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  3. Summary

    A series of one shots about Casey post movie learning to live in the present.

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  4. Summary

    Collection of all the one shots I've written that:
    1. Do not have a happy ending
    2. Are angsty
    3. Are horror/gore based

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    “Hey yo, Seimu. Y’know how trash beasts are formed from negative energy? What do you think would happen if all those bad vibes came from a single person?” Enjin fake speculated.

    “Where exactly are you headed with this?” The woman on the other end of the line sounded suspicious.

    “Well, I found a dead sphereite out in no man’s land… and now there’s a pint-sized trash beast following me around. Here kid, say hi.” Enjin leaned down closer to his level, thumbing that weird collar.

    Rudo gave it his best shot and let out a terrible metallic shriek. Enjin pulled back away, grimacing.

    “So, yeah. I’m bringing him home. Make sure everybody knows not to kill on sight, ‘kay?”

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    Rudo dies before Enjin can find him after the fall. He’s too angry to stay that way.

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    04 Mar 2026

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    “It’s not a real kid, Chase.”

    Chase is technically underage, he’s a year away from being able to drink but the bartender didn’t bother to check his ID. Chase has always looked a little older than he was, it works in his favor now.

    Nobody at a hero bar like this would assume he was so young.

    “How the fuck do you think that?” Chase asks, spits. His hands still shake with the memory of it. The beer in his hand shakes with the tremors of his hands. “How the fuck do you do it?”

    Mechaman sighs, deep, disappointed. He leans back, taking his whiskey with him.

    The rest of the Brave Brigade was downstairs, drinking in victory, dancing with the other heroes, celebrating.

    “It’s the Astral Pulse.”

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    26 Dec 2025

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    "Just one hint," Malevola pleaded. Prism leaned against her chair, eyeing Robert expectantly.

    Robert stared at them briefly, deliberating over his response. He settled on honesty. They wouldn't believe him, and they wouldn't be able to link it to his identity as Mecha Man anyway.

    "Sure. I can't die."

    Prism sighed in frustration. "Oh come on! Don't be like that."
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    Robert Robertson III was eight when he realized he had a super power. It was also the first time he died.

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    02 Dec 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Robert Robertson III, my wife with a mental illness

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    18 Jun 2025

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    Quirks are weird. The government is somehow worse than the WG.
    Law is tired.

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    Law gets thrown into the BNHA universe, sets up a clinic, sticks to the Hippocratic Oath and is owed so many favors that he could probably single-handedly stop the entire hero vs villain war if he pulled in all of them.

    UPDATE: OFF HIATUS

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    20 Mar 2025