A/N: Hey, I managed to get everything working as it should. So, here's the chapter! A little over 800 words, but the end of this arc. The next one will be up as soon as I can get the time. That's all I wanted to say. Stay safe and have a good Fourth of July!
~Hawkins
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A storm was coming, and no one was prepared for it.
That was what was coming: a storm so powerful and upheaving that it was destined to change the world as one would know it. Be it a Quirked individual or a Quirkless one. Both would feel it. And both would act differently because of it.
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(With Six)
Six was currently hyperventilating, stuck between two roads. One, a road where he went to war at the cost of his family once again. The other, a road to salvation, where it doesn't cost what he cherishes the most. However, the cost of each was still high. One, sanity. The other, Will.
Six stood in the lab, stuck in a crisis, surrounded by a small army of Robo-scorpions and three of his family members. Behind his helmet and mask, his face was contorted. Both in horror of what he was trying to do and determination to do what his anger wanted. Disaster, Veronica, and Christine had their weapons raised, and the scorpions had their lasers pointed, all at Six.
With shaky hands, Six slowly moved them towards his helmet and mask. With each inch, the trembling increased. Soon he couldn't even touch his helmet with his hands.
Christne swallowed hard; her nerves were tightly wound and ready to spring at the slightest twitch. Disaster's hands were steady as he held his [Plasma Pistol], which was trained on Six. As for Veronica, she had tears in her eyes as she pointed her rifle at Six. Countless emotions ran through her eyes as she steadied her hands.
As Six battled his emotions and fought for his sanity, he and the rest heard the last thing they expected.
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"DAD/OLD MAN!!!"
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Izuku and Katsuki arrived. Their voices catching everyone's attention. As the four turned their attention towards the two teens, the Robo-scorpions kept their lasers pointed at Six.
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"Midoriya, Bakugo!" Veronica shouted as she turned towards them. "Leave! It's too dangerous to be here!
"Screw that!" Katsuki shouted as he took a step forward. "What the hell is going on!? Why are you pointing those at our shitty old man!?"
"Boys, it's for the best you leave before this gets messy." Disaster said.
"We're not leaving!" Izuku shouted as he stepped forward. "Not until we know what's going on with our Dad!"
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As the four argued, demanding things from each other, Christine kept his rifle trained on Six as his hands slowly stopped shaking. Christine tightened her hands around her rifle as she watched Six's hands fall limply to his sides.
Finally, with a choked, ragged breath, Six spoke for the first time in minutes.
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"Some... someone... please... save me..." and then he fell to his knees.
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Disaster, Christine, Veronica, Izuku, and Katsuki all looked at him with both surprise and horror. Surprise, since they never heard Six say anything close to those words. Horror, due to the meaning behind them. For the adults, they had no clue what to do. As for Izuku and Katsuki, they knew exactly what needed to be done.
The two teens then dashed towards their father as the four other adults didn't know what to do. As Izuku and Katsuki reached Six, they quickly hugged him. Wrapping their arms around his shoulders, and sobs were heard from inside his helmet.
Six was sobbing hard. His mind was in turmoil. His heart was beating rapidly. And all the while, he, for the first time, didn't know what to do.
Soon, he passed out in his kids' arms as his body went limp. As Izuku and Katsuki laid him down gently, the other adults finally realized how bad Six really was.
Stress from work, a new/old world, finding out he has kids and wives, along with being brought back from the dead; he was bound to break. They just realized that he's never said he needed help. It took them hearing those words for them to realize that even the strongest people need help. Add to the fact that they unintentally out him on a pedestal and buried him in their worries and problems. He was destined to break.
Him nearly losing those that he cherished was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Now, as they removed his helmet and saw the tears that were streaming down his face while he slept, they knew that they were needed now more than ever. Not as students. Not as friends or family. But as shoulders to help carry the weight they had placed on him.
Little did they know that the time of his mental break would be the worst.
Worst in ways that they would soon understand when fate came knocking-no, pounding on their doors.
And fate was not one to wait until you were ready for it.
It was the type to punch you when you least expect it.