BNHA: It's HERO TIME!

CHAPTER 8

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*SLAM!*

He winced at the sudden sound of the door opening and slamming in the door, but Daniel calmed himself down as he watched the police walk into the interrogation room. He shifts his body, feeling very uncomfortable with cuffs on his arms and legs, to face the officer who waved a file in front of his face.

Yep, this was going on. How did he end up in a police station chained like a dog? Well, it started a few days ago…

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4 Days Ago…

Starting to feel awake, he groaned in his spot as he took a few seconds to wave the haziness of his head off before getting up from his bed — Only to wince in pain at his solar plexus. A hand reaches to it and he once again winces at the touch of the bruise.

Right, last night was a nightmare.

The heroes, they were gaining on him. More ferocious, more numbers, better scouting, better equipment. Especially Endeavor, he has been a pain in his ass for 2 years now, making up new moves just to counter his aliens? Damn jerk is really pissing him off.

Slinging his legs over his bed, he gets up with a groan, his legs feeling weak from the hours of running and distractions with brief shocks of pain when he lowered his weight on his right leg, their muscles straining as he walked to grab an ice pack.

“The heroes are getting closer to the base, you need to divert their attention more before heading back to the base!”

Azmuth warned as a GPS hologram appeared, showing him the positions of heroes and cops in Musutafu. He mumbled a curse, from the way they were moving, they are thinning out his base locations. The GPS speed up its tape, the streaks of blue dots are slowly converging, just a few miles from his base.

Aw, crud. This isn’t good.

Grabbing an ice pack from his fridge, he hissed at the sudden coldness as he placed it on his bruise. He limps over to his couch facing his large television screen and leaned back, breathing a sigh of relief as he waved his free hand.

“Alright, alright. Ugh, Endeavor and his squad of fire-themed heroes, they don’t hold back at all.”

This dance of theirs have been going on for more than two years now, he was 12 years old now for goodness sake. Well, nearing 13 since his birthday was close, but still, he’d honestly thought that other heroes than Endeavor and the other low-grade heroes would come to help.

Heck, even All Might doesn’t hunt him at all. That’s really surprising, as if he was on the scene, he would get bodied instantly. Fights and feats of the Symbol of Peace were online, and oh’ boy he was glad that he wasn’t in those videos.

Grabbing the controller under the coffee table, he booted up the PS4 version of this world’s console, the MightX, you can clearly see who sponsors them, and started playing Sandbox, a literal sandbox where you could do anything in the world that’s randomly generated. Horrible name, but good gameplay. Think Minecraft, but with real physics, actual NPCs with their own tattered dialogue, mobs with A.I. movement, tactics, and combat styles, and more dimensions other than just the normal 3.

Really fun, if Minecraft was a 10/10, this game deserved a 50/10. Game was really playable.

“Shouldn’t you freshen up first? Brush your teeth and maintain your face?”

“Sigh… Azmuth, my whole-body hurts, at least give me some time to enjoy my day before I go back to the pack of wolves.”

“Then don’t.”

His hands stopped moving. His eyes moved to see Azmuth who had his hands crossed, standing on the couch’s cushion.

“Don’t? The heck are you talking about?”

Azmuth gave him a deadpanned look.

“You do know that you can take a few days-worth of rest, yes? This isn’t an essential mission after all, and the goals of making money with popularity and looting have been met.”

Daniel blinks his eyes. Before he slaps himself in the face, screaming into it.

“… I don’t get what my creator saw in you.”

“Me too, Azmuth. Me too.”

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3 Days Ago…

He looked down at the Omnitrix’s faceplate. Instead of the usual toxic-green glow of green, the whole face was now black with a timer of some sorts, counting down. He just woke up this morning, and was about to go Juryrigg for his stuff when he noticed it.

[71 Hours, 47 Minutes, 23 Seconds till Omnimatrix Unlocks]

What the crap, Azmuth?

He tried everything, from the button next to the dial, the command inputs, even voice recognition, but nothing. The dial just wouldn’t rise up.

This is definitely Azmuth, something along the lines of “Taking a rest”, sure he did go hero last night, but it’s because it’s more of an itch to want to help people. Besides, he didn’t even get hit at all, it was a slow night of crime.

He rested his head on his couch’s cushion as he looked at the ceiling.

… Usually Azmuth would have yelled at him to brush his teeth, or go take a shower. This silence is quite uneasy.

Sighing, he got up before heading to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and getting a hot shower. He had no Omnitrix for 3 days, meaning no transformations, no GPS function, worse of all, no translation functions.

Dang it, Azmuth. He relied on the Omnitrix for conversations and reading!

Now, with his PC monitor staring back at him in Japanese, he held back a groan as he brought out his phone, at least Juryrigg had the idea of auto-translating everything into English for him, bless the alien’ soul for that one.

He hesitated before grabbing his wallet and keys, while slinging his utility belt and cloaking jacket over his waist, tying the jacket by the arms. He usually spends the mornings training his alien forms, getting used to their size, perks, and all that or going into Juryrigg form to improve the base’s defenses, something to keep his mind off before it was time to go hero, but now with it locked, he suddenly had a whole lot of free time.

Might as well take the time to really look at his city — He doesn’t have Astrodactylto fly him to the city.

Dang, he should really invest in some kind of vehicle. And a whole lot more support items, this Omnitrix shut down is actually beneficial to him if you think about it. Makes him see it clearly that sometimes the Omnitrix isn’t always gonna work, Juryrigg is going to have a damn field day with the influx of needs in technology.

But he’d need to cover a whole mile without flying. Aw, man…

You know what? That one-wheel skateboard is looking really useful right now…

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The first thing that he did when he got to the city was to get a motorized skateboard with one wheel, something that he saw online that looked really cool. Thankfully, they didn’t even ask much, maybe it’s because he was now 12 instead?

Well, he looked twelve. He’s about 158 right now, give or take a few centimeters, he was the same height as he was back in his real world at 12 years old.

Anyways, he just asked them to give him the model that he wanted, shoved the cash onto the counter, and told them to give him one of the preset colors that were available. He even got a voucher for some accessories for the skateboard. Real cool people.

Walking out of the store with a big bag, he had an excited grin as he patted the package in the bag. Since Azmuth wanted him to take a break, then he’ll do it by playing around with this baby then! Man, he was so hyped to start using it —

*BOOOOM!*

Sudden gales of winds caused him to cover his eyes as a bright orange illuminated the sky. His hand shot up to the Omnitrix and pressed on its activation button and raised his arm to slam the dial down… Only to remember that it was not active.

Clicking his tongue, he cursed at Azmuth before looking back at the direction where the boom came from. He reached to his ears and tapped it three times, activating its super hearing function. A holographic dial manifested at his ear, and he gripped the knob before dialing it up, directing his ear to the sound.

From what he was hearing, it was a… hostage situation? Bunch of fearful people, and near the whole place were some people discussing on how to deal with this mess. He cross-referenced it to his phone which was connected Musutafu police station’s radio. Yep, a hostage situation, the terrorists robbed a bank, grabbed some hostages, and blew up a few police cars with some kind of Quirk from what the radio said.

With a nervous gulp, he looked at his arms. Normal, human arms. He had no way to help, especially when the Omnitrix was off. He should walked away and let the professionals handle it. Yeah, that’s for the best —

He grits his teeth as he heard people screaming in pain. He looked at his phone where the police were talking with subtitles, the terrorists just shot someone because the police didn’t give in to their demands of getting an escape vehicle.

Another shot rang at the slowness, this time not harming anyone but instead a threatening act, but it seemed to work as the radio started going crazy. He turned the dial of the earbud hologram, trying to see if there were any professionals that were going to help, but frowned as they kept complaining that they didn’t have the suitable Quirk or that they didn’t want to risk the hostages.

With a heavy heart, his hand went to turn his earbud off only for his eyes to land on the deactivated Omnitrix. He freezes. His heart beat raises, with his mind whispering to him like a devil on his shoulder.

Was he a hero because of the Omnitrix, or was he a hero because he was one?

“With great power comes great responsibility”, the words of his favorite super hero rang in his head as his hands went to the utility belt on his waist, underneath his jacket. His fists clenched hard enough to draw blood, the pain clearing his head.

Without even knowing it, he started dashing towards the mall with all his might, his new skateboard thrown aside. Unslinging his jacket, he wears it over himself before pulling the hood down, covering his eyes which were burning with determination.

It’s Hero Time.