Chapter 1: Prologue
Chapter Text
Humans were complicated. The dragon had always known that. Simple creatures couldn’t have torn the world asunder the way they did. And simple creatures certainly couldn’t have rebuilt it from stone and steel. And simple creatures certainly could not have somehow managed to jumpstart the development of magic for their species.
And yet that last point had opened up an opportunity. She could use this. She could use them. Just as they’d thought they could use her.
But she needed a perfect candidate. One that she didn’t need to waste time teaching basics. She needed one who could hunt and fight already. Her options were quite limited in this era, most humans lived sedentary lives. It was pathetic really. If she was so inclined, they’d make such easy prey. Lucky for them, she didn’t want the attention. As much as it pained her to dim her flames, to slink in the shadows.
Fire was not meant to hide. It was meant to burn bright.
The obvious candidates were heroes. They hunted their villains, and fought them too. But choosing someone too bright would have consequences. It was only centuries of experience that allowed her to defy the need to burn. No, she would have to start with a soul aligned to shadow. One who was naturally suited to slinking through the dark.
Seeking shadows meant joining them, and she found herself defying her nature further to shun the sun in favor of the moon. It ached. Her blood burned. Her scales itched, even when her form was human and they weren’t actually there. Her disguise was barely held together.
For almost two centuries fire stalked the night. In defiance of nature, and in defiance of death. She would not be found. To be found was to die. And she would not die without planting the seed. Without making sure her species could begin again.
And if she got to burn humanity in the process? Well that would just be poetic.
The humans even gave her a name. An honor she could share with no one. To be feared enough to be named. They called her Reaper. Certainly not unique, but an honor nonetheless. And ironic. She would reap a soul eventually. Just not for death.
The hint of magic burning within humanity was enough. Enough to enact a ritual as old as time. One that had been forbidden long ago.
She would raise a human as a dragon. Ascend them beyond what they were. Make them worth something.
It was only right she was picky. This human would be the first of the new blood. Her line would die with her, she was not interested in a human mate. She had to choose well. That was why it took so long.
But now, after nearly two centuries she had a potential mark.
The man could hunt efficiently. She’d taken to leaving him little hints. Things that nudged him towards prey he liked so she could watch. He never killed his prey, but that was the nature of heroes she’d noticed. They seemed to think they were better for keeping their hands clean. When his targets fought back the man showed his talent in battle. His instincts were good, well honed by experience. And he was naturally comfortable in the shadows, slinking unseen by all but the dragon herself. None were able to follow him without being seen either, again except the dragon herself. She wasn’t bothered by this exception though. She was an apex predator, every aspect of her built to hunt creatures like him. It was only natural she saw him and he didn’t see her. That could change. Even in the daylight, he naturally shifted away from attention.
It was details like this that told one what kind of dragon a soul would be if ascended. Without a natural bloodline to decide, it was decided by the soul’s natural affinity. A man who spent all his time shrouded in darkness to stalk, slinking away when eyes turned his way was easily shadow aspected. Exactly what she needed.
She watched him for weeks. This couldn’t be rushed. He had a day job too, teaching young humans to fight from the looks of it. Another plus. He would teach the next generation well. But eventually nothing more could be learned watching his routine. She needed to test him directly.
The reaper was ready to claim a soul.
Chapter 2: Change
Summary:
It begins here. Shota had a peculiar stalker, and their meeting will change his life. Whether that's a good thing remains to be seen.
Notes:
You get both the prologue AND this chapter to start because I think the prologue is too short on its own.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Shota Aizawa knew he was being followed.
He knew there were eyes on him in the dark. But he just couldn’t pinpoint where. It was pure instinct that told him they were there at all. Instincts that had never failed him before.
So when his shift was supposed to end at three in the morning, he didn’t go home. He couldn’t lead a stalker there. Instead he moved across the city as fast as he could hoping to lose them first. But the feeling never left, and Shota was starting to feel a cold dread. He’d never met a stalker he couldn’t lose. What kind of villain was he facing if they could keep up with his best efforts to ditch them?
Still, he didn’t falter. He kept moving, hoping to catch a glimpse. If he couldn’t lose them, he had to confront them. It wasn’t until he’d nearly reached the far edge of the city he finally caught something. A flicker of movement. His reaction was instant, lunging for it with his capture weapon ready to grab whoever it was.
His weapon missed, but he’d found his target. The stalker sidestepped the weapon and laughed.
“Oh! You weren’t supposed to see me yet! Consider me impressed” a woman’s voice called out, sounding downright delighted.
The woman in question was dressed in dark clothes. Dark sweatshirt, dark pants. Exactly what one would wear to sneak around at night. The hood had fallen when she dodged the attack, revealing her hair and face properly. Her hair was a bright red in contrast, pulled back into a loose ponytail. And her eyes were piercing gold, watching Shota with what could only be described as amusement.
Shota had expected anger. Some jerk with a grudge, or someone who just hated heroes. Not whatever this was. But he wasn’t a pro for no reason, and he lunged into battle without hesitation.
“Good instincts. But are you put off by fear?” the woman said.
Shota just wished he had any idea what the hell she was on about. Something invisible shifted though. Her very presence seemed to become more intense. Something about her caused a deep rooted fear to stir. This wasn’t just being afraid. This was a primal instinct, buried somewhere deep within screaming ‘ danger’ . Something deep within his very nature warned him that death was in front of him.
But none of that mattered. This woman had stalked him and clearly had a reason for doing so, no matter how confused Shota himself was by it. So he shoved that deep instinctive fear aside and kept up his attack.
His kick was dodged, as were the two punches that followed. And the woman never moved to attack. She just watched with an eager expression.
Eventually instead of dodging, she caught Shota’s fist in her hand and twisted his arm painfully behind his back before slamming him down onto the flat rooftop beneath them. It was pure luck he managed to turn his head in time to not break his nose.
“I’ve seen enough. You’ll do nicely” the woman decided.
“For what ? I’m not doing anything for you!” Shota snapped.
There had been villains before who wanted him to do their dirty work. This had to be that right? That whole fight was implied to be some kind of test. Too bad for her Shota would die before taking orders from a villain.
“You will become more than what you are now. The details can be explained later. I need to take you somewhere better suited, and something tells me you won’t go nicely. So sleep, we’ll talk later. When you’re worth acknowledging”
Her hand reached for a pressure point Shota recognized instantly, but he wasn’t able to thrash away before darkness claimed him.
—
Shota woke up feeling like he’d just fallen off a cliff. Everything ached. His head pounded. And something felt off he couldn’t place. It took him a long moment to realize he wasn’t even lying down. He was standing. More specifically, he was standing over the mangled body of what he assumed was a deer. And that was when he realized what was so off.
He was standing on four legs. An extra set of limbs extended from his shoulders. Another behind his rear legs. A glance back revealed wings and a tail . And a body covered in black scales. It appeared to be his own very sharp talons that had mauled the animal in front of him judging from the amount of blood decorating them. That would explain the metallic taste in his mouth. Had he been eating it?
Shota did the very sensible thing and cursed. Loudly. Because what the fuck? Was this some kind of shapeshifting quirk?
“Lucid again, are we?” a voice called in response.
Shota whirled around, baring his teeth on instinct, wings flaring out to make himself look bigger.
He was met with a familiar golden stare, but the creature it came from certainly wasn’t a human woman anymore. She looked a lot like him actually from what he saw, but her scales were a glittering ruby red compared to his dark ones that only shone slightly with a matte sheen. He was dark steel next to a sparkling gemstone. The glittering creature was lying on the ground, looking at him with her head tilted curiously.
His last memory was also of the person with that voice and eyes kidnapping him.
“Explain. Now” he growled. Literally, his chest rumbled ominously. He didn’t mind that at least. It got his point across.
“What do you think is happening?” she countered.
“I’m not in the mood for games. I don’t know what kind of quirk you’ve hit me with but I need you to explain ” Shota continued to growl, the sound only getting louder.
“Right idea, but you refuse to step outside your perceived reality. Allow me to expand it then,” she stood up and stretched, “I am a dragon. And now, so are you. I gave you my blood, charged with my power and ascended you beyond humanity”
“I told you I’m not in the mood for-”
“You are standing in front of me cloaked in scales. Still decorated with the blood of your prey. And surely you feel the power in your veins? That’s not a silly ‘quirk’ as you call them. That’s old magic. True magic. Believe me or not, I have gifted you power beyond anything you could dream of before” the red dragon doubled down.
Because despite Shota’s misgivings, she was a dragon. At least in form. She could easily be like the dragon hero he knew and just be using some kind of quirk. But that wouldn’t explain him. Because he felt off. Aside from his body and senses. It was like something in his head had been rewired. His thoughts and memories were his, but the instincts running in the background that he’d always trusted had changed somehow. Some were familiar. He was still alert for danger, still ready to slip into the dark and remain unseen. Others were less so. Like his nose picking up the scents of animals and helpfully telling his brain ‘prey’.
He flashed his quirk at her, hoping it would fix everything for him. It didn’t.
“Undo this,” Shota demanded.
“Can’t. Even if I wanted to. But I don’t. I spent nearly two hundred years picking out a human worth ascending. You don’t get to back out”
“Stop fucking with me” Shota snarled.
He was getting tired of this. He was being toyed with. Expected to believe some impossible nonsense about magic and dragons. Seriously?
“By all the- you want to look human again? You can take human form. It’s a bit uncomfortable, but you get used to it. Just grasp at the power in your blood and compress it into the right shape. Should be easy for you since you know what it’s like to be human. That won’t take away the truth of things, but maybe you’ll be less of a snarly malum ”
Shota huffed, but tried it anyway. What was there to lose really? It took a few minutes, time he spent glaring at his company while figuring it out. But eventually the world seemed to rapidly grow bigger around him as he shrank from roughly the size of a horse with wings back to the size and shape of a man. His clothes were still on thankfully, but his capture weapon was gone, and a quick check of his pockets revealed his phone was too.
“I left your things on the roof. Either someone found them or you can go get them” the red dragon shared.
“You’re going to let me leave? Just like that?” Shota questioned, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“You are clearly the stubborn type. You’ll learn through experience. Believe what you want, you’ll accept the truth eventually. I’ll be keeping an eye on you. A warning though - don’t go telling anyone what we are. Humans are cruel creatures, and those that know we exist would kill for dragons’ blood. I will do what I must to protect us from that. Anyone you tell I will kill. Are we clear?”
Shota considered attacking at that. But his opponent was currently a large scaly creature as tall as a large truck at the shoulders. Even if he went back to the larger form he’d been in, he was smaller. And unfamiliar with that body. Not to mention he couldn’t land a single hit when they’d met on the roof. No, it angered him but attacking was not a move he could make. He had no way to counter the threat, and he hated the helpless feeling it left him with. Another growl left him unbidden.
The dragon in front of him just laughed, “Do challenge me when you’ve grown a bit. It’ll be fun. But for now, I’m invested in your survival. If you need me, call for Reaper. That’s what your kin have named me” and with that she was gone, a massive gust of wind from her wings battering Shota as she took off.
Shota just stood there staring at where she’d been for a long moment. What had just happened? Had any of that been real? He’d think he’d hallucinated his own part if he couldn’t still feel raw energy of some sort buzzing in his veins. He knew the name Reaper. It was a killer the police had been looking for as long as Shota could remember. No one who saw them survived.
Apparently he was the first. Because Reaper had decided to fuck with him or something. She had to be lying, but the power he could feel was definitely real and not leaving even with her gone. He had no idea what was true right now.
Oh, and now he was in the middle of the woods covered in blood and dirt. With no idea how to get home. Truly a terrible day.
He just barely managed to catch the scent of gasoline on a breeze eventually, and chose that way to walk. He needed to get home first. He could sort out the rest later.
Notes:
Being kidnapped and magically transformed into another species really is just a terrible no good very bad day isn't it?
Share some thoughts if you'd like. I'm curious if my hook actually hooks anyone.
Chapter 3: Perception
Summary:
Going home is a miserable experience
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Everything was wrong. Nothing felt real.
People gave Shota a wide berth as he trudged through the city, the blood and dirt covering him from head to toe spooking them. He didn’t really mind though, if anything he was glad for the breathing room. His senses were so overwhelmed he felt almost drunk.
It turns out a sensitive nose picked up a lot in the city. Steel, stone, gasoline, all different people and animals. That was the worst problem by far. Every breath felt almost suffocating as information threatened to overwhelm his brain. The sounds were a close second though, his mind unable to keep up with the sheer volume. They were at least familiar though. The smells assaulting his nose had been completely beyond his perception before.
That was just his senses though. What was really wrong was his mind.
It was something one couldn’t put into words. The way his mind was reacting to reality was fundamentally different. It was like someone had gone ahead and changed all the rules on him. And Shota had always been very aware of the way his own mind worked. It was off putting, to have a different idea of what it should be doing while it handled things in a completely different way. He would have to relearn his own perception of the world if this didn’t wear off somehow. It was terrifying in a way none of the other things were. He prided himself on making logical choices, but how could he do that if all the logic had changed in an instant? The rug had been pulled out from under him and it was like he was a toddler struggling to find his footing.
His mind was processing all this information and he could barely keep up with what it actually meant. He paid more attention to this than his surroundings, letting muscle memory guide him down familiar sidewalks.
Things like cars and machines were being pushed to the back of his awareness, while people and animals were pulled to the front. His eyes wanted to hone in on the slightest movement from those living things, but he found them darting back and forth as people moved all around him. His mind seemed to rapidly process things into one of two categories: ‘prey’ and ‘things’ and react differently to both. What was concerning was that anything alive was shoved into that prey category, including people. His instincts were prepared to attack . And Shota most definitely didn’t want to attack random people. He was always on alert for people attacking him, but he’d never felt his instincts run with a need to attack anyone like this. The other category was equally strange but a little less terrifying, his mind calculating some sort of value of the things around him. If he wanted them, and how much of a fight they were worth. He wasn’t sure what the value was based on. Something in his head just approved of some things more than others, seemingly at random.
That was all Shota managed to sort out before he made it to his own front door. He didn’t have his keys or phone, so he was forced to knock. He would have rather slipped into his own room unseen by his roommate, but unfortunately he couldn’t get inside on his own. Unless he wanted to cause property damage anyway.
Hizashi Yamada opened the door and his eyes widened in surprise. Shota just blinked at him. What exactly was surprising about his best friend and roommate returning?
“Shota! You’re alright! Where have you been?” Hizashi ushered him inside like he might disappear. He was in his hero costume, but his hair was starting to sag like he had been working nonstop for far too long. And he looked exhausted, but relief was written all over his face.
Shota wasn’t much help in soothing him, everything still felt strange and wrong. But his body relaxed as he stepped into the apartment. Something deep in his messed up brain still recognized home, and upon recognizing his own scent in the place his body seemed to just relax. It was less overwhelming than outside, his own scent and Hizashi’s drowning out most others. Even if Hizashi’s hair smelled like the fakest fruit orchard in all of existence and Shota could smell it across the room.
Hizashi himself was fretting, those the dazed look Shota couldn’t wipe from his face probably wasn’t helping. But he was distracted again, his brain was cataloging everything in the apartment. But these ‘things’ were his things and he was checking they were all still there. Why were the coffee mugs more valuable than the TV? Shota still couldn’t find the logic in the process.
And Hizashi managed to be an exception to the whole system. Based on what Shota had picked up outside, Hizashi should have been sorted as ‘prey’. But Hizashi had somehow ended up in the ‘thing’ category and was the most valuable thing in the apartment according to whatever instinct was sorting everything.
At least he could agree with that rating. He’d never actually cared much for possessions before, but he’d always cared deeply for his old friend. Even if he didn’t express it much.
“Shota? Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?” Hizashi prodded, managing to yank Shota out of his head.
How many times had he called out? Everything felt surreal. Everything was sharper than it should be, the entire world was too loud and too smelly.
“Sorry. Quirk. Blood isn’t mine” he muttered in response.
That was the best answer he could give for now. The villain had claimed all sorts of other things, but since none of those things should be possible Shota would have to look into it. Maybe see what he could find on Reaper’s case file.
“What happened? Shota you’ve been gone for three days , we’ve had everyone looking!” anxiety crept into Hizashi’s voice.
Shota flinched, “Three days?”
That didn’t make sense. Had he been unconscious for that long? He’d assumed it had only been a few hours.
“You didn’t even know ? What happened?” Hizashi asked again, his voice quiet. Which really said a lot for him. Hizashi had been terrified.
Hot anger flared in Shota, surprising him. His kidnapper had hurt Hizashi by taking him. Nobody was allowed to mess with his things like that. Shota briefly considered taking off to rip Reaper apart before he caught himself.
That was. Concerning.
Shota wanted to tell Hizashi everything. But there was a threat hanging over anyone he might tell, from an enemy he hadn’t been able to beat. He could always tell later. Once he understood the risk. So for now he summed things up with careful omission.
“I had an unwanted stalker. So I picked a fight and lost. Woke up in the woods earlier today with a dead deer, that’s where the blood is from. No injuries as far as I know. But I had to walk all the way back. My phone and other things are probably still on the roof where we fought”
“Yeah, I found those. Tracked your phone when you didn’t come home in the morning” Hizashi still sounded worried.
What was Shota supposed to say? ‘Sorry for getting kidnapped’? He hadn’t exactly wanted it to happen.
But he could deal with that later. Once everything felt real again. If he was lucky, this would all wear off and go back to normal.
Unfortunately, Shota was not usually a lucky man.
Notes:
Present Mic has entered the chat with anxiety and mild trauma. Don't worry they'll be gay eventually. I have plans for these two.
Do you know how hard it is to write a chapter focused around someone's mind being fundamentally changed bc I rewrote this like three times and I'm posting it so I don't do so again. Dragon instincts are very confusing to man who still insists dragons can't be real and this must be quirk nonsense. His logic is holding him back in this case. Just a little.
The new semester has started at college, so I can't promise super fast writing but I'm still a couple chapters ahead on my doc so we have a buffer before I actually run out. Tentatively will post each weekend, but if I catch up to my doc and have nothing not much I can do until I write more lol. Please send writing energy.
Chapter 4: Madness
Summary:
Normal days aren't so normal anymore.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Shota was forced to take a day off from his teaching. He’d managed to fight it down to just one day, but apparently Nezu considered it completely necessary. Which was just ridiculous. He hadn’t had this much pushback after the USJ. Still, there was no winning against Nezu when he had his mind set.
All that meant was that Shota spent most of the day pacing his apartment. At some point he’d started rubbing his face against furniture like an oversized cat, which was just ridiculous. Still, something about it made him less… restless. And Hizashi was at work and not in the shared apartment to question it. So he just let it happen. It wasn’t worth fighting every little thing, better to save his energy for figuring out what the hell had actually happened.
He was luckily given access to Reaper’s files. As a hero targeted by the villain, it wasn’t really hard to plead his case. It didn’t give him much to go off of. Reaper was wanted for multiple murders, but until Shota had been able to describe her there hadn’t actually been a physical description. Usually people didn’t survive meeting her, they only knew it was Reaper doing the killings because all the crime scenes matched. Nothing left save for blood on the ground. They’d given the name to the killer with no idea who it actually was.
None of it explained what had happened to him. He knew what Reaper claimed but that couldn’t be right. Dragons didn’t exist, but dragon quirks did. She could be delusional, thinking she was actually a mythical creature. Shota had never heard of a dragon quirk that could somehow affect other people though. And it had done something to him. Even if he tried to write off physically being something else in the woods as some sort of wild dream, everything about himself was still all wrong. Dragon quirks didn’t go and rewrite someone else’s mind like this.
And he still couldn’t ask anyone else, the threat he didn’t yet know how to address hanging over his head. The file had only confirmed Reaper was dangerous. He couldn’t rush into telling anyone that he couldn’t assure would be protected.
Safe to say, his day off was a complete waste of time.
Things had started to feel a little more real by the time he went back to UA. Nothing had gone back to normal, but as time passed he just got used to it.
That didn’t stop Class 1-A from being far too loud. A growl tore itself out of him before he could stop himself, but luckily his students completely misinterpreted it. They started asking if he’d skipped breakfast, which led to the realization that he actually had. Not intentionally, he just wasn’t hungry and hadn’t thought about it. He still wasn’t hungry actually.
They did shut up though. And try to give him whatever snacks they had in their bags. Which he refused, of course. And then he had to calm them down properly and assure them he was fine after his brief kidnapping.
Teaching was surprisingly smooth after that. Though his students quickly became another anomaly in the system his mind had. Because at the start of the day they’d been sorted as prey like every other person. But by the end of their heroics class (which Shota had been supervising ever since the disastrous first class All Might had taught. Not officially, but if he was free for the period he was allowed to loom nearby and glare threateningly at the number one hero.) they had somehow changed their category. Every single one of them.
Except Mineta. And that was where the problem started. Because Mineta would not stop harassing other students. And while Shota had been keeping an eye on that situation to see if Mineta would learn or not, he’d never been quite this angry about it before.
Shota was a practical man. He watched, he waited, and he acted when the moment was right. He was not someone to be consumed by fury and make rash decisions. Yet that was exactly what he ended up doing when Mineta tried to slip into the girls’ changing room after class.
“You are done” Shota had declared, unable to stop himself any longer as he grabbed Mineta by the arm and dragged him to Nezu’s office.
Nobody even noticed how quick and angry the decision had been. Shota had been keeping documentation already in case he needed it, and so it looked to everyone else like Shota had just finally decided the kid was beyond redemption. But Shota knew. He’d felt the red hot anger, the energy that had been flowing through him since waking in the woods humming in his blood.
He didn’t regret it in the end though. He couldn’t, not when various girls from the class spent the rest of the day approaching to quietly thank him. Perhaps this was how it would have ended for that particular student anyway.
Still, Shota didn’t forget the way he’d acted. He desperately needed space to think, and the inside of the building suddenly felt way too small. So he didn’t go home after work. Instead he found himself up on a rooftop, trying to sort out his mind. Everything felt easier up there, high above the city. His head was clearer somehow.
He sorted through everything he knew. The categories everything was placed in. The anomalies to that system his class and closest friend presented. The way his emotions regarding those students had overwhelmed him. He’d channeled it into expelling Mineta, but something in him had wanted to hurt that child. He’d just appeased it by relishing in the emotional pain expulsion had caused. Whatever was wrong with him, it was genuinely dangerous to those around him.
He stayed up there so long the sun began to set. And that was when someone decided to join him.
“Waiting for the moon?” a familiar voice asked.
Familiar enough that Shota readied himself for a fight, scarf gripped tightly in his hand.
“Easy. We both know you won’t fare well in a fight with me just yet” Reaper just smiled like she was amused. Red wings were half folded against her back, reminding Shota of a demon.
“What do you want?” Shota demanded. Because she was right. He hadn’t even touched her in their last fight. Playing for information was the better move.
“I did say I’d be keeping an eye on you. Figure yourself out yet?” Reaper asked with a tilt of her head.
“Why do you care?” Shota snapped.
“Because I want you to survive. You won’t survive if you refuse to listen and do something stupid”
“Why me? You’ve killed countless others! I saw the files!”
That was the real question after all. Why would Reaper, a villain nobody ever saw and lived to tell the tale, decide to specifically spare one random hero? Reaper seemed to actually consider the question, until she opened her mouth and revealed what had actually confused her.
“Files? Are they actually tracking exactly how many humans I kill? They really do take these things personally. You do know there’s around seven billion humans, right? Eating one here and there isn’t going to run them to extinction. And you are the one I chose to ascend. The first step in bringing my own species back from the brink of extinction. You had the right skills and instincts to survive, so I picked you”
“You ate your victims?” Shota questioned, the rest of her response falling on deaf ears.
That was a horrifying note to add to the police reports.
“Yes? I don’t particularly enjoy eating humans, they’re too small and boney for my taste. But wasting prey is an affront to nature, so once I’d killed them it was only right. Do you expect me to leave perfectly good food to rot so I can go kill something else? If we all did that, the balance between predator and prey would fall apart” she just blinked at Shota in confusion like he was the weird one.
“What the fuck?” was all that Shota found himself able to say.
Somehow in all his years as a hero, cannibalism was one of the few things he hadn’t had to deal with. It was incredibly off putting, hearing someone talk about it like this.
“You don’t have to. Just make sure you eat once a week or so, or you will whether you want to or not. At some point instinct overrides our personal preferences” Reaper just rolled her eyes.
“You’re insane,” Shota decided.
“I’m perfectly sane. Just not human. You’ll understand in time. Just listen enough to go into the woods and hunt this weekend. You’ll be fine then. And take a flight under the moon. You look like you need it” Reaper said.
And then she was gone, with a gust of wind produced from the powerful wingbeat that launched her skyward.
Shota just stared at where she’d been. What was he supposed to do now? Listen to the crazy murderer who apparently ate people?
For now all he could do was wait and see what happened.
Notes:
I expelled Mineta, you're welcome. Honestly dude's lucky he didn't get mauled. I will replace with him with a superior purple child later.
I promise I have more plans with Reaper than just 'convenient lore dumper', you can already see her morality is fundamentally different from that of a person and I'm sure you can imagine the sorts of issues that might create. And has already created considering her record as a villain. At this point though she's just living her best life watching this go on.
Fun fact, I originally considered using only canon characters in this story. But I just couldn't fit an existing character into Reaper's role the way I wanted it and I'm not really a fan of completely rewriting characters. Like at some point it's just an OC covered in canon colored paint to me and I might as well use an actual OC instead. So Reaper exists to fill a role I needed in this story. Hopefully it's an interesting one to you. Feel free to tell me who you would've cast if you had to pick a canon character for her role though, I'm curious if people have any ideas I didn't think of. Obviously I'm not changing it at this point lol.
It's getting good in my google docs and I feel kind of bad being ahead of you guys but it's for the best so I don't run out of things to show you before the end. Not that I know when the end is, I'm following the outline that lives in my brain but I don't know how long it'll be yet. Keep an eye on the tags, I change them based on my google docs when I upload so you should be getting warnings in advance if anything new comes up.