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The weapon has been gone for six months, distort has been living the normal peaceful life of a loving son and brother With his monstrous hands tucked behind his back to hide the rivers of blood oozing from is pours for six whole months.
He doesn’t deserve that life, that thing is nothing but an experiment, a weapon of mass murder, distort is anything but a human. It was long ago that he lost the right to love and be loved, with every Family he ripped apart with just one flick of his scarred finger that right became more and more distant, and yet, the boy has managed to wiggle himself into a joyful little family of his own. He thinks he is allowed to ignore the screams whispering in his ears and the scars that cover almost all of his body that define him as property of the military. But he is not allowed to, he will never be allowed to.
Distort is the the military’s biggest success as well as it’s biggest failure, countless years went into sculpting that boy into a beautiful weapon capable of unfathomable amounts of harm and destruction, and now the boy is gone and has abandoned who he truly is. Rome and Rumiko gave him a taste of the outside world and were to stupid to realise the boy had grown attached to the freedom.
And as a result of their incompetence me, my brother, and the few remaining good for nothing military goons have to return that traitorous boy and fix the mistakes of his previous ‘owners’.
To the military and the authorities who are stupid enough to try locate and arrest me, I go by the name Comedy, thats not my true name but nowadays I'm more often referred to as Comedy, I don’t think I've been called my birth name since i was in m early 20’s and I'm now 32, all I am is comedy, and thats how I like it.
and my brother is called tragedy, we are twins with mirroring quirks and similar, all most identical appearances, on the left side of my face is half of a comedy mask, It’s a cosmetic that came as a part of my quirk, i was born with it on my face and as ive grown and my face has morphed, so to has the mask. Other than being a vital part of my quirk it also helps to hide the grotesque mutilated skin.
As children me and my brother lived in a war zone, one day an individual solider found me and brother and decided to use his quirk on us as some kind of brutal punishment for being born his enemy, he pushed our faces together side by side, the left slide of my face pressed against the right side of my brothers as the corrupt soldier poured acid from his hand down onto us, the result was our faces being permanently disfigured, the entire left side my body is in a constant ate of boiling, my red raw flesh constantly bubbling off the bone, the flesh that is not melting is covered in disgusting burns and boils its a sickening sight to say the least, sometimes, in a quiet room, you might be able to hear a sizzle as mine and my brothers skin bubbles, maybe you’ll be able to hear as our skin unsticks from our masks when remove them.
Other than to hide my Bubbling skin the mask serves as an item That allows me to use and activate my quirk, my quirk is the as my name, comedy I take off the mask and place it onto my victims face, upon contact the mask welds onto my victims face, bonds with their veins and nerves until it’s practically just another part of the items face, theres no Way they can do to force it of, they can try their best, they can dig their finger nails under the porcelain mask and desperately peel the mask off their face, but it won’t work, either they will be left with a sore face and the mask will still be on, or, if they somehow manage to remove the mask, they will be left with a partially devolved face and the mask will immediately reattach after being taken off.
only I can take it off them, but it’s hilarious to see my pathetic victims clawing at their faces to remove what their grubby fingers cant remove.
After the mask is moulded with their face my quirk activates and I have control of their comedic memory’s, my quirk allows me to throw my victims back into their most comedic memory’s, they re-experience every smell, taste, sight, and sound, they are fully emerged into their past memory, it feels real, and I can make it as as long as I want, if the mask is on their face I can control what the see, I can loop the same memory, I can make them see a new memory, and sometimes, if the memory is linked with a very strong emotion like Fury or depression i can manipulate it, as long I find it comedic, I can change the memory in anyway I want.
On the other hand, my brother tragedy has a theatrical tragedy mask on his right side, together our masks make one whole two sided mask, much like we are one person split in two, my brothers quirk is also much like mine, but he has the unique ability to show a point time where his victims experienced a great tragedy, he torments them with reminders of times where they lost wives, children and brothers, where they witnessed unfathomable horrors that cannot be spoken without Cursing the tongue that utters them, anything despicably painful and trade can be forced to the forefront of his victims mind.
People often think my brother is the one to be afraid of and that I'm nothing more than a stupid joker with what’s supposed to be a heroic or childish quirk, people think that because his quirk makes his seem much more sadistic, he can show people their greatest tragedy, their lowest lows and make them relive it over and over and over until their mind is in shattered into a hundred tiny pieces. but we’re both in the same line of work, twins in the corrupt military that slowly teaches people within it to murder and torture without a second thought, me ad tragedy joined the military willingly and love the amount of blood on our hands, we revel in the soothing sound of innocent screams, we are both unapologetically evil, just because his quirk seems more petrifying doesn't mean it is.
I can show people their most comedic moments, but who gets to determine what’s funny and what’s not?
In the case of my quirk, I choose what’s funny, in this situation, I do.
and I’ve been told i have a rather ‘sadistic’ sense of humour.
Doctor Rumiko and Rome, the previous individuals responsible for the quirkless rehabilitation act some how fucked up their very simple task of crafting the perfect weapon and now the rest of the military is in ruins, two pathetic clueless men have ruined everything, and the only thing they ever did right was create distort and he evolved into being a traitor to the people who made him who he is, without the military he’d be nothing but he turned his back on the people who made him something.
Me and my brother have to rebuild the quirkless rehabilitation act from the ground up, in fact, we wont just rebuild it we want to improve it, find more of those rotten quirkesss and fix them, and this time they will succeed with no casualties, those defects will be rebuilt into something beautiful. But to re-build back what the military once had we ae going to need the boy back, we need to study him and find out we makes him tick and replicate it, and maybe in the process of returning the boy they might collect the other two traitors.
Kuros caretakers, both of them gave the police more information about the quirkless rehabilitation ac as well as solider act A in exchange for less time in prison, they gave over confidential information for their own gain.
amber rosemary, one of the caretakers was only apart of the military because her darling daughter was taken hostage by a former member of the military. the military needed ambers skills and there was only one to gain them easily and without a fight, before her daughters kidnapping she was working in a small flower shop, using her ability’s to conjure up Extravagant stunning fora, bits of nature that don’t exist anywhere but her mind or hands, she used her strong quirk to make flowers plants to sell in jaw dropping bouquets, her gift allowed her to make all sorts of plats, even poisonous ones, the deadliest of plants could be manifested from Her gentle hands as long as the plant she wanted to make obeyed the laws of physics it can be willed into reality, the military wanted that gift, needed it.
During her time in the military she worked day and night trying to earn the right to see her baby girl again, she fought like a machine on the field and then once she was transferred onto soldier act A as a care taker, she cared and protected Kuro like he was her son own, she didn’t get her daughter back until she was realised from police custody
And the second Caretaker, Axel, he was already a member of the military, he joined as a young man in his 20’s, a true man of tragedy, his high school sweetheart and loving wife, Eliza, died in house fire, the very first house, the home they wanted to spend their long loving marriage in Ended up being her final resting place, and to make the event even worse, she was pregnant at the time of her passing, 4 months along with a baby boy.
After her death he fell down a dark hole of substances and crime, his wife took a part of him when she died and he spiralled in an attempt to fill it, alcohol, drugs, theft, anything to fill the Eliza shaped hole in his heart, nothing worked.
Eventually he gave all that up and joined the military for one purpose, to die, He took every mission, he walked head fists inti every battle with fierce determination o make every battle his last, all he wanted was to die without dirtying his hands without his own blood, he always said that if he killed himself that ‘his wife wouldn’t want to hold his hands in the after life if they were soaked with his own drained out life’ unfortunately For him he was to prideful to go out without a fight. His self pity and anger made him a formidable weapon, he was forced into being apart of solider act A, he attempted to leave many times, but once he was assigned to look after Kuro he stopped trying to die, he was more careful, looked after himself a bit better.
He didn’t tell anyone exactly why Kuro made him change himself so much, but it was clear to everyone that he cared greatly for the boy, funny how life always seems to take away people who Are so loved.
Both Axel and amber are selfish bastards with no loyalty, sure amber was forced into the military and Axel never signed up to be involved in the corrupt side of the military, and they both also got dragged kicking and screaming into the squadrons involved in solider act A and the quirkless rehabilitation act and they despised every moment of their Work, but they should have gathered at least a little loyalty!
Either way, they need to be punished, and they will be soon, Axel, Amber, and distort.
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Izuku has been living with Yamada, Aizawa Hitoshi and Eri for 6 months now, and he’s never felt happier, his heart has swelled with safety and comfort from just being within the presence of his new family, almost every day he wakes up to the sun beaming it’s soft light through the window, something that he never got to experience in his concrete cell that he called home in the military base, once he drags himself out of his and Hitoshis shared room he is greeted in the living room by his dads Yamada and Aizawa, every day they ask him he he is, with worry in them expressions the question him on if he slept well, even if Izuku doesn’t always open up about his tough nights, its nice to know they care. After izuku is greeted by the two groggy adults the chipper Eri comes waddling up to him to recount her dreams to him, she tells him about every dream whether its pleasant or a nightmare, she’s opened up a lot to izuku a lot since the night where he showed her his scars and fell asleep with her on the couch.
it makes him very happy, Izuku sees himself in her, a small child that has already seen the horrors of the world before they’d even hit double digits, he wants to give her the reassurance he was robbed of during his childhood, his childhood is gone, but hers is just beginning. After everyone being awake for 30 minutes Aizawa groans and goes up stairs to wake up Hitoshi so they can all enjoy a delicious breakfast prepared by Hizashi, Aizawa doesn't cook, and for good read, anything that he cooks ended up looking and tasting like a failed experiment, he’s banded from cooking anything except cup noodles.
Thats how the vast majority of his days start but unfortunately, life isn’t always kind to him , not very day can be perfect, not every day can even be good.
Some days he wakes up and all he can see is the bloodied faces of the hundreds of innocent peoples he’s killed over the years glaring at him through the walls, he sees their blood dripping down through the cracks a crevices through of his home and drowning him in all of his sins, it doesn't matter how many times he apologises to the ghosts that haunt him, how many times he blinks his eyes to reset his vision and hope that they’ll go away, they don’t, glitching eyes fade in and out of walls, their gaze always set on Izukus hands, the hands that stole their lives.
Sometimes the eyes showing at him just make him cower and quiet down, other days he gets frustrated and angry with himself for being so pathetically fixated on the past and it causes him to snap at his loved ones, the military's conditioning on him runs deep in his beneath his skin, like a trees roots, the manipulation is latched onto the soil of his soul, he doesn’t want to yell, he doesn't want to look at himself in the mirror and see Rome looking back at him. he acts like an animal backed into a corner by predators, he snaps and shouts at the people he holds dear when they’ve done nothing but show him love in a moment where they can tell he isn’t himself. Izuku regresses back to the fearful monster he was back in the war,
Every time he raises his voice at Hitoshi or Aizawa or anyone he feels deeply ashamed of himself, it’s disgusting side of himself, seeng Hitoshi shrink back when izuku yells, ad having to promise to Eri that he isn’t actually angry at her breaks his heart and its his own fault.
He knows in theory that he's safe, that he can lower his guard, and he has, he has lowered may of of his walls, but most of them stay up and firm, he cant help but listen to the sickly smooth tone of Rome yelling in his ears that all the peace he thinks he has is a delusion that he's made up in his mind.
Days where his mind goes to aggression and frustration when he’s overwhelmed by his shameful past are bad, but his friends and family tell him that when he goes quiet when his mind Sets him back in his past of hell is even worse, like a faulty robot, he only speaks up to mumble a response to a question, his family and friends try their hardest to snap him out of his dissociation But no amount of stupid dad jokes or cuddles can fixed him on a day like that, they tell him it makes them feel helpless, they cant do anything to help because he wont let them, he shut them out completely.
On the outside He’s quiet but within his brain he's hyperaware of every little memory that wiggles it’s way to the front of his mind, every flashback feels more intense and heavy on his shoulders and all the comfort people offer him is twisted and manipulated until it appears like its offered with malice even when he knows logically there’s no way the love being offered him is not meant to cause him harm or fear he cant physically accept it, every cell in his body screams at him to run away from whatever is giving him kindness before it ends badly.
He doesn’t want to be like this he wants to be happy, to be norma, he should be normal By now, he has friends, family, a home, but he still acts ungrateful and afraid, its pathetic.
Despite everything, none of his friends nor family have grown frustrated with him, they should hate him by now, but they’ve instead held his hand and guided him back down to earth with every breakdown, soft hands wafting way the storm clouds choking him mind and instead hold him in a gentle hug.
They should hate him, but their love grows stronger every day, and Izuku is so grateful, no amount of ‘thank yous’ and hugs could show them how much they’ve all changed his life for the better, they’ll never know how much they’ve done.
Shoto and Hitoshi showed him how it feels to be have fun without a worry in the world.
Yamaada and aizawa showed him what it feels like to have a family.
Most days are hard, some are shit and some a really shit, but, dotted between all those hard days are beautiful joyful day where he can smile and laugh and forget about hi past completely. He’s in therapy now and even though he sometimes doesn't feel like he’s recovering he knows in his heart that he’s definitely recovering very slowly, a couple months he new would of imagined that a ‘good day’ is something he can experience, if you told him that he would be happy and free he would of scoffed.
Things are changing, and thats a good thing, a great thing, the road of change is definitely a ending road, but who said recovery is easy?
Izuku is taking it slow, one day, one day he will put everything behind him and live every day like a normal boy that has never seen the horrors of war, he will do it, not only does he want that for himself, he also wants it for all the other kids ho passed way from the military’s experiment.
He owes it to everyone.
He owes it to Kuro.
He will live happily and peacefully for Kuro and for himself.