The Aftermath

Tyler Brown POV

A doomsday scenario.

That was what I thought the disapperance of quirks would have been, but it just wasn't.

The chaos in the streets still happened, but there were no villains rampaging through the streets, except for maybe in Africa, but that used to be ruled by warlords anyway.

The one thing that prevented society from collapsing in many places, and caused several dictatorships to be overthrown?

The Whimper, as it was called, was planned meticulously for decades, if not since the moment quirks emerged.

Now, I may seem like a conspiracy theorist, which I technically was, but I wasn't a mad one.

I always wondered about the function about the police in society a decade ago, where they were essentially useless, and why each and every dictatorship and warlord ruled solely through quirked forces.

If you looked at it from a rational point of view, they were, well, useless and a waste of money, considering that many heroes had the same, if not better education within the relevant areas, but they still had funding.

Why?

Looking through thousands of proposed changes made by countries from all around the world when they tried to reduce the funding of the police into nothing, one thing was made clear.

Each and every single proposed change was turned down, since seventeen years after the founding of the international heroics legalisation act.

Or, three days after the destruction of Nagoya, in what is will go down in history as the most destructive match between a hero and a villain.

Except that wasn't what it was.

It wasn't the heroes against Destro, because they were both fighting someone else.

You can't really see who it is, but there leaked a minute long clip of four heroes and Destro cooperating against another person several years ago.

But there a piece of the puzzle missing.

Midoriya Kyoko. The Shadow Queen.

Except she wasn't alone at the end, was she? There was someone else there, that even she listened too.

A misdiagnosis, it was said. Everyone thought she was quirkless until she wasn't.

Who was that? There was no clear video of him... except at Jaku.

At Jaku, where no one even saw his face.

But that could be it, that could be the key. Faces.

I scrambled towards my computer, I would be solving this now.

Liam Smith, Noah Johnson, Oliver Williams, William Brown, Elijah Jones, James Miller, Benjamin Davis, Lucas Garcia, Mason Wilson and Ethan Anderson.

Each and every one of them were involved in keeping the police active all over the world, and many of them were involved in making sure several dictatorships used quirked forces, and only quirked forces, to stamp out rebellions.

That in of itself wasn't the problem, no, the problem was that they were all the same person.

A large smirking white-haired man, and he used the same picture for all of his passports. Wait, did he just mash togheter the ten most popular surnames and first names for his identities?

Yes, yes he did.

Now what was weirder is the fact that he has introduced himself as two different people, while voting with people he had voted with in a different identity, while still looking the same.

Who is, or was, he?

Are any of these politicians even alive even more?

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As it turns out, yes.

Alexander Smith, a man that was known to be an aquintance to no less than THREE of this man's identities.

Sitting in the same shitty car as I did ten years ago really made me think about how much, yet how little, had changed due to it.

Africa was better, I guess, but Canada had, despite their best efforts, gone to hell, and was currently embroiled in a civil war.

Japan also kind of fucked itself, no one really knowing what to do when quirks were gone as the police and hero forces collapsed in on themselves.

Everyone knew someone had prepared for The Whimper, but no one knew who.

Hours after it happened, Russia had tried to enact MAD, thinking it was an attack from America.

Not a single missile left, and when they were opened up there was no uranium, or anything else of note that could generate an explosion or send the missiles flying, inside.

Mines of the stuff, as well as other materials that were could replace it, had been emptied just hours before The Whimper happened.

It split Russia into three factions, but no one had the ability, or desire, to attack them, but everyone knew their collapse was imminent.

How could anyone try to fight anyone now, with their most dangerous weapons and fighters disabled?

But still, even without villains and heroes, even without countries ruled by a single man lucky enough to be born with the power to shit rainbows, traffic was unavoidable.

And I was still driving my shitty car.

I guess nothing really changed for the small folk, except for the quirkless.

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"Who was this man?" I asked Alexander as I sat down in a chair opposite to him, in a cozy little room in an retirement home, moments after turning on the camera.

The politcian, ex-politician I reminded myself, smiled at that, wide like a shark in a way that sent shivers down my spine.

"All for One. The Lord. Monster. I imagine that there are many more that I know nothing off."

And so he turned up from the mug of coffe he was nursing, slowly, to look me in the eyes with grey irises that had no busniess making me break out in a cold sweat. "Why did I follow him, you might ask?" And for all that it was a question I knew to stay silent.

"He foresaw many things, and the two most damaging were the Quirk Fusion, Singularity and, in what I think is quite foolish to rate as the most damaging, but he did, simple discrimination."

"Quirk Fusion? I know of the singularity theory, where quirks grow too strong for a human body to handle, but Fusion?"

It was actually far more complicated, with the mind being theorized as being the first thing to start to fail, but that is semantics in all honesty.

"He once told me, and many of his other followers, that a hero, or an acceptable member of society, is someone whose will and quirk line up," the old man said in his gravely voice, "while a villain someone whose will strings their quirk along, or whose quirk strings their will along, turning them into someone that will never be able to fit into society."

"But what he told me, and a select few other, is that he belives there to be a third interaction between a quirk and a human that would bring them into villany; Fusion. Where the quirk and human meet, instead of agreeing with eachother, they melt togheter, becoming one."

"See, All for One had more insight into quirks than most, as he could take and give them, and the best way to describe a quirk, any quirk, according to him was as it being wild. As quirks grow more powerful and diverse this, this wild nature grows aswell," and for just a moment his smile slipped off his face "I suppose you have heard of The amsterdam incident 58 years ago?"at my shake he continued "Well, that was caused by a man, a salary man with no history of violence, able to harden rocks."

"However, as he underwent Quirk Fusion, his quirk grew massively and changed, and unlike quirk Evolution that is caused by outside stress this was simply a random occurance, that caused him to petrify the entire city, people included."

"That is fusion, where a quirk's power is massively amplified while they go... feral so to speak, not human enough to care about life while at the same time not being alien enough to have no goals, and while not intelligent enough to fully form complicated goals, often stopping half way, they become intelligent enough to get to these simple goals."

"And you are comfortable telling me this, even though he, and his followers, the shadow queen is one I suspect, may still be alive?"

"Oh they are gone and buried, nothing left of them, but you aren't wrong about that Midoriya girl."

And now, the smile left his face entierly, and without letting me get a single word in he told me to leave.

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And so, at 639 Shinn Avenue at 21:39 that evening, seven minutes after Tyler Brown had left that building, Alexander Smith filled a glass, a small one, with whiskey, downed it, he was used to the burn, and sat in front of his window, regretting saying anything.

The burn he felt next was nothing compared to the whiskey.

The firefighters arrived 6 minutes after they had been called for, at 21:47, and in the morning the retirement home had burnt to the ground, with several individuals dying in the flames. A cause was never found, but it could have been something as simple as someone forgetting a blanket on a radiatior.

As Tyler Brown hurried the next morning, almost late, he only looked at the traffic light at an intersection.

That proved to be a mistake, as, by accident or on purpose, the green light was on for all drivers, and while many noted that Tyler continued to drive, one car didn't.

Three people died on impact, Tyler surviving only due to his computer, with files that had no backup didn't hit him in the back of the head, which it could have done, but that would have left several files surviving.

The ambulance, that could have made it in time, had to take a different route due to a car accident, and that led to the patient inside passing away before they made it to the hospital.

And so another secret stayed hidden.

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A young green-haired girl, unnaturally beatiful, stood in a black dress as a coffin was lowered by forces that should have dissapared ages ago.

"Well, Kuro, I don't think I ever got to tell you, but I love you. In what way I will never know, perheps never understand, but I think you would have."

And with that she walked away, only stopped from breaking into tears at the loss of what could be called her other half, the being whose opinions and goals could never differ from hers, and vice versa, the being who would always know what she wanted before she did, and vice virsa, by the knowledge that part of him, not enough be a human, or enough to bring him back, ever, was still with her.

She smiled a small smile as she read about the chaos in Japan, and she knew in her heart that it was his final little gift, the cherry on top so to speak, to her, at the same time as it was a final insult to a long dead brother,

A brother that never, despite the support and help he got, never gave any back, as the girl thought of it.

A brother that saw the madness in his brother and refused to support his insanity, fueled by a greedy quirk as it ran wild, fusing closer and closer with it's host over time, as both grew to view themselves as chosen ones, gods almost, if not fully, as someone that saw it all unfold.

A brother that saw that Kuro Shigaraki was nothing but a lie, a facade to retain some twisted sense of humanity so he could continue to prey upon the weak, a brother that saw the twisted beast his brother truly was and tried to stop it.

A brother... that only saw a foolish weakling in someone trying to help, just because that foolish weakling only knew how to express what he saw with words from his comics.

A brother that would see All for One's actions and motivations for what they were; A man obsessed with control, coupled with his quirk, that left him obsessed with controlling the quirked. But you didn't need to control someone that doesn't exist, All for One realized, and a plan hatched, as he justified it to himself as for equality and the future of his species.

In her soul, the man of mist and nothing but mist, that would remain of mist, beat back the cries of her victims again and again, so she could sleep.

So, as she looked up into the sky with a smile, she knew she would continue on, so the little piece of him that remained would get another adventure, hopefully this time one not plagued by respoibilities or duty.

Kuro Shigaraki would stay buried, but not Kyoko Shigaraki.