support course is insane.ā
GAGE - Generative Adaptive Growth Entity
The scene depicts a dimly lit laboratory with robot parts scattered throughout the room. Machines rest in the corner and hang from the ceiling. Father leans over a child-like robot exoskeleton, sparks flying as he wears safety goggles to protect his eyes. He chuckles, putting his goggles on his head.
Father (anxious): āThey said it couldnāt be done⦠They called me mad⦠But you will be like no other robot before you, my little G.A.G.E.ā
Gage stares blankly at the ceiling, their eyes darkened from inactivity, lying on the examination table. Father grits his teeth and presses a few buttons on a control panel. Two robotic arms come down, and Father puts on his gloves and goggles. With a smirk, Father watches as GAGEās eyes light up. Father cackles like a madman.
Father (arrogant): āIT WORKED!!! IT GOD DAMN WORKED!!!ā
Father laughs as GAGE sits up. GAGE looks around the room before their eyes land on their father.
GAGE (confused): āWho are you?ā
Father smiles softly at his creation.
Father (faux kindness): āI am your father. You are my daughter.ā
GAGE looks around the room once more before their eyes fall on the floor.
GAGE (hopefully): āMy father⦠Your⦠daughter?ā
Father nods and gestures for GAGE to stand up. GAGE slowly shifts across the table. As they go to stand, they wobble, and Father catches them.
Father (smiling): āGive it another try.ā
GAGE does as theyāre told. GAGE walks better this time, not perfect, but they donāt fall over, so itās an improvement. Father stands behind GAGE as GAGE explores the room.
Father (smirking): āThe experiment is already working perfectly.ā
GAGE turns to face their father, picking up on the ominous tone of voice.
GAGE (child-like curiosity): āFather, what experiment?ā
Father snapped out of whatever deep thought process he was in. He waved off GAGEās comment and smiled sweetly.
Father (faux kindness): āNothing, sweetie, just go see your mother. Sheās in the den. Second room on your left.ā
Father gestured to the door. GAGE opened it. Outside was a grand hallway, with windows lining 1 wall and banners lining the other. The windows had golden metal trims, while the purple banners had golden magnifying glasses on them. GAGE walked down the hallway. The camera is zoomed out enough to show GAGE walking past the windows from the outside, as if the windowās golden frames were trapping them in a gilded cage without GAGE even noticing. The banners sway slightly as the camera focuses on the door.
The camera is fully covered by the dark wooden doors, with golden handles instead of the traditional knobs. GAGEās hand comes into frame as they knock on the door. The motherās voice is sweet and kind as she speaks.
Mother (Kindly): āCome in, dear.ā
GAGE enters the room as the large doors swing open when GAGE pushes on the handles. The room has wooden plank floors, ruby red walls, paintings hanging about, and bookshelves standing tall against the wall. On the back wall, between two bookshelves and in front of a painting, stands a large dark wooden desk and an office chair. On the left is a reading nook with a greyish green couch, a brown coffee table, and a tanish grey armchair. The camera moves to a shot where GAGE stands at the door, unsure of what to do. GAGEās face shows confusion. Mother notices GAGEās confusion and smiles.
Mother (Kindly): āItās ok, dear. Walk over here. Weāre gonna start teaching you your lessons.ā
Mother pulls a book off one of the shelves and sits down on the couch. GAGE walks over and stands in front of Mother. Mother pats the arm of the couch next to her. GAGE climbs on the arm of the couch and crouches down. Mother giggles.
Mother (amused): āNo, dear. You sit on the couch cushions, NOT the armrest.ā
GAGE looks at Mother. Blinks once in confusion, before their eyes light up brighter for a moment.
GAGE (realization): āOh! The cushion, right!ā
GAGE climbs off the couch armrest and sits in the correct spot. The camera pans over to once again give a shot outside the golden trim windows in 1 window, the golden frame traps GAGE in the room. The window is open, but Mother does not turn to face it. Much more interested in teaching GAGE the current lesson. No voices are heard, but we see Motherās mouth move and GAGE nod along while staring out their closed window as soft, wordless music plays in the background. A Storm clouds the sky, with a lightning strike, the screen flashes into the next scene.
Thanks for your interest! Ive been writing stories for film and animation for years and I have a team of contractors that regularly help out from time to time. š