@mhglitch
Seong Shik had found the perfect quirk for the job they’d been hired to carry out. The user was an average civilian, but their quirk was focused on breaking down elements and restructuring them. Shik only needed the breaking down bit for this hit.
It had taken a few weeks of preparation, first inflicting Food Coma on one of their frequent customers who happen to be a cop, ordering them to bring back a list of possibly useful quirks that could be used against a quirk that teleports and deconstructs the body. After ordering them to forget everything that had happened, they sent away the cop with no more than a wave. After that, it was Chef’s turn to take the wheel. After countless hours of reading and strained eyes, Chef had found it: the perfect quirk.
The couple of weeks it had taken to prepare the ingredients were the most strenuous, but they managed it through well-placed flyers, “accidental” run-ins, encouragement to attend Shaping Plates, until finally Shik had the opportunity to pluck a stray hair off the fool’s drunk head.
Now Chef sat staring coldly down at the hazy, Food Coma-drugged puppet who’s head lolled from one end to the other. They could feel their quirk running through the man’s veins, but it wasn’t strong. Not weak either. The meal was neither a favorite nor loathed dish of this patron. Chef sighed; 8 hours would have to do. They leaned in and whispered their orders to the puppet.
“Pretend you’re a civilian in need of saving. Make sure the hero called “Glitch” is the one to try and save you. When he’s in range of your quirk…kill him. Whatever means necessary. You won’t remember any of this if anybody asks you. You won’t remember any of this after Food Coma wears off. Now go.”
