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Cale opened his eyes to see an unbelievable scene in front of him.
‘The fuck?’
Seriously what's up with that motherfucker god stupidly unhappy with his life that he had to bother Cale to the point of sending him to another fucking dimension.
Again.
He was going to kill him. He didn’t care anymore. His mother would probably approve the use of her knowledge for this and maybe he could even convince Choi Jung Soo to join him. Consequences be damned.
Right now he was more or less immobile with some weird kind of chains in his hands and feet. His body was completely bound to a medical bed as most of it was covered by a thin hospital gown. The whole place was reeking alcohol but sadly not from the one he liked.
Knowing full well that the nurse that just left already knew that he was awake, he just continued to look around. Surprisingly enough it wasn't particularly hard get information or facts about his situation. For starters he could tell based on the form of the chains in his hands that they were adjustable to several bodies and from the whole setting in general, it was easy to tell he was not in a typical Earth or in nameless one.
That and the bright color of the nurse made him automatically think of some kind of anime where mutated people and probably normal people with powers are the norm. Otherwise he wouldn't be chained like this.
Not that they would do much anyways.
-Cale those chains are trying to suppress the crybaby but can’t. Looks like what they do is suppressing a biological function so that why they aimed for him but as he technically is not part of your body but of your soul they are useless against you.
-Who do those xxxxxx xxxxxxx think they are?! I will not let them xxxxxxx chain you!!! Let’s xxxxxxx their xxxxxx and make them cry for their xxxxxxx lives!!!
-Let’s burn them all! HAHAHAHA
-Sob, please don’t. Stop saying such scary things!
At the very least it seemed that he wasn’t alone and most likely complete.
Looking a little bit down to his chest down to his heart was the tattoo of the Silver Shield. He could clearly see how one of them was shining brighter than the others. He was sure that there was a dimensional bag there. From the asshole probably, if that disgusting aura of death was anything to go by.
‘This is good’
Even if he seemed in a grave situation he could already tell that escaping the hospital would not be a problem.
However he didn’t know what he would find outside.
As soon as he thought of that, the door opened.
A quick check on them revealed that the first one to enter was a very plain looking man with a cliche detective attire, the second one was an old man basically shining in yellow with a broken arm. Lastly was a man that looked like a homeless and depressed man with the most unhealthy baggy eyes he had seen.
Upon closer inspection there was also a mix of a mouse and bear clinging from the hobo.
Cale could already feel the headache coming.
"Greetings. I am the detective Naomasa Tsukauchi and if you don’t mind, could you please answer a few of our questions?"
Even if it was phrased like a question it was anything but.
Now, normally in this kind of setting where humans had super abilities, there was a way the abilities were named and additional jobs regarding this. So it was very possible for them to have abilities despite how plain looking they seemed.
That and their nonchalant behaviour about the rat make him think that his previous hypothesis was most likely right. Sadly that leaves him with another problem but also a possible solution for his problems.
At least for now.
Human experimentation.
Cale said nothing as he resolved what he would do.
The detective ignoring his silence just asked the first question.
"Who are you?"
"I am Bob."
A little moment of silence came after he said those words with an expression of little to no interest from their perspective while his eyes were actually testing the waters. He didn't try particularly hard to hide this as the detective twitched as if he knew that he was lying.
The hobo man, even though he was looking as if he was dead on his feet, made a nearly unperceptive glance to the detective from the corner of his eyes.
‘Definitely an ability’
The detective tried again but this time a bit softer.
"We are not going to hurt you but we need you to tell us the truth. So again who are you?"
The old man with the cane seemed annoyed by the detective's softness but said nothing. He could feel how he was fighting to not hit him right here right now. Good for him.
"I don’t want to tell you"
Was it petty? Completely but he refused to give them any information about himself or otherwise. Besides, they seemed to be losing their patience quickly but rather sadly for them even if he was twenty, he could still pass as a teen if he tried so why not take advantage of that?
They probably would not take advantage of a poor traumatized child.
The man once again looked taken aback.
"Okay. That’s fine too–"
The anger of the old man told him that it was definitely not fine.
"–but at least you have to tell us what you were doing in Kamino?"
Cale with a little bit of fake hesitation responded in a small but cold voice. His face revealing nothing.
"I don’t know what Kamino is."
That was completely bullshit. He studied enough geography to knew that it was a part of Japan but at the same time it could actually be another different thing due the whole dimension traveling so it was not a lie.
At his answer, the rat seemed to be very interested in his eyes. Probably thinking that they were going to reveal his true intentions.
Too bad Record was already on it. His eyes show no emotion while using Record.
"Well I guess it cannot be helped then so ... maybe you could help us with another question. We are aware that you probably don’t like this but the quicker we deal with it the quicker we can end this. I know that you must be scared but at least try to cooperate with us okay?"
He gave himself exactly five seconds to micro-sleep.
"Fine…"
"Great then! So let’s try something more lighthearted. What is your quirk? If you feel unsafe to say, don’t be. Aizawa here can erase quirks so there is nothing to be worried about."
Cale just stared blankly. There were just so many things wrong with that sentence that made several of his most fatal hypotheses seem more and more realistic. Thankfully he already knew where he wanted this to go given this approach.
"I am not sure…" His voice purposely feeling weak leaving no room for doubts.
"Earlier when we were making check ups on you we found out about your abnormally regenerative rate. Do you think it may be related?"
He pretended to flinch at the mention of check ups.
That was more than enough to finally give the rat the resolve to go down from the man's shoulder and go to stand in front of him.
Bingo. Now he has them where he wants them.
"My, my it must have been very scary, right?" Again, Cale pretended to flinch. This time more subtly but less rough. Not looking at the rat, purposefully letting him smile at his reaction. The hobo man just stared intensely at the exchange while the expression in the old man changed rapidly from one moment to another. As if realising a horrendous truth.
Cale ‘unconsciously’ touched his chest. Chains slightly ringing from the movement.
The rat's eyes, hollow as ever stared at him. Thinking thoroughly about what to say next to not scare the little abused mouse in front of him. He just didn't want him to break any further.
"How rude of me. I should have presented myself before. My name is Nezu and I am the principal of The Hero School UA, Bob."
This time the widening of Cale’s eyes wasn’t fake.
Heroes. Of course he would be stuck in a world of fucking Heroes where the school principal may or may not be a freaking experiment victim. That motherfucking god was going to pay.
-That xxxxx! I cannot wait to xxxxxx and xxxxxx. After that we can xxxxx and if he was still in one piece after that we could ask The Sun God to xxxx-
This went on for several seconds.
Of course all of this rage was just in Cale’s head while his face remained as innocent as ever.
"But heroes don't exist…" Cale said with a crisp of doubt while looking at the hobo man and the old man. His eyes full of distrust, deception and what appeared to be hope. Hope to scam them successfully that is.
Cale’s eyes grew widely as he looked again at the two. His face getting redder and redder giving him an effect of damsel in distress.
-Cale! Are you okay? The smell of alcohol must really start to affect you!
He said nothing as he continued his scam.
This was once again a complete act full of bullshit. His dignity had gone to shit long ago the moment he woke up nearly naked so he would do what he wanted.
"So let’s start once again."
"Who are you?"
His mouth wavered as if he wasn't sure of what to do.
"I am 08112208379."
Bullshit!
He couldn't help but cringe at himself. In the end that was nothing but bullshit, bullshit, bullshit and more bullshit. That was nothing more than his RRN in Korea so even if it wasn't true at all, he was not lying either. Which was his main worry right now.
Nezu on the other hand could only think about how that number of digits were only found in either the most dangerous or the most secret experiments of AFO. This was truly a very important meeting if the papers from back there had been truthful.
They found this unique way to name his ‘projects’ after the first raid when All Might got his injury.
"Well that won’t do. Would you like to be called Bob or perhaps something else?"
Cale who was fully prepared for the question, took his legs to his chest. Pretending to be deep in thought as he carefully opened his mouth. Looking oddly holy in the process for some reason.
"Cale."
A little hum came from the other. At the same time it seemed as if the hobo man suddenly got very interested in the conversation, most likely at the fact that he just named himself. The detective as well had said nothing so probably he couldn't catch on to his ‘lie’.
"Cale! A very nice name for a young man such as yourself. Tell me does it have any meaning or you just came up with it?"
The redhead once again put on a very expressive face. Like wanting to warn that he was about to test the rat but at the same time really didn’t want him to know.
"Someone gave me the name."
"Really? This someone must be very close to you then. Tell me this-"
Cale's eyes fully started to cry. This must probably be what the mouse was looking for. Sadly for him Cale was the one who was moving the strings here.
-You really have no shame
-Cale this might not be a very good idea…
-Shut up you cry baby and let my student have his fun.
Ignoring the voices in his head he shook his body to the side. Eyes burning bright red. Let it be with fury or sadness.
A haunted expression wormed its way up to his face.
"He is no longer in the world… just his body was left behind" A sad grave tone at the end of his phrase ringed in the hobo’s ears creating even more tension in the room .
Not a lie, just the truth about him and Kim Rok Soo. More or less anyways.
He hid his very happy mind with muted sobs to finish the work. Nezu’s gaze finally relaxed and tensed at the same time.
"Young man… we–"
Not letting the rat continue, he quickly changed his tears for a heated, shaking voice. Finally, that stupid white radish would be useful for something.
He took full advantage of his sore throat.
"He got killed by that fucking masked man… We were just toys in his mad mind!"
Was this a gamble? Not really. He would either give them more reason to kill an actual psycho or put a fake target on someone who might or might not be in something dirty. Either way, he was diverting attention from himself.
The old man seemed to finally break at his words. A heavy aura filled the room.
And the hobo man couldn't wait any longer.
"You were part of his experiments, weren't you?"
Cale quietly nodded his head, hiding his face between his legs. His very naked legs, mind you.
Couldn’t someone give him some damn clothes now?!