BANG!

by GingerNobody, PieOvaHeaven

Summary:

BANG.

BANG.

BANG.

That was all the robot could hear as it ascended the staircase, metallic blue hands and shining blue revolver coated a scarlet red with blood. The robot reached the top of the staircase, gunning down more creatures as he reached the top.
...

A white tendril came from the portal, grabbing V1’s leg and pulling it in.
“Machine? MACHINE?!” Gabriel said, turning around and dashing for V1 as it was pulled in.

Chapter 1: Prologue

BANG.  

BANG.  

BANG.  

 

That was all the robot could hear as it ascended the staircase, metallic blue hands and shining blue revolver coated a scarlet red with blood. The robot reached the top of the staircase, gunning down more creatures as he reached the top.  

It reached the end of the staircase, the door’s center glowing a bright green as it opened for it to proceed through. The robot looked around, revolver cocked… only to find that there was nothing there. No enemies in sight. Had they finally given up? No, they wouldn’t, these things aren’t like that. The things in this layer of Hell are mindless beings, driven only by hunger and pure instinct.   

The robot, designated ‘V1’ by its creators (which were the now extinct human species) continued onwards through the halls and corridors of the labyrinth it was in. And yet… it found nothing. It was like all the creatures that it had to mercilessly killed had just… disappeared? But how? V1 knew that nothing in here, except for it of course, knew how to get out of the labyrinth. The only reason it was staying was because more and more enemies kept coming in through the one-way portals, smelling the fresh blood that was the result of the constant slaughter that V1 was creating.  

Without warning, a glowing red portal appeared in front of V1. V1 skidded to a stop, observing it. The portal seemed to contain something, as there was some multitude of voices clearly shouting things like “Get Ready!” and “This is not a drill!” From what V1 had left of its memory bank, that was some of the things ‘teachers’ said when they were in educational facilities.  

“MACHINE!” A voice shouted from behind V1, causing it to quickly turn around. The voice came from Gabriel, formerly one of the most powerful and respected Archangels, now a husk of that former glory. “Why are you here? This place is off limits to every- oh.” Gabriel said, turning and looking at the portals that had appeared on the walls mere days ago. “I see. You were fending them off?”  

V1 nodded.  

“I suppose I should thank you, Machine. I still don’t like you, but you have done a service for me by doing my job for me. I owe you one.” Gabriel said as a voice from the portal grunted something unintelligible. A white tendril came from the portal, grabbing V1’s leg and pulling it in.  

“Machine? MACHINE?!” Gabriel said, turning around and dashing for V1 as it was pulled in.

Chapter 2: The Acrobat and the Flea

Summary:

Hehe
I didn't name it my friend Pies did.
(Yes we're writing it together.)

All V1 saw was color… so much color. As the tendril grabbed him through the vast, colorful emptiness that was the portal’s insides, V1 managed to wrangle itself free from the tendril. It tried to double back and wrap around again, but V1 pulled out its revolver and shot it. The force of the strangely constructed gun almost destroyed the tendril, making it pull itself back. V1 grabbed the tendril with its hand, being pulled with it into the other side.  

“SENSEI!” A boy’s voice yelled, as V1 fell through the other side with the tendril. The robot turned its head to the classroom full of students before its single yellow ‘eye’ turned black as V1 fell to the ground.   

…  

The classroom was still for several long heartbeats. “Is it… dead?” Someone asked.   

“It’s most likely shut off.” Aizawa said, walking over to the robot and poking it.  

“Look, it was carrying a weapon.” Iida picked up its revolver, showing it to the sensei.  

The robot’s hand shot up, nearly breaking Iida’s arm as it grabbed the revolver and stood up once more.  

Most of the students screamed as they got up to get away from V1. Aizawa, on the other hand, got into a defensive position, his scarf floating around him. V1’s hand shot around at incredible speeds; the revolver’s barrel pointed straight at Aizawa’s head.  

The sensei got ready to lunge at V1, shifting his feet back and putting his hands into guard.  

V1’s head cocked to the left, the arm holding the revolver slowly dropping to its side.  

Aizawa loosened his defensive stance but kept his arms up. What’s with this thing? Did it remember something or…?  

The robot slowly approached Aizawa, hands out reached as it touched his hand carefully. 

The hero took a step back, shivering from the coldness of the robot’s hand.  

V1’s head swiveled around the room, facing the students. It raised its hands, its left opening flatly and the other mimicking a pencil writing on it, seemingly being some sort of hand sign.  

“Er… I think it wants something to write with…?” Momo said slowly, already making the paper and pencil with her quirk. She handed them to it cautiously after they were made.  

V1 took the paper and pencil carefully, nodding its head in thanks. It wrote two words on the paper: “Are… humans?”  

Aizawa read this aloud quietly to himself before putting it down. “Indeed, we are, why do you ask?” he asked V1, visibly and audibly confused.  

V1 once again wrote on the paper, this time saying: “Not seen. So long.”  

“What do you mean by ‘so long’?”  

“Thousands. Years. All gone. Wasteland.”  

“Thousands… of years? Humans were gone for thousands of years?” Aizawa pondered this. “There’s nowhere on earth that could be classified as a wasteland that used to flourish with humans.”  

V1 looked at what it had wrote on the paper, proceeding to write again. “My world. This different. Not alike. Not mine. Not mine. Not mine.”  

“Well, that explains the portal.” Todoroki said as he walked over.  

“Hey half-and-half bastard! Don’t get near it!” Bakugo grabbed Todoroki’s arm, yanking him back.  

Todoroki yanked his arm from Bakugo’s grip, walking back over and sitting next to V1. Midoriya was the second to join him, smiling warmly at the robot.  

As V1 had no mouth, it was unable to smile back, though it did draw a smiley face on the paper it was holding and showed it to the boy. It looked over Todoroki, also showing him the poorly drawn smile on the paper.  

Todoroki smiled back, which was a rare sight to see, considering he had the emotional spectrum of 2 pancakes and a ½ cup of syrup.  

“May I ask your name?” Todoroki asked the robot.  

The robot looked at Todoroki, pulling the paper back and writing “V1.”  

“V1, huh? That’s an interesting name.” Aizawa said, reading what V1 had wrote.  

The robot turned to Aizawa, making its hand into a thumbs up sign.  

“Considering you’re from another world, it would be the most logical to keep you with us as a student or teacher…” Aizawa sensei pondered aloud. “But first we’d have to test your skills.”  

…  

Aizawa found himself leading a robot by the hand to the training grounds. The robot needed to be lead, as it was constantly getting distracted from looking at everything the strange building it had been teleported to offered.  

“Welcome to the training grounds, this is where I tested my student’s abilities.” Aizawa said, turning to V1. “And this is where we’ll test yours.”  

“Ok.” V1 wrote on another paper that Momo had formed for it.  

“First test is the 50-meter dash.” The sensei said, motioning towards the track.  

V1 made a thumbs-up sign with its hand, waiting for Aizawa to signal to start.  

A machine was set up, the device clicking on quickly.  

“ 3… 2… 1… GO! ” Its robotic voice almost yelled.  

V1 seemingly didn’t move, though the machine did ding, signaling that the humanoid robot had already finished the dash.  

The class looked on in surprise, Bakugo looking like he was about to beat the ever-loving […] out of V1.  

The robot looked at Bakugo, making a thumbs-up sign at him. He then turned to Aizawa, writing on the paper “Am Done?”  

“No, not yet, we still have seven more tests to go through.” He said to it.  

V1 passed the tests with flying colors, its scores seeming impossible for a being of its build.  

“Next is the ball throw. Use what you need to, just don’t leave the circle.” Aizawa handed V1 a ball.  

V1 made a thumbs-up at Aizawa, looking at the ball with curiosity. It spun it on its index finger, bouncing it and catching it with its hand. V1’s body lurched back like a baseball pitcher, then shot back forward, chucking the ball with unimaginable speeds.  

Aizawa grunted in surprise, showing the class the whopping 1753 meters that V1 had thrown the ball.  

“ YOU RAT BASATARD! ” Bakugo yelled, rushing forward towards V1.  

“Baukgo. Settle down.” Aizawa said, his scarf entangling itself around the kid.  

“ LET ME GO […]HEAD! LET ME FIGHT IT! ” The angry Pomeranian-looking bastard yelled at his sensei.  

V1 just stood there, extremely confused. It turned to Midoriya, showing him “Everything is okay?” written on the paper.  

Midoriya shook his head and shrugged, watching Bakugo struggle against Aizawa Sensei’s scarf.  

“…Fine. If you want to fight it so bad, then go ahead.” He let the kid go. Bakugo stood in front of the robot, small explosions emitting from his hands as he glared at it.  

“Are we fight? What rules?” V1 wrote on the paper, showing it to Bakugo.  

“Just come at me with all you got.” Bakugo growled. “There’s no rules.”  

V1 nodded, clasping its hands together and sliding its right hand down, a blue revolver appearing out of thin air from it. V1 looked over the revolver, then readied itself for combat.  

Bakugo paid no regard to the revolver, launching himself at the robot with an explosion in his right hand.  

V1 stood there, calmly catching the boy’s right hand with ease, showing something new written on the paper: “You’re going to regret this, boy. ”  

Bakugo froze, unable to process that V1 had grabbed his punch.  

The robot bended its hand forward with impossible speed, cleanly snapping Bakugo’s wrist arm with a frightening CRRRRACK.  

The kid was silent for a moment before he screamed, holding his wrist with his other hand.  

“V1. Release him.” Aizawa scowled, his hair and scarf floating around him as his eyes shined a bloody red.  

The robot looked at Bakugo, patting his now unusable right hand and letting go of the boy, with him falling to the ground.  

Kirishima rushed to his side, helping him up and walking him over to the nurse’s office.  

Aizawa stomped up to V1, clearly angry. “Why on Earth did you think that was a good idea!?” He yelled.  

V1 looked at Aizawa, showing him the paper. “He said no rules. I followed that. His fault.”  

Aizawa sighed. “I suppose that’s true.” He said walking off. “Class dismissed, take the bot with you. I’m heading to the principle to discuss its stay.”  

“Oh, and head to the dorms, I’ll tell the other teachers your classes have been canceled today.” Aizawa said, pausing in his tracks before walking again.  

Todoroki and Midoriya grabbed each of its hands, leading it to the dorms. It was quiet on the way to the building, V1 was given a chance to look around at everything on the campus.  

The robot was intrigued by almost everything in the educational buildings in which it now resided. It walked its way over to a weird looking door, a plague on the front reading ‘PRINCIPLE.’ V1, curious, opened the door, only to see Aizawa and a strange looking rat thing discussing something that seemed to be quite important.  

“It’s dangerous, Nedzu. If we keep it here, it’ll eventually get someone killed.” Aizawa stated.  

V1 quickly hid behind a wall, recording the two’s conversation within its memory.  

 “I understand your concern here but keeping it here as a teacher is better than turning it away and it getting involved with villains.” Nedzu said, reasoning with the sensei.  

“I suppose that’s true. But seeing it’s… rather violent fighting style, if it stays here, we’ll need to put it under strict supervision.” Aizawa proposed to the mouse.  

“… Fine, then it’s settled. This thing teaches for us, preferably in defense, and we keep it under supervision.” Nedzu said happily.  

3 Days Later…  

“V1! It’s time to get up!” There was a knock at its door, Midoriya’s merry voice coming from the other side.  

The robot stood from its sitting position on the spare bed, opening the door to see the smiling face of the young boy.  

“Were you awake the whole night?” He asked.  

V1 nodded.  

“Why didn’t you power down at all? Couldn’t it save energy?” He handed the robot a paper and pencil to answer.  

The robot gently took the items, then wrote: “Blood is fuel.”  

“B-Blood is f-fuel?” He said, stopping in his tracks. The two had started walking to the common room. They stopped just outside it.  

V1 gave a monotone thumbs-up.  

Midoriya gulped down a whine, stepping into the common room with V1 right behind him, as always.  

“…S-So, h-how low a-are you on f-fuel…?” He asked, sitting down on the couch.  

V1 stopped, seeming to ponder the thought. It then wrote “Low.” on the paper.  

“Low… o-oh… we can try and get you some a-after class… if you last that long.” Midoryia smiled shakily, accepting this grim knowledge.   

V1 looked at Midoriya with what could only be described as robot sadness. It wrote on the paper: “Is… wrong? Blood for fuel is wrong?”  

“N-No, just… not something to be expected.”  

“Blood for fuel?” Todoroki suddenly asked. “That’s… dark.” He shrugged and walked away.  

…  

V1 sat on the sleek, black office chair he was given, twirling some pencils as it watched its students enter from below.  

Something rustled in the forest near the training field. Most of the students stopped to look at it. A loud roar and a crash caught V1’s attention.  

V1 dashed over to its students, its 8 golden and black triangle shaped wings fluttering out to protect them.  

The beast in front of the group roared and rushed the robot down, closing the distance rather quickly.  

“ DIIEEE!! ” Bakugo yelled, hitting the beast with an explosion.  

The beast didn’t even flinch from the attack.  

V1 raced to Momo, something written on the paper.  

“You need a voice box? Okay!” She said happily, procuring a voice box from her arm and handing it to V1.  

V1 took the voice box, crushing it in its fist, with wires coming out of a slit in its arm and reaching for some parts of the voice box. The pieces were lifted into its body, with multiple clicking sounds being audible from it.   

“Thank… y-you.” V1 said, finally being able to speak. It turned to the group, dashing back at the beast and Bakugo in an instant. “ Let me handle this.”    

The class turned to the sudden voice before clearing away.  

The beast turned to V1, already rushing towards it.  

V1 clasped its hands and pulled out a green revolver with 4 green dots visible on the HUD.   

“ Try me.”  

V1 dashed under the creature and pulled out a gold coin, flicking it into the air. It shot the coin just as it flashed, producing 2 golden beams that instantly tore through the beast’s skull and exposed brain, killing it instantly. Huge amounts of blood spattered out, coating both the ground and V1 in it.  

The students looked on with mixed expressions.  

“Did... D-Did you just kill it without any struggle...?” Mina asked, both scared and confused.  

“Was I supposed to?” V1 said, not quite used to its new voice box.  

“Er... no, i-if anything, it’s a good thing you didn’t struggle.” She stammered out, not quite used to their new teacher suddenly talking.  

“Then I did good? Good. I suppose that’s quite an introduction for a new teacher.” The robot said.  

“That it was, V1.” Aizawa said out of the blue, walking up with Nedzu, Ms. Midnight, All Might, and Cementos. “We were coming out to help, but I suppose that’s not needed.”  

“I suppose so.”   

“ How in all hell did you manage to take down that... thing all on your own?” Cementos questioned, skeptical.  

V1 looked at the green revolver still clutched in its hand.  

“This.” It said, holding the gun out for Cementos to take.  

The cement hero took it carefully, inspecting every inch of it.  

“That’s not all! I saw it throw a coin into the air!” Iida spoke up. “It did something really weird.”  

“Ah yes, I suppose I did do that.” V1 said. “My coins are very special, though this world’s might also be. I might have to test that later…”  

“I highly doubt that. Our yen is used only for money purposes. Not whatever you did with yours.” Cementos said as he handed the revolver back to V1.  

“I do not know what ‘yen’ is. Is that this world’s currency?” V1 asked, taking back the revolver and spinning it in its left hand, the gun disappearing shortly afterward.  

“Yen is Japan’s currency, where we’re currently located.” Aizawa answered, checking his students for any injuries as he said so.  

“Japan… I’m not familiar with that place. Maybe it wasn’t around during my time.” V1 said. “Also, if you’re looking for injuring, I suggest checking the explosion boy. He charged in headfirst against that thing, and I highly doubt his arm has fully healed yet.”  

The teachers immediately stared at Bakugo, who was clutching his side.  

“Bakugo you hot-headed idiot!” Aizawa rushed over, pulling his hand from his side and staring at the massive claw marks that sat there clear against the black shirt.  

He sighed, looking back at his students. “Someone, walk him to recovery girl, please.”  

“I’ll do it!” Kirishima offered.  

Aizawa nodded his head, allowing the red-haired kid to walk Bakugo to the main building.  

V1 pondered something for a moment, then walked over to Aizawa.  

“Aizawa, would you mind answering a question for me?” The robot asked.  

“Hm?” The sensei turned. “Yeah?”  

“You mentioned earlier about a thing called a ‘quirk.’ Do you mind telling me what that is?”  

“You’re saying you don’t have a quirk?” He asked, taken aback.  

“It would make sense.” Todoroki said from the left of V1. “It’s not from here, so maybe its world doesn’t have quirks.”  

“You would be correct.” V1 said. “Though, we do have… other things.”    

“Like what?” Ms. Midnight asked, turning from her place of examining the creature that V1 had killed.  

V1 pondered the question for a bit.  

“Hell. Creatures in it. Angels, demons, husks, etcetera.” It said.  

Everyone- except V1, of course –was shocked at this, and visibly so.  

“You all look surprised. Why?”    

“It’s not every day you’re told that those things are actually real. Your world or not.” Denki grumbled.  

“Denki. Hush.” All Might said to the yellow-haired boy.  

“What do you mean, ‘creatures in it’? Aren’t those just normal demons?” The number one hero asked.  

“Normal demons don’t wear armor. Normal demons aren’t Leviathans. Normal demons are red with horns and blood-red eyes. Nothing about an archangel in Hell is normal.” V1 said.  

“I’m sorry, an archangel ?” All Might asked. “How did one even get into hell?”  

“The Heavens are a strange place. I do not know myself. I was only created for war, so I didn’t really have time to think about the implications. I did beat him twice, however.” V1 said, its voice trailing off.  

The rest just stared while Midoriya perked up. “D-Did you use the blood? You said you were low on fuel this morning.”  

“Yes, I did. You’re very good at remembering things.” V1 said.  

The greenette smiled nervously at the compliment.  

“I’m sorry, what?” Nedzu asked the boy.  

“Principle Nedzu, Sensei V1 apparently uses blood as fuel.” Todoroki piped in; his voice lifeless as usual.  

“That would be… correct.” V1 said.  

“Er... that aside, we should figure out what this thing is.” Cementos walked over to the beast, poking and prodding it.  

“I do agree.” Nedzu nodded. “We should stop everything to investigate this. It’s clearly a very dangerous beast and we’ve no idea if there’s any more out there.”  

...  

“Oh! I have an idea!” Mina spoke up after a few minutes of walking back to the dorms. “We can all go shopping!”  

“That’s pointless, what would we even buy?” Denki asked the pink-skinned girl.  

“It’s for fun!” She smiled. “And I think that everyone, including Sensei V1, could use some accessories!”  

The robot looked at the girl.  

“’Shopping’…? I do not know what that is. Elaborate.” It said.  

“Shopping is where you buy things! It could be things you need or things you just want, there’s no one reason to it.” Momo chimed in, smiling at the robot.  

“I suppose that… that would be an acceptable hobby. How do you ‘shopping?’”  

“Just follow us and we’ll show you!” Mina smiled.  

“I have… a request.” V1 said.  

  “I wish to bring the two boys that wanted to be my accomplices. The green haired one… and the one with the blue eyes and white-red hair.” The robot said. 

“Oh! Sure!” Mina said with the same smile. “Midoriya! Todoroki!”  

The two looked over to her.  

“We’re going shopping, sensei V1 wants you to come with us!”  

“O-Oh! Sure.” Midoriya said shakily, dragging the taller boy with him.  

“Well then…” V1 said. “Let’s go.”

Chapter 3: Dusk Till Dawn… and a Shopping Spree

Summary:

Nothing to say-

Just- idk? Maybe READ?

Notes:

I Fixed the duplicate section thank you to the person that pointed it out -w-

Mina and Momo had given various things to V1 and kept talking about ‘fashion’ and ‘good looks’. The robot had tried almost everything the two girls had given it on, though nothing really fit it quite right. Mina and Momo were rightfully extremely frustrated. 

“I... think you should just get some plus-sized things for it.” Todoroki tried, handing V1 a large, black shirt. 

“Why do I have to wear any of this?” V1 asked, confused. 

“Becaaausse! It’ll look good on you!” Mina whined, forcing it into a changing room. 

“Oh. Okay.” V1 said, stumbling into the curtained room. 

“Now put it on!” 

“If you say so.” The robot said, attempting to put on the shirt. Ripping sounds could be heard as V1’s wings tore the shirt to shreds. 

“Er... cut wing holes in them next time, Todo.” Mina whispered to the scared boy. 

Todoroki nodded and went and got a different, same sized shirt, cutting large wing-holes for the back. 

“That should do it.” He handed the shirt to Mina. 

“Do I have to wear this?” V1 asked. 

“Yes!” Mina and Momo said in unison, shoving the shirt into its hands. “Put it on gently this time.” 

“Fine.” V1 said, putting on the T-Shirt that was still heavily ripped in most places due to the robot’s body shape. 

The two girls stared for a moment. 

“It works. We’ll have to get you some custom-made clothes, but this will have to do for now.” 

“I have a question.” V1 said. 

“Yeah?” Mina asked. 

“Why do I require clothes?”  

“Because it looks normal! And it looks good!” 

V1 looked down at itself for a moment, then rose its head back up. 

“Be honest, student, nothing about me looks normal.” The robot said. 

“Well I don’t look normal either.” Mina said, shoving a pair of pants at it. 

V1 paused, then took the pants. 

“Do I have to do this?” It said. 

The two girls glared at it.  

“Your stares do not scare me. Now answer. Do I have to do this?”  

“Just do it, they’re not going to stop forcing you.” Todoroki said to the robot. 

“I would enjoy seeing them try to even dent my exterior armor.” V1 said. 

The girls were having none of this talk and forced it into the changing room. 

V1 made a robotic sigh. 

“…Fine. What do I need to do?  

“Pull it over your legs, they go in the holes. It should go over your hips.” Midoriya explained. 

The robot followed the boy’s instructions, carefully putting on the pants. Its blue metallic body was a nice fit with the black clothing. 

“Is this good?”   

Mina and Momo were all giddy over how the robot looked. 

“You look really good!” 

“I do?” V1 asked, even more confused than it already was. 

“Yeah!” Momo smiled, giving it a thumbs up. 

“Just so you know, I am not keeping this on. It’s not good for mobility. Though, the idea is entertaining. ” 

“See? I told you you’d like it!” Mina explained happily. 

“I suppose it’s enjoyable.” V1 said, looking outside of a window in the mall. “It’s getting late. We should head back.”  

“Here, take these off and I’ll pay, you guys can go ahead. I’ll catch up.” Momo smiled, taking whatever the others had picked out. 

V1 took off its uncomfortable clothing, giving it to the girl. 

She happily took the clothes, running off to the register, leaving just the four of them left. 

“Is she always like this?” V1 asked. 

“Er... no, she’s probably just exited to finally get- well, presumedly you’re masculine, though it's hard to tell –someone like you to find shopping even somewhat enjoyable.” Mina answered. 

V1 pondered this thought for a long while. “I see.” The robot said. “Where is she, anyways? It’s been quite a while.”  

“Probably out buying books or something.” Midoriya yawned, stretching. 

“I suppose so.” V1 said. “Though, its been over 2 minutes. I’m going to go check on her. You are all welcome to come with me if you want.” The robot said, walking off to find Momo. 

The girl was found standing still at the checkout. 

 “So many clothes...” She muttered, aweing over a rack of luxury brand clothing. 

“ Child.” V1 said, looking at Momo. 

“Hm? Oh, hello Sensei V1!” She smiled as she turned. 

“ It’s been almost 5 hours. We need to leave.” The robot said, pointing to the giant double doors leading to the mall’s exit. 

“Oh. Yeah. I suppose we should go.” She said with a slight chuckle. “I just need to finish this up and we can go.” 

“No.” V1 said. “ We are leaving. Now.”  

“V1, I need to pay for this stuff, you know.” 

“It’s Sensei V1 to you, student.” The robot said. “However, you did do a favor for me, so I owe you one. You have 2 minutes.”  

“O-Okay!” She stuttered out, scanning the items quicker. 

“Finally, we can go home soon!” Mina said in relief as the other three came up from behind the two. 

“Are you done yet, child?” V1 asked Momo. 

“Yes.” She said, holding quite a few bags full of clothes and accessories. “We can go now.” 

Back at school… 

“Why did we go to the ‘Mall’ so early?”  

“ Because it’s a lot easier.” Mina half-whined half-said matter-of-factly. 

“I suppose so.” V1 said, looking at an imaginary watch. “ Oh, it’s time for my class. I suppose I’ll be going now. I will meet you there.” V1 said, dashing away. 

“What a strange teacher.” Todoroki said after he was sure it was out of earshot. 

… 

“What do you think Sensei V1 thinks about all day?” Kirishima asked in a sort of wonder-filled tone. 

“Probably not much, robots don’t think about things.” Denki answered. 

“Well, it has to think about something! It can't just be mindless!” The red-haired boy whined. 

“Quite the contrary.” V1 said, suddenly behind Kirishima. 

The kid yelped, snapping around immediately. 

“What do you mean ‘quite the contrary’?” He asked. 

“Due to my body and ‘mind’ being built for war, the only thought I experience is when battling. I otherwise do not think much.  

“Oh… that’s horrible.” He said, feeling bad for the robot. 

“I do not understand. Why?” The robot asked. 

“Not being able to think must be so… hard, so lonely.” The boy said. 

“As I do not think, I am unable to grasp the concept of loneliness.”  

“Oh… okay.” He said, beginning to walk away with Denki, the two whispering to each other and occasionally glancing back at V1. 

“Looks like it’s time.” The robot said. “Good morning, students, and welcome to my class. I’m sure you have all heard this speech before, so let’s just cut to the chase. I will be training all of you directly. You, green-haired boy.” It said, pointing to Midoriya. 

“Y-Yes, Sensei?” The boy looked up. 

“You’re going first. Come at me with all you have.”  

“A-All?!” He asked, surprised. 

“All.”  

The greenette swallowed dryly, shifting into a loose fighting stance. 

“I will not be using my weapons, as I am not allowed to by Aizawa. I will only use my fists.” V1 said, turning and pointing at the boy. 

“Come.”  

Midoriya seemed to get the slightest bit more confident at its words. He lunged at the robot with freighting speeds, his fist pulled back in a punch. 

V1 raised its left arm and punched back, parrying the blow, a bright flash of light being emitted from the force of the two punches colliding. Midoriya was sent flying back, his hand almost completely shattered, while V1 was completely unharmed. 

Midoriya got up clenching his fist tightly, sucking in a pained breath through his teeth. This didn’t stop the boy, however. He instead kicked up a large dust-cloud and ran at V1 once again. 

“Dust won’t help you. Not with me.” The robot said, once again parrying the boy’s punch. 

Midoriya winced, staring at his hands. 

V1 approached Midoriya, staring at the boy’s hands. 

“You seem injured, child. Mind if I look? I may be able to assist you.”  

Midoriya hesitated at first but nodded and held out his hands for V1 to inspect. 

“Judging by your reaction before, this has happened before, correct? Why is this happening?” The robot asked the boy. 

“I-I... er... m-my hands are br-broken.” The greenette managed out. 

“I see. I may be able to help, though it could cause minor pain.”  

Midoriya nodded, mentally preparing himself for whatever his sensei was about to do. 

V1 took out a black-painted spray can, spraying the boy’s hands with a green substance. The green-haired boy’s hands instantly started moving, bones quickly shifting back into place under his skin. 

“Judging by how bad the injury is… ” V1 said, looking at Midoriya. “It should take up to 30 minutes to fully heal, though your arms will be usable in about 5.” It said. 

“Th...Thanks.” He smiled wearily. 

“Sensei!” Iida spoke up suddenly, his hand up. 

“What?” V1 said, snapping back around to face Iida. 

“Were you given permission to do this? I highly doubt that principle Nedzu would let you injure your students like this.” 

“It’s defense class.” V1 said matter-of-factly. “He couldn’t defend himself. In my limited knowledge, it's his fault.”  

Iida quickly put his hand down. “Of course, sorry for questioning you, Sensei.” 

“What’s that liquid?” Todoroki asked, pointing to the spray bottle. 

“I cannot say I’m so sure myself.” V1 said, pondering the question. “Though I’ve experimented with it long enough to know its uses.”  

“Oh. Okay.” the kid said, content with this answer like the brick wall he was. 

“That was scary…” Mina whispered to Uraraka, who was standing next to her. 

“… YOU BASTARD! IM THE ONE WHO MAKES FUN OF HIM, NOT YOU! ” Bakugo yelled, hand already on the pin on his gauntlet. 

“Do you really want to do that?” V1 said, left arm already ready to parry the explosion. “ You saw what happened to little Midoriya over there.”  

Bakugo rolled his eyes, pulling the pin anyways. 

A long, deafening explosion that was directed at V1 shot from the small hole on the gauntlet. 

V1 stepped forward, punching and therefore parrying the explosion straight towards the wall right behind Bakugo, slightly burning the left side of his face in the process. 

“It... It punched the explosion!” Kirishima said in surprise. 

“It went the opposite direction!” Denki stared at the sizable hole in the wall behind the walking grenade. 

“Luckily I made the explosion not go straight into his face.” V1 said. 

“Y-You can do that!?” Todoroki, finally making an expression other than blank, almost yelled. “You can aim whatever you just did!?” 

“Of course.” The robot said. “Is that not normal?”  

“Well, for starters, it’s not normal to punch an explosion and make it change trajectory, and I don’t think it’s that normal to be able to aim it.” Iida said, “Could you mind telling us what you did, Sensei V1?” 

“I do not understand what you mean by that. Elaborate.” V1 said, looking around Bakugo’s head to the giant explosion in the wall. 

“You punched the explosion that Bakugo had made, making it go into the wall, what did you do?” The blue-haired boy asked. 

“I just… punched it. I’m not quite sure what my inner body is made of, though I have vague ideas.” V1 said. 

“J-Juding by your a-ability to absorb blood for f-fuel, it probably has s-some sort of t-tubing that leads to a fuel t-tank.” Midoriya piped up, flexing his hands. 

“Possibly, though I highly doubt it. My armor is made to repair itself; I would guess that the armor absorbs the blood directly, without a fuel tank. My body was made to be mobile, after all.” V1 said. 

“So, it’s most likely just machinery.” Todoroki said. 

The ice-fire kid waved a hand in front of Bakugo’s dazed face, grunting when the kid still looked forward with a blank expression. 

“Congrats, you broke him.” Was all he said. 

“I ‘broke’ him?” V1 said, dashing towards Bakugo and picking up the boy’s arms, flailing them around. 

“LET ME GO YOU BASTARD!” Bakugo suddenly yelled, yanking his arms from the robot's grip. 

“That seemed to help.” Todoroki muttered. 

“He is fixed.” V1 said. 

“That he is.” 

“Hey, hey, hey! Bakugo! You look shaken up!” Sero said as he walked over, slapping a hand on his back. 

“Hands off.” Bakugo slapped the taller boy’s hand away.” 

“V1. I need you for a bit.” Aizawa said out of the blue, appearing behind Bakugo and Sero. 

“By the way, class dismissed.” He said to the students. 

… 

“You called?” V1 said, standing inside the building with Aizawa. 

“Yes. I need you to follow me.” The pro hero started walking off, clearly expecting V1 to follow. It did. 

“We’re having a meeting and we need you there.” He opened a door, allowing V1 to enter first. 

The robot stepped through the door, finding multiple important figures in the room, including Nedzu, All Might, Ms. Midnight, and Cementos, along with Thirteen and Sir. 

“May I ask why I’m here?” V1 asked. 

“We’re here to discuss how you got here. It may help with getting you back.” Thirteen said, adjusting her gloves. 

“I see. How am I supposed to do this?” The robot asked 

“We just want to know what you saw before you came here. Aizawa says there was a portal.” Sir Nighteye said. 

“It was indeed. Though I’ve no idea how it appeared, nor why.”   

“I recall another voice with you, one that wasn’t yours.” Aizawa said as he took his seat, motioning to the empty one beside him for V1 to sit in. “Who was that?” 

V1 nodded, taking a seat. 

“If it’s not too much to ask, may I have some ‘coffee?’ It helps sooth my circuits.”  

“Of course, I’ll go get it.” All Might said as he stood, exiting the room. 

“Now. The voice, who was that? He sounded frantic, so I highly doubt you walked into that portal willingly.” Aizawa asked, interlocking his fingers and placing his elbows on the table. 

“You’d be correct.” V1 said, motioning its finger towards Aizawa. “Mr. Aizawa dragged me in with his scarf.”  

“I remember doing no such thing.” The hero said, glancing over to the door as All Might returned with the coffee. 

The symbol of peace placed the coffee in front of V1 gently and sat back down. 

“Thank you.” V1 said, taking the coffee from the table in front of it and doing whatever robots do when they ‘drink’ something. 

“Grabbing something out of a portal when you don’t know what you’re grabbing is unsafe. As I’ve said, I didn’t grab you. That means something else did.”  

“That must mean that,” V1 said, rubbing its right index finger over Aizawa’s scarf. “That something… or someone … was able to copy the exact color and texture of your scarf.”  

The heroes in the room all started murmuring amongst themselves. 

“It is possible that someone had managed to create or manage to get their hands on a replica of your scarf.” Cementos said to Aizawa. 

“While it’s not impossible to get your hands on a replica, its damn near so.” Aizawa muttered, staring at his hands. “Which means that someone managed to create one.” 

“The only group that would even think of that is the league.” Nedzu said, mostly to himself. “That means my suspicions were correct that the league is involved.” 

“I’m not quite sure I follow. Elaborate.” V1 said, cocking its head to the side. 

“The league refers to the villain group calling themselves League of Villains, they’ve been on our radar for quite a while now.” Sir Nighteye yawned out, adjusting his glasses. 

“I see.” The robot said, looking up at the man. “What does this have to do with me? Are they going to attack us anytime soon?”  

“Perhaps, although it’s not a guarantee.” Nedzu said, “If they are planning an attack, then we need to investigate in the time we have before it happens. Nighteye, would you be willing to investigate for us?” 

“Of course.” Was all the man said. 

V1 contemplated this for a moment, thinking. 

“What then? If this super dangerous group of villains is really such a threat, shouldn’t we take them out here and now? I’d be happy to volunteer.” The robot said. 

“We appreciate the gesture, but murder is not our forte here. We prefer to capture instead of kill.” All Might said to the robot next to him. 

V1 made a sound that could only be described as a sad, robotic sigh. 

“...Er, on that note, meeting dismissed.” Nedzu dismissed everyone with a wave of his paw. “Also, Sir Nighteye, please look into investigating the league as soon as possible.” 

… 

“Sensei!” Mina bounded up to V1. “What did Aizawa Sensei need you for?” 

“It was a meeting about an interesting group that your superiors have their eyes on.” V1 said. 

“Who?” She asked, eyes sparkling with interest. 

“The ‘League of Villains.’”  

“I-I’ve heard of them before.” Midoriya piped in. 

“Would you mind telling me what you know about them?” V1 asked. 

“Er... not m-much. I do know that they’re one of the more w-well known groups.” 

“Elaborate.”  

“Well... m-more people know about the l-league then say... other groups.” 

“Other groups?”  

“Other villain groups.” 

“I see.” V1 said. “Are they dangerous? In the sense that this group will attack us.”  

“S-Some might.” The greenette said. “But I don’t know.” 

“Interesting.”  

“W-Well, I better head off to bed, it's getting quite late.” Midoriya waved good-bye and made his way to his room. 

“I suppose so. Everyone should go get some sleep. I ‘have a feeling’ – I think that’s how you humans say it? – that tomorrow is going to be very interesting.”

Chapter 4: The USJ… and a little something else

Summary:

V1 shoots Shigaraki in the mouth ezezez L + Ratio

(Also it looks like he dies but he lives for the all powerful trope that is "for the plot")

The students all chatted happily on the bus, all excited about the class trip that Aizawa was taking them on.  

“Don’t ruin the surprise, but we’re heading over to a place called the USJ.” Aizawa whispered to V1, the robot sitting next to him. “You’ll see what it is when we get there, but I just thought I’d tell you.”  

“I’m more concerned about the hygiene of this place.” V1 said, head swerving around to look at almost every seat on the bus. “The amount of bodily fluids here just might serve as a replacement for the blood I require.”  

“We had to get buses changed last minute, I’m assuming that there wasn’t enough time to clean this one.” Aizawa assured V1. “That or they just don’t care.”  

“I never said it was bad.”  

“You implied it.”  

“I suppose so.” V1 said.  

The bus screeched to a stop, the door opening.  

“Everyone out.” Aizawa ordered the students, stepping off the bus with V1 in tow.  

“So why are we here again?” V1 asked Aizawa.  

“It's just a simple learning trip.”  

“Whatever you say.”  

“Now, I want all of you to stay together, okay? I don’t need anyone, specifically problem child and the Pomeranian, running off.” He turned to the students.  

“Follow me inside.”  

The students were whispering as they entered the building, most of them looking around in amazement.  

“It’s certainly not bland.” V1 said.  

“Of course, it's not bland!” Thirteen, who V1 recognized from the meeting, said as she bounded up to the group.  

“I disagree. Though, in terms of height, I suppose it's kind of tall.” V1 said.  

“The USJ is designed to take new heroes through unforeseen disasters.” She explained, “Of course it’s tall.”  

The robot looked straight up, watching the sun through the ceiling.   

“Unforeseen disasters… I do not understand. Elaborate.” V1 said.  

“Disasters like tornadoes, earthquakes, avalanches, tsunamis, I could go on but that would take a while.”  

The students behind V1 were whispering about various things.  

Aizawa cleared his throat at this, gathering the student's attention.  

“Don’t get all giddy, we’re only here to further your hero studies.”  

…  

The air shifted around the group, a purple and black portal forming in front of them.  

Aizawa cursed under his breath.  

“S-Sensei? Is this part of the training?” Uraraka asked, visibly frightened.  

“No. This is an actual villain attack.” The hero responded flatly.  

He then turned to the students. “I need everyone to run, get out of here. Now!”  

The students started running, but the portal allowed them no escape, forming into a mist and encasing them- well, Iida was pushed out at least.  

The students were teleported off and separated between the many simulation areas of USJ.  

“Aw... He's not here...” A- albeit quiet and edge-lord like –voice rang out as multiple portals formed in the middle of the building.  

“And we got the whole gang here too... how sad.” They whined.  

People began walking out of the portals, stopping when they were in the light.  

One dusty-blue haired human stepped out of the middle portal, a giant beat that was nearly identical to the one that V1 had taken down back at UA stepped out behind them.  

“Who were you here to... presumably ambush?” Aizawa asked.  

“Why, the number 1 hero, of course!” They said with a small laugh.  

“But it looks like he’s not here... we were going to kill him and get rid of the symbol of peace once and for all, finally granting villains the power we deserve, but I suppose taking out his students is accepta-”  

V1 pulled out its green revolver, flicking a coin into the air and ricocheting it into the man’s mouth, almost completely tearing off his lower jaw, mangling the remaining flesh in the process.  

“Shut up.”  

The man paused, pulling his hand to his face, surprised at how his mask was completely untouched.  

However, he did let out a loud scream and fell to his knees in pain.  

“G-Get... them.” He managed out.  

The hoard of villains all started making their way forward, however Aizawa jumped down and immediately started fighting them... because of course he did.  

V1 made an inaudible noise, jumping in as well, its arm morphing into a different, much more red shape. The robot dashed at unseeable speeds, reaching the back of the blue-haired villain’s head before he could have time to react.  

V1 looked at the other villains in the crowd, saying one word.  

“Catch.”  

The robot’s cherry red left arm shot forward, cracking the man’s skull with the sheer force of the punch. Not even a moment later, a shotgun-like blast radiated from the red arm, almost destroying the man’s skull, along with his body, and launching him forward, completely shattering through the glass dome of the USJ as he rocketed out of view.  

Everyone in the vicinity paused, turning to stare at the robot, including Aizawa and Izuku, Asui, and Minita, who had managed to make it to the edge of the water area, a few feet away from the battle.  

V1 stared at the other villains in the crowd, blood-soaked body glistening in the sun’s light.  

“I’ll give you all some too. Aizawa and co., I suggest you back up. This is going to be explosive.”  

V1 pulled out a shotgun from seemingly nowhere, looking over it for a brief second. After inspecting the weapon, the robot shot a single shotgun shell, the bullets barely having time to escape the gun’s chamber before V1’s left arm returned to its normal blue, punching the bullets as a bright flash of white light emitted from them. Time seemingly slowed down for just a moment, as the resulting explosion from V1 parrying its own bullets exploded in the crowd of villains, killing them in an instant.  

The humans all stood in silence and disbelief.  

Izuku shifted back, along with Asui and Minita, their eyes wide in pure terror.  

V1 shifted its gaze towards the humans, bloody gaze staring at them like a murderous abyss.  

“What? You’ve never seen a Projectile Boost before?”  

“Y-You...” Izuku began, his voice wobblily and afraid. “You... k-killed them... a-a-all of them...”  

“It’s my default programming to do so. I am a machine that was built specifically for war.”  

Even Aizawa was frightened to his core, but even so he simply nodded at what V1 had said.  

“That... That makes s-sense.” He muttered.  

V1 started scanning the area, looking for any more threats.  

“Do you see any more? I must eliminate them immediately.”  

“Th-Theres still the beast... it r-ran of s-somewhere...” Izuku piped up.  

Thud.  

The head of the beast rolled up to V1’s leg, almost surgically cut off from where it sat on that thing’s head.  

“You know, Machine…” An angelic voice said with utmost calmness. “I thought you’d be faster at taking out a single opponent.”

Chapter 5: The Power of an Angel

Summary:

"BEHOLD! THE POWER OF AN AN-"

S o a p

Notes:

To the person that said "Mr. Daddy Issues himself has finally appeared" you're the best omg.

The robot turned around, finding the Judge of Hell, Gabriel, behind it. The angel’s blue wings almost hummed with energy as he floated above V1 and the others. His white and gold armor gleamed ferociously in the morning sunlight as the cross on his helmet shone with an angelic yellow light. The two swords on his waist glimmered with blues and golds. 

Gabriel landed on the ground, walking towards V1. 

“However, I must say, you seemed to have done well in defeating the others.” 

“That... voice.” Aizawa grumbled from behind V1, staring up at the considerably taller being. 

“You’re that other voice that was talking to V1, weren’t you.” 

Gabriel ignored the question, the cocky angel rushing up towards Aizawa. 

“You’re human… and on Earth!” The angel said. “I thought I’d never see one again after the incident. I must say I’m surprised.” 

“Er...” The hero looked thoroughly confused, but simply nodded. “I expected you to have... somewhat of a similar reaction, at least.” 

“Similar to what?” Gabriel asked. 

“V1’s reaction.” Asui perked up, poking her head from where she had hidden behind Aizawa. 

Gabriel looked at V1. 

“The Machine had a reaction to anything?” Gabriel questioned. “I’m genuinely surprised. I thought it had no such ability.” 

“Th-That’s a clean cut...” Izuku said as he stared at the head of the beast. 

“You’d be able to cut that cleanly if all you did for around 300 years was slice heads off.” V1 said. 

The humans looked visibly uncomfortable. 

“Holy s---!” Bakugo yelled from a few yards away, somehow staring at both Gabriel and the decapitated head of the beast simultaneously. 

“Language, Bakugo.” Aizawa scowled at the kid. 

“Humans have such bad tongue.” Gabriel scowled. “You people need to learn how to better express yourselves other than cursing.” 

“I apologize for his vulgar language, I try to stop it, but he still hasn’t quite learned yet.” Aizawa apologized. 

“Why not just kill him then?” Gabriel asked. 

He was taken aback, “How dare you suggest such a... violent ‘solution’?” The hero looked rightfully offended. “We don’t kill! Killing is punishable, murder is... horrible!” 

“I’m surprised you haven’t dismantled and destroyed the Machine then.” Gabriel said, sighing. 

“Of course not, it’s valuable in the sense that it’s not even from our world, as are you!” All Might bellowed from behind them. 

Gabriel held his hand on one of his swords, turning around to look at the bulky, blue-suited man. 

“And who are you?” The angel asked. 

“I am All Might! The number one hero!” He proudly exclaimed with his forever unchanging smile. 

“…What?” 

“It’s the force of humans- or in some cases, animals –that protect Earth!” 

Gabriel paused for a moment. 

“I see. Then you have resumed operations in Hell?” 

“This isn’t our world, Gabriel.” V1 said. “It’s something new entirely.”  

Gabriel stepped back, stunned. 

“Hm. Very well then.” Gabriel said, back turned towards the sun, illuminating him in shadow. “I suppose I must take control then. If the will of God cannot be non-violently imposed onto these mortal scum, then I shall do as such with force.” 

“I don’t think there’s any need to force this “will of God” onto us, Mr. Gabriel.” Nedzu’s little paws padded towards the group in the center of the USJ. 

Gabriel’s hand instinctively reached for his swords, but he relented with a look from V1. 

“...Fine.” The angel said, his hand falling to his side with a glare towards the unfamiliar humans. 

“Thank you.” Nedzu said with a warm smile. 

Gabriel scoffed at the small creature, then turned to walk away from the destructive scene. 

“Hey, angel dude!” Bakugo shouted at Gabriel, itching for a fight like always.   

Gabriel turned to the small orange pomegranate-like boy, eyeing him up and down. 

“If you’re going to try to fight me, human, I suggest you become more prepared. You’re not nearly as fast or strong as the Machine, I can tell. Don’t even try... and don’t call me ‘Angel Dude’.” 

“I’ll call you wha-” He was cut off by a tackle from behind, Kirishima slapping his hand over Bakugo’s mouth. 

Gabriel emitted a slight chuckle but said nothing. 

“What he means is he’s sorry.” Kirishima said to the angel. 

Bakugo attempted to retort to his red-haired friend, but he quickly silenced him. 

“Speaking of remaining survivors, I believe the blue-haired human has disappeared, has he not?” V1 said, looking around the USJ. 

Midoriya’s head perked up. 

“I-I’ll go find h-h-him!” He said, the green-haired boy somewhat relieved to have found a way out of vicinity of his new robot sensei. 

“So be it.” V1 said, turning to look at its student. “Don’t die out there.”  

“ Aaghh...” A voice moaned from beneath the pile of bodies. 

V1 dashed over to where the noise had emitted from, pushing aside the corpses that covered the still alive victim of its mini rampage, pointing the shiny, blue revolver at the man sitting before the robot. 

The man could only watch as V1’s hand slowly grasped the trigger. 

“NO!” Aizawa shouted at V1, rushing toward the robot. “Do NOT kill him. He could give us valuable information that could help us find the lair of the League of Villains.” 

V1 looked at the black-haired man shouting at him with what could only be described as dissatisfaction, before lowering the revolver and making it disappear. 

“Fine.” V1 said. “Just because of that scene I was able to create. I’ve had my fun.”  

Aizawa sighed in relief. 

“I shall come too.” Gabriel said triumphantly, lowering down to the ground in front of the black-haired, scarf-wielding man. “If I am to stay here for a while, I may as well assist the machine on its endeavors. It seems that the will of The Father is not enforced here, so,” he paused, looking towards the pile of bodies. “These vermin will have to do.” 

“Those are not vermin!” All Might bellowed with a slightly frown-like smile, as he literally never stops smiling. “Those are people! Learn the difference, please!” 

“You dare insinuate that humans and ANGELS like me deserve to be treated the same?! You jest... you must be! Angels are heavenly, we are perfect, divine beings descended from Heaven to rule over this world like the absolute entities we are!” Gabriel shouted. “And you? Humans? Pff... don’t make me laugh. You are imperfect and unclean, your soul is almost aflame with the sins that you carry. Truly, it is impressive that your pitiful race has managed to survive this long.” 

All Might could only stare. 

“...Fine” Aizawa said. “You can live at the UA with V1 and the other students. But if you harm even one of them...” Aizawa looked at V1, and the robot nodded. “V1 will take care of you.” 

“I have no intention of harming any of your pets .” Gabriel said matter-of-factly. “They serve no use to me anyhow.” 

… 

The students were rounded up back together again, and the remaining villains were swiftly taken care of in a non-super-violent way  by V1 and the other heroes. The students were taken back to the somehow still standing bus and were shuttled back to UA. 

Chapter 6: Actual Class Time... not really. What, you think this is just a normal chapter? Don’t make me laugh.

Summary:

Hey! PieOH here, co-creator of BANG!, along with Ginger. Decided to FINALLY update this thing since we have a whole chapter here that we just... forgot to post somehow. Please do forgive the horrible writing, Chapter 7 fixes it up quite nicely, along with the ending bits of this chapter after our long hiatus. (Chapter 7 is also nearly complete, expect it some time soon.)

Also my first time posting a chapter here, please do forgive me for any errors that occur.
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V1 twirled the same pencil in its office, watching its students bicker on the field below before class.
RRRRINNG.

Class time.

The quiet, robotic footsteps of the student’s sensei resonated in Bakugo’s ears, turning around to look at the robot with both disgust and respect.

“I trust that we shall not have any more altercations from now on, correct, Bakugo?” V1 said to the boy.

“F*** YOU!” Bakugo screamed, launching itself at the robot, who easily countered and put the screaming boy in a headlock.

“LET GO OF ME, PIECE OF SCRAP FREAK!” He screamed.

“I will when you calm down, boy.” V1 said. “When you do that, I can do my pseudo-job and teach these children like I’m supposed to do.”

Bakugo calmed down, if only to escape the death grip that V1 was holding him in.

“I really don’t think that was necessary, Sensei.” Yaoyoruzu grumbled, mostly to herself.

“It was to me. This angry ball of flesh doesn’t know how to calm down, so I’m forced to take extreme measures against him.” V1 said, turning around to look at her.

“I suppose that makes sense.” She said as she turned towards the still mostly fuming Pomeranian.

V1 looked at Bakugo and made what could only be described as a sound of pure robotic disappointment... whatever that means.

“Machine, what are you doing?” Gabriel said, jumping down from the room the angel was given far to V1. The robot had specifically requested that Gabriel not be in its vicinity, and since Nedzu himself felt like they owed V1 for what it did at the USJ incident, he obliged.

“Are you stupid, Gabriel?” V1 said. “I’m teaching my class.”

“Are you taking after that...” Gabriel paused, looking at Bakugo. “That angry orange-like thing? I thought you were better than that.”

“HEY!” Bakugo yelled, clearly offended by the angel’s comment.

“You know it’s true, human.” Gabriel retorted.

Bakugo, still fuming, stomped off to stand next to Kirishima, not granting Gabriel an answer.

Gabriel scoffed at the boy, then turned to the students.

“These are your... what are they called? ‘Students?’ They should be called vermin, for it is what they are.” He said.

Most of the students simply rolled their eyes, though there were some who glared at him. Bakugo had the worst of these glares, with the glariest of glares ever glared in the history of glares.

“Don’t call us vermin, jacka**. You can call the other ‘Extra’s’, though. Because that’s what they are.” He said cockily.

“I refuse to take any sort of advice from you.” Gabriel said. “You can go die for all I care, vermin. You know what? I think that’ll be your nickname. Because you’ve done so well in the art of annoying me, I’ll make sure to call everyone else their real names. You can be vermin, you orange.” He said.

V1, now annoyed, punched Gabriel straight in the mandible.

“...I will kill you.” The angel said, still recoiling from the punch.

“I dare you to try.” The robot said. “Now let me teach my class.”

V1 walked up to the front of the class, wings gleaming in the rising sun.

“Good... morning, I think it is, students. This is going to be a day for me to personally test you all... again. I will fight all of you on a 3 versus 1 basis, testing your teamwork and individual power, along with general performance in combat scenarios.” V1 said. “If you do not wish to participate, tell me now. Do not make me waste my time.”

No one said anything, while some, like Uraraka and Mina, looked... less than stoked, they didn’t opt out.

“Alright then.” V1 said. “Just don’t come crying to me later. Now then... who to choose first? Any volunteers?”

Bakugo and Kirishima’s hands shot up instantly, the rest just looked nervous.

Denki, after a moment, finally raised his hand with a bead of sweat trailing down his face.

“Good.” V1 said, wind blowing across the field. “Whenever you’re ready, come at me with all you’ve got. I’m quite interested in learning your abilities.”

Bakugo, being the hot-headed idiot he was, ran at V1 with no regard for Kirishima or Denki, the force of him using his explosion abilities to gain the boy a speed boost knocked the two over.

“You’re fast.” V1 said, ducking under Bakugo’s attack and thrusting his palm onto his chest, slamming the boy on the ground. “But not fast enough.”

Denki stared at Bakugo on the ground, swallowing thickly but getting up none-the-less.

The yellow-haired boy and his partner shifted into a loose fighting stance, silently communicating a plan to each other.

V1 analyzed the two boys, not knowing their plan but having a sort of idea of what they were going to do. The robot picked up Bakugo and threw him back to the other students in the sidelines, making sure to throw the boy in a way that he would be as uninjured as possible.

“You know, Bakugo,” V1 said. “You’re supposed to be working together with your team members, not just trying – and failing – to land a hit on me by your own.”

While V1 was turned, the two boys rushed their teacher, Kirishima hardening and Denki focusing his energy on a swinging punch.

V1’s head and body snapped around, grabbing Denki’s punch and being electrocuted in the process. The robot, however, quickly broke free of the stun, slamming the boy’s body onto the ground and backflipping over Kirishima’s attack.

“I must give you two accommodations.” V1 said. “A sneak attack? Quite impressive. And the yellow boy’s ability is the perfect counter to me. Though, he does need some training.”

“So... i-if I train hard enough I can f-fry you?” Denki groaned out, still semi-stunned from the force of being slammed into the ground.

“According to my calculations of the amount of electricity that was just exerted onto me... I would have to answer yes. Eventually, you would be able to temporarily shut down my circuits completely, leaving me open to an attack. But do not expect to take advantage of my naivety again.” V1 said.

Kirishima and Denki nodded, the red head helping up the blond.

“Now. I will give you a choice. You may either keep battling me, or I will choose 3 more students. It is up to you.” V1 said.

“Choose three more, if you will.” Aizawa’s constantly monotone voice said, walking up to the group. “I’m here to watch the class and over Gabriel, before you ask.”

“As you wish.” V1 said, nodding at the teacher. “Any more volunteers?”

“I’ll volunteer, sensei!” Iida said, his hand shooting up. Midoriya and Uraraka raised their hands a moment later albeit hesitantly.

“I must say, green-haired boy, I’m surprised you raised your hand, though interested nonetheless. I will not repeat myself. You know what I said last time.”

The boy nodded, exchanging glances with his friends. Iida and Uraraka nodded to whatever Midoriya was exchanging with them, their voices barely above a whisper.

They rushed for V1 without warning, Iida throwing both Midoriya and Uraraka up into the air and winding his leg back for a kick. The kick landed on V1’s ‘thigh’, sliding its leg back ever-so-slightly and slightly taking the robot off balance, given the force applied to said kick.
V1 analyzed the force of the kick, and applied a kick of double force to Iida’s leg, causing heavy injury and temporary paralysis. It then launched itself back, landing far outside of the zone in which Midoriya and Urakaka were planning to hit.

Seeing this, Uraraka helped launch Midoriya towards their sensei before they hit the ground. The greenette’s hand emitted a red glow before he punched V1 straight in the lens.
The robot staggered back, tiny parts of glass falling from its face.

“You...” V1 started, cracked, now crimson red lens looking at the boy. “Impressive. Your immense power is strong enough to break my ocular lens. I must say, this is certainly... unexpected, to say the least.”

Class 1-A all started cheering, they had finally landed a meaningful blow on their sensei! Aizawa simply hummed, seemingly impressed.

“But you will have to try harder than that to beat me, boy.”

In an instant, V1 launched itself at unseeable speeds towards the boy, plowing his soft, fleshy face into the ground with bone-cracking force.

“Since you managed to land a direct hit on me, I suppose I will start trying now. THIS is your training.”

Uraraka, seeing her teammates on the ground, swallowed thickly, nervous. That was until Iida got up. Midoriya was still lying face-first on the dirt.

“V1, if I may step in.” Aizawa had torn Iida’s and Uraraka’s attention before he even started talking. “This is quite dangerous, don’t you think? These kids are not like the beings from your world, they can’t take as much damage.”

“I’m going easy on them, Aizawa.” V1 said. “Humans may be weaker than the machines and hell creatures from my world, but they can still take a beating. And besides, what is training without being hurt? One does not grow in strength by repeatedly doing something extremely easy.”

“I hardly think this is easy, these are only first years, I’m sure a third year could hold up just fine, but these are still new students, new to being heroes.” He had said. “They’re hardly even strong enough to take a blow from you without damage.”

“Hm.” V1 said. “I suppose your reasoning does make sense. Though, they seem to be strong enough to break my lens... I doubt they’re durable. Fine. I will conclude this session. Though, Aizawa, if you have the time, bring in a third year for me. I’d like to test just how strong they are.”
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“V1.” Aizawa cleared his throat from behind the machine, pulling its attention from where Gabriel was ranting about ‘The Father’ or whatever it was he was ranting about.

“Hm?” The robot said, turning its body to the Aizawa. “What is it that you need?”

“Do you have any free time? I’ve got the best third years for you to beat on, the Big Three.” The pro pointed behind him with his thumb, three students standing there. Two wide-eyed and one not even looking at V1.

“Ah. You brought them.” V1 said. “I honestly didn’t expect you to bring them so quickly, but I am grateful nonetheless. Thank you, Aizawa.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just try not to break their bones like how you cracked Problem Child’s skull.”

“I doubt I’ll be able to, but we’ll see.”

“Hi, Mr. V1!” One of the third years, Nejire Hado, said excitedly.

“Hello, student. Do you know the others? I would like to know the names of them, if you don’t mind.” V1 said.

“I’m Nejire Hado, just call me Hado.” She pointed to herself, then to the boy standing next to her, “This is Mirio Togata, and the one not looking at you is Tamaki Amajiki.”

“I see.” The robot said, rolling the names over in its mechanical head. “Well, let’s not waste time. You three, meet me in the field when you’re ready... and don’t disappoint me.”

“We can fight you now.” The taller boy, Togata, said, already rushing off for the field.

“He’s certainly hasty.” V1 said.

“The moment he was told we’d be fighting you it’s all he’s been thinking about.”

“I suppose that’s good.” V1 said. “The more they’re excited the more effort they’ll exert.”

“I suppose that’s true, but I’d like to ask you something, sir.” Hado said as she walked alongside the robot to the training field.

“Go on.” V1 said simply.

“Do you know our quirks?” She asked with a slight tilt of her head. “It’ll be more of a fair fight if you could adjust to how and what we fight with.”

“Aizawa did not provide me with knowledge beforehand about you three. Knowing your... ‘quirks,’ as they are called, would be useful, certainly.” The robot responded.

“... Manifest...” Tamaki muttered after a moment of walking. “I can turn parts of my body into the animals and plants that I eat.”

“Interesting.” V1 said. “And you?” It continued, turning to Neijire.

“I have a quirk called Wave Motion!” She began, excitement radiating from the girl as she bounced up and down. “It allows me to convert my own vitality into energy that I can blast as waves to help me fight!”

“Interesting... very interesting.” V1 said. “And the one that... ran through the wall?”

“Mirio’s quirk allows him to make his body become intangible and pass through tangible objects or matter, at the cost of anything on his body like clothes, however.” She snickered slightly at the last part of her sentence.

“Seems like an annoyance.” V1 said. “Well, I suppose that I shouldn’t waste your time any longer.” The robot finished, waltzing to the field and flourishing its wings.

Mirio was on the field stretching, offering a friendly greeting to his friends and V1 before returning to his routine.

“Whenever you all are ready.” The robot called out to the 3 in front of it.

The three students soon stood in front of V1 a few feet away, neither team moving for several heartbeats before Mirio fell through the ground and Hado rushed at V1. Tamaki stayed behind as V1 stood still, analyzing the group’s actions with careful consideration.

She sent a wave at V1 before leaping into the air to avoid any attack the machine would throw at her.
With ease, the robot dashed out of the way of the wave, scanning the area for any sign of Mirio. V1 balled up its fist, ready to parry whatever came at it... then stopped. The robot’s circuits made the decision to first test the group’s power. It loosened its stance walking calmly towards Tamaki like some sort of weird robot girlboss. Without warning, six octopus tentacles shot at V1 with alarming speed, Tamaki’s vague form able to just barely be seen through the mess of limbs. The robot’s lens brightened for just a moment in a sort of ‘surprised’ emotion and the robot just barely managed to dodge the tentacles. It grabbed the tentacle nearest to it and whipped it around, slamming it on the ground.
The boy yelped, the tentacle that was grabbed disappearing back into his body in an instant.

“Ow!” He shouted, shaking out his hand and slipping his ring finger into his mouth like a child soothing a limb banged on wood. The short stun didn’t last long as it soon rejoined the fray, twirling around V1 though not managing to get a lasting hit. Only a few stray nicks every now and then. V1’s sensors observed that its armor was slowly, but surely, deteriorating. If it didn’t finish the battle soon it might not like the aftermath. The robot made a metallic-ish sigh noise and spun around, grabbing Tamaki’s leg and whipping it around to slam into the approaching Hado’s body. The two students yelped at the sudden impact, getting flung backwards a few feet before tumbling to the ground in a mess of limbs.

V1 sprinted to the two children, before a hand shot up from the ground, gripping its leg as it fell down. It shot up quickly. Looking down, it saw Mirio with his head poking out from the ground and his hand wrapped securely around the joint of its ankle. The boy opened his mouth to say something, but before he could do such the cold barrel of V1’s revolver entered his mouth. The robot could hear muffled complaints as Mirio slowly, but surely, choked.

“The taste of metal is the last thing you will experience,” V1 said, its finger slowly gripping the trigger harder and harder.

The familiar grey scarf of Aizawa tangled around the war machine, stopping it dead in its tracks as he yanked it back. His fist connected directly to its lens, the yellow glass shattering into pieces. Denki, who he had also brought along, sent a significant amount of electricity through it for good measure, sufficiently short-circuiting it. The boy promptly fell onto the ground. Idiot. As the dust settled, V1’s green revolver slowly slid out of the stunned Mirio’s mouth.

“Why did it...” Tamaki began, but trailed off, still quite stunned and very confused.

“V1, from what we’ve been told, is programmed to be very violent. I suppose it’s only nature it would try and kill you,” Aizawa’s gruff (seriously he needs sleep he sounds like a lawn mower) voice explained as he picked up V1. He was surprised at the weight of it, expecting V1 to be extremely heavy.

“Where are you taking it?” Mirio asked, pulling himself from the ground. It was silent for a few seconds before he squeaked and covering his bare body, his clothes had phased through him like always.

“Mei Hatsume, support class. Problem child knows her well.”

Chapter 7: The Sands of Time

Chapter by GingerNobody

Summary:

Big glow bitch and angry red version of our beloved (not so anymore) murderous robot come to UA.

Also V1 gets some upgrades!
-GingerNobody

Notes:

Whelp. One quick proofread and neither of us knew how to continue it, so expect a time skip at the beginning of chapter eight

“I’ve never worked on something quite like this, but I’m sure I can try!” Mei beamed.  

“Good, good,” Nezu nodded. “You’re very skilled, I’m positive this will go well. 93 percent, at that.”  

With that, the rodent exited the room, leaving Mei, Midoriya, and the still powered-off V1 in the rather messy workshop.  

Currently, V1’s back plating was off, and various wires were connected to a computer at the side of the room. Mei was typing away at the keyboard, checking through the war robot’s code.  

“Is there any way to... change any of this?” Midoriya asked, hovering at her side. To him it all looked like hieroglyphics, but maybe she had some semblance of an idea of whatever the hell kind of alphabet soup he was looking at.  

“Unfortunately not. V1’s code is entirely reliant on itself. I can only add. Removing anything could cause it to completely malfunction.” The pink-haired girl sighed. “Whoever built this thing really didn’t want anyone tampering with it.”  

The room fell silent aside from the clicking keys of the keyboard. It was hours before Mei finally disconnected V1 from the computer and dragged it onto the table.  

“Wh-What are you doing?” Midoriya asked. “I thought you were only going to change its code?”  

“I’m upgrading it,” the support class student said as if it was perfectly clear what she was doing.  

 

-Time skip because lazy lol-  

 

“Aaaand there~!” Mei sighed. after six hours their job was finally done as she pulled the drive she had just uploaded out from V1. “That should upload it... and then maybe it’ll actually call you Midoriya!”  

“ Still mad you wouldn’t let me paint it with a fresh coat... ” she grumbled.  

Click, clack, clink, clunk!  

Gears shifted and circuitry whirred as the robot’s new lens slowly flickered to life.  

“VERSION ONE, ON,” a mechanical voice said. Certainly not V1’s. “COMMENCING REPAIRS...” More gears clicked into place, and it flexed its hand open and closed. “CHANGES DETECTING, IDENTIFYING...”  

More clicking, and the robot’s neck cracked. “CHANGES CONFIRMED AND ACCEPTED. ACTIVATING UNIT.”  

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V1 looked around itself, raising its right arm and closing his hand.  

“Woah,” it said simply, its voice much more... human? The robot tilted its head to view the room before looking to Mei.  

“...You installed a database into my system?” it asked, looking at Mei.  

“A database of every important figure you’d need to know! And everyone attending UA, of course,” the pink-haired girl giddily explained.  

“Thank you?” V1 said, half to itself and half to Mei. “I’ve never experienced anything like this before, I-... am speechless. Is this what being human is like..?”  

Mei lit up brighter than the sun - of which unfortunately had gone down hours ago - at this, saying, “I did it myself! With Izuku’s help of course, but I still did it!”  

V1 easily broke out of its meager restraints like a child would break the smallest of twigs between their fat little fingers and stepped in front of Mei, leaning its head down to look into the young woman’s eyes. Slowly, it brought its hand to hers and clenched it softly.  

“Thank you.”  

“Don’t thank me. I only did the upgrades, thank Principle Nezu for the changes to your code.”  

 

-Later...-  

 

Tick, tack.  

Tick, tack.  

Tick, tack.  

The soft sound of robotic feet pattering the UA’s floors echoed throughout the walls as V1 scanned the building’s architecture. It found small dents, most likely from in-school fights, but it didn’t bother to observe further. The robot’s lens landed on the door to its classroom, and it stepped in front of it, its hand clasping the doorknob with a firm grasp and “slowly” opening the door with probably enough force to crush someone.  

Aizawa was there, previously talking to the students about something before he had abruptly stopped at V1’s entrance. “Ah, speak of the devil,” he mumbled. He cleared his throat. “How are you feeling?”  

“I fought what a human would consider a devil... about three times before. They’re pretty weak once you hit its tail enough times,” V1 said. It paused.  

“I’m feeling better than I have in a while. I guess a new coat of paint wouldn’t be something I’d complain about though.” 

The entire class, aside from Midoriya, gaped at their teacher.  

“What did you do,” was the first thing that broke the silence. It was Todoroki who was now standing at Midoriya’s desk. The other students were quick to throw in accusations, too, before Nezu cleared his throat and silenced the entire room.  

“Recoding it to be more...” he paused for a moment. “ Human-friendly was my idea. You can thank Mei for the exterior upgrades.”  

The room then fell into a series of ‘oohhh...’s before it once again was silent.  

V1 was also silent, looking around the room before making a real (as real as it can get for a robot) sighing noise. “This must be what humans term... awkward silence.”  

The closed door of class 1-A was suddenly and inexplicably greeted with a face-full of angel foot as Gabriel kicked it down and strolled in without a care in the world.  

“Machin!-“ The Archangel paused for a long moment, studying V1. “...What in the Father happened?” he asked quickly with such a tone not even his helmet could betray the confusion in his voice.  

V1 turned around and waved quickly to the archangel. “Hi Gabe.”  

“...Gabe?” Gabriel asked angrily, teleporting to V1. “Oh-ho-ho, no, we are not doing nicknames.”  

“Okay, Grandpa.”  

“I AM NOT-” Gabriel sputtered out, pointing a finger at V1 before his arm limped and he groaned. “What even happened to you?”  

“Tried to kill the three best students here,” V1 said nonchalantly as if such an occurrence was a normal Tuesday for it. “Almost did but Aizawa luckily stopped me. Must’ve defaulted to my programming. Then I got upgraded, so now I’m sentient and it’s this whole ordeal I’d really rather not go through right now.”  

Nezu, watching this whole ordeal, giggled like a schoolgirl, “Look at this drama!” he exclaimed in a loud squeak. “Maybe take this fight outside, though? We don’t need more casualties.”  

The blade of Splendor stopped mere centimeters away from Nezu’s throat. “Shut up, rat,” Gabriel spat out, “before I gut you like one.”  

“What’s wrong, Grandpa?” V1 asked mockingly, a pixelated smirking face appearing on its lens. “Your senility getting to you?”  

“I will slice that stupid head off your stupid body,” Gabriel said threateningly. In reality, he sounded more like a child throwing a tantrum. Well, a big Archangel child, but... that’s semantics.  

“No balls,” V1 teased. Gabriel reluctantly nodded and backed off with a sulk.  

Aizawa cleared his throat, breaking the silence that followed the two’s interaction, “We should probably get on with class, and I do believe you owe Mirio an apology.”  

“...Who’s Mirio?” V1 asked, its tone one of genuine confusion. V1 was met with a deadpan from Aizawa. The hero turned to Midoriya after a moment.  

“You’re sure Mei didn’t mess with its memory?” he asked.  

“W-Well... I was but I’m not sure anymore...” the greenette replied nervously.  

Aizawa let out an exasperated sigh. “ Fantastic. ”  

“...You act like I’m supposed to know this name. Are they a human like you? Maybe they’re in my database,” V1 suggested.  

“He should be, and while you’re at it, check wherever you store your memory if you can. I just... need to be sure of something.”  

The robot gave a slight nod, its head tilting up and its wings fluttering ever-so-slightly. V1’s foot tapped lazily on the ground as it scanned itself. It stopped suddenly.  

“Oh, wow,” the robot said to itself. “Seems like something did happen. I’m detecting unfamiliar sequences in my circuitry, meaning someone tampered with my code... and I know for a fact that the engineers who made me did not want that. Maybe my memory loss is part of a failsafe?”  

“ FUCK! ” the hobo-looking man shouted to no one in particular (other than earning at least 12 shocked faces from his students, one of which being Iida). He held his face in his hands for a few seconds before turning back to V1. “How much do you remember from before you got here?”  

V1’s pixelated face showed... shock, maybe. “Woah! First time I’ve heard you curse, big guy.” The robot cleared its... th-throat? Maybe? “Anyway... I remember a few days ago we went to the USJ and... and...”  

The war machine paused. “Huh. That’s- weird. I don’t remember anything after we got off the bus. Now that I think about it... there are quite a few gaps in my memory. It’s been oddly peaceful after I got here. I don’t remember much of anything.”  

Gabriel’s gloved hand landed on V1’s shoulder plate. “Do you remember your ventures in Hell?”  

“All of those seem to be perfectly intact,” V1 said, “even up to the slight glow of Minos’ snake-ball-thing.”  

“...Snake-ball-thing?”  

“Yeah, he really likes throwing glowing, golden snakes at me as projectiles,” V1 explained.  

“...I won’t ask.” Aizawa sighed. “Everyone get your suits on and V1...”  

“Don’t try and kill them.”  

 

The soft sound of metal feet swishing against grass was the only sound populating the ears of the Class 1-A students as they filed onto the field for Defense class. V1 stood in front of them, observing their actions while recording their identities in its memory.  

“You’ll be working in pairs of two for today,” the robot said with a deep, crisp robotic voice. “Pick partners with quirks that compliment your own, or people you work well with in general.”  

The students paired up quickly, with some groups – namely Midoriya and Bakugo – chatting idly. Though the aforementioned duo was more of Bakugo shouting at a very unphased Midoriya.  

V1 nodded and fluttered its wings outward before letting them rest lazily at its side. “You’ll be sparring with me,” it said. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. Now, who wants to go first?”  

It was silent for a few moments before Tokoyami raised his hand. His partner, Todoroki, didn’t seem to mind.  

“Did I say you had to raise your hand?” V1 asked simply, raising his hand in a ‘come’ sort of motion. Its hand lazily twirled a bright golden coin. “This exercise is about teamwork,” the robot emphasized. If it was able to stare daggers at Bakugo, it would. “Not strength. Don’t announce to an opponent when you’re going to attack them, that’s just plain stupid.”  

“Most heroes do that, Sensei. Why shouldn’t we?” Iida asked with a light hand chop.  

V1 was in front of the boy in an instant. “Because this isn’t hero work,” it said, “this is battle. Battle isn’t fair, it’s a thing that should be taken advantage of. You wouldn’t announce to a villain that you were coming after them, would you? Treat me like a villain, then.”  

The students whispered among themselves at V1’s words. Bakugo, however, not wasting another second launched himself at V1 with his hand cocked back and ready to strike. His palm connected his V1’s chest plate and he sent V1 stumbling back with an explosion. Bakugo then swung his leg at V1’s head. The robot grasped the young boy’s leg with almost ease, its lens flickering with what seemed like anger as it chucked Bakugo across the field.  

“Ugh...” V1 muttered out. “How many times do I have to tell you, Pomeranian? You’re just going to get yourself injured if you continue to attack without the assistance of your team.”  

“I don’t need them!” Bakugo shouted, his arrogance on full display, “They’re just extras! I’m going to become the number one hero without them!”  

The robot responded with a sigh, its lens flickering once more.  

“...This is why I hate humans with a fiery passion sometimes. So arrogant to believe that they’re able to do eeeeeeverything by themselves. When will you realize that in the grand scheme of this world, you’re useless? You serve absolutely ZERO purpose, and you will continue to do so, should you not fix your behavior. Fix your mindset or I will do it forcefully.”  

The blonde-haired boy stood there, looking shellshocked. The class was silent at V1’s words. Slowly, Todoroki came up to stand beside Bakugo and gave him a smile. He responded with a scoff. The two then turned to their sensei, bracing themselves into fighting stances.  

Bakugo leapt at V1 while Todoroki sent a sheet of ice at the robot. The blonde kicked V1 where it’s ribs would’ve been if it had them and sent it sliding across the ice. The robot scoffed at the weak attack and its wings slammed into the ice, shearing off large amounts of blue-white crystal as they slowed it down. It nodded slightly, picking itself back up with relative ease as its sensors... dinged? V1 held out a single hand to the two boys rushing toward it.  

“Halt, immediately,” it said plainly. “My sensors are detecting a large energy spike in the surrounding area.”  

The two students paused in their movements at V1’s command (even if Bakugo looked like he wanted to attack V1 head on for stopping them).  

It was just as V1’s sensors had seen; the energy spike could soon be felt by everyone on the field as a portal sparked to life. Slow at first, nothing but a swirling orange mass of energy before it opened fully, allowing the students and V1 to peer inside. Coarse, golden sand sputtered out of the portal. Slowly, at first, before turning into a massive wave. V1’s quick reaction managed to get all of the students out of the way before any of them were (seriously, at least) injured.  

V1 stepped with an almost threatening tone towards the massive pile of moving sand.  

“Come out.”  

“Maaaaan!” a voice shouted, higher and more emotional than V1’s, though still obviously made by a robot. A robot, one looking almost identical to V1, though starkly red in coloration, bounded out of the sand pile and landed in front of V1. “You’re ruining all the fun even here. Hey, what layer is this?”  

“Not a layer, V2,” V1 responded, pointing to the UA behind it.  

“Woah, that a...” V2 started, scanning the large building. “School? Think I was supposed to protect that stuff back when I was actually still going to be maybe mass-produced.”  

V1 grunted(?) in disapproval. “We were both discontinued, Version 2. You’re not special.”  

V2 jerked its thumb backward, its shiny red paint still glossy. “He is.”  

Another figure emerged from the sand. A translucent golden body with bloodstained hands and a notably absent head (but there was a faint image of it... so... not really?). Their internals were still visible and their heart was beating... gross. The figure’s fist raised, and within less than a second their hand was gripped tightly around V1’s neck and the latter’s green revolver was pointed nicely at their head.  

“Sisyphus,” V1 said with as much of a light-hearted tone as it could muster, “good to see you again.”  

“Hello, tin can,” Sisyphus’ deep voice responded with a slight smile. “It is also good to see you. Your lens looks very destructible right now, if I do say so myself.”  

“V1,” Aizawa spoke up, moving to stand a few feet away from the robot, “I’d like an explanation. Who are these?”  

“This,” V1 said, pointing to its red counterpart, “is Version 2. V2 for short, if you must. They are my... upgrade, you can say, after the War ended. However, due to low consumer demand, there is only one of them, just like there’s only one of me. The big yellow guy’s name is Sisyphus. You know Greek mythology?”  

“I do, the kids might,” Aizawa said with a shrug.  

V1 smiled(???). “Then you know half of his backstory already. Good. After he died, he got sent to hell, yap yap yap, rose against Gabriel’s forces, yap yap yap, died and was imprisoned for all eternity in the Flesh Panopticon, yap yap yap now we’re here.”  

“...What in god’s name is the Flesh Panopticon?”  

“Big flesh cube with teeth and laser eyes and a slight dislike for anything that moves and/or breathes and/or generally exists in its vicinity, why?”  

“That answers none of my questions.”  

V2 snickered at the squabble. “That seems like a skill issue to me, man.”  

“If they’re your ‘upgrade’,” Momo began, taking a long look at V2, “Then how come you don’t look much different?”  

V2 gasped in surprise. “I find that highly offensive, human! How dare you compare me and that failure of a machine!?”  

“Can you rocket ride?” V1 asked blankly.  

“KILL YOURSELF!”  

V1 smiled, its lens flickering in amusement. Class 1A burst into a mixture of giggles and deranged hyena cackles.  

“Seems like someone’s angry,” V1 said with another flickering smile. It turned to V2. “Anyway, welcome to UA. Since you idiots got thrown in here as well, seems we’re going to have a lot of chaos happening.”  

“Jevil,” V2 mumbled, snickering.  

“Who?”  

“Uncultured swine!”  

V1 rolled its metaphorical eyes at the statement from its obviously less cool little brother, turning on its heel and starting to walk back inside.  

“Class is cancelled for today, as I’m sure you can tell,” it said, “I’ll get V2 and Sisyphus over here accustomed to this world.”  

“...We’ll get you a bigger room,” Aizawa told V1. “Probably the best course of action to keep you all together in one place.”  

“Agreed,” V1 responded. “If you would arrange that it’d be greatly appreciated. As of now though... I’ve got these two.”  

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Updated once in a blue moon U-U