3rd World (BNHA/MHA x DSMP AU)

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[Technoblade POV]

Technoblade watched with interest as the villain stumbled backwards, frightened by Wilbur. And still, Wilbur continued to recite, being just about as Wilbur Soot as he could.

"F*ck off, I told the villain, and he readily complied.

Content with the outcome of the situation, I told him, Thank you, sir, and he replied, No problem, young lad."

Technoblade saw Wilbur give the villain another look before repeating in a stronger tone, "And he replied, No problem, young lad."

The villain didn't reply. He seemed to be out of it. Lost in some world of confusion. For a long moment, no one moved.

Green fire hair coughed. "Mr Arai Umiko, please step aside. We will be taking over the situation."

Technoblade groaned out loud, causing everyone to flinch. "Come on", he jokingly pleaded. "Just two more minutes."

Wilbur turned around laughing, and Technoblade gave him a smirk before returning to pleading.

"Come on, hero person. You gotta let the man finish his performance. I got a 500 yen bill ready."

Wilbur lost it then, shrieking in laughter. Everyone's focus was situated on him as he doubled over, clutching his stomach. Everyone except Techno who suddenly noticed the villain. His eyes had focused and they weren't the eyes of a man who was trying to slip away. No. Techno knew those eyes well. Those were the eyes of a man who wanted revenge - on Wilbur, it seemed. He couldn't fathom why he would want revenge on Wilbur, but Techno knew that he wasn't about to let it happen.

Reaching to his belt for the gun that he had smuggled for fun - just for the purpose of occasions like these - Techno quickly aimed, reminded himself that safety was for losers, and pulled the trigger. A hole appeared in the villain's head.

Just kidding. It was a hole in the shoulder.

Technoblade pulled the trigger a second time shortly after the first shot.

Now it was a hole in both shoulders.

Chat immediately launched themselves at him, bombarding him with "L"s, as the heroes began to freak out.

"Not even a headshot?!?!?! L."

Techno began to explain, "Okay, listen chat. You can't go around killing people the minute you meet them. Okay? You're supposed to bully them first."

Chat exploded with approval.

"Pistols are illegal in Japan!", he heard the purple haired hero shriek at him.

Technoblade stared at the hero in faux confusion. "Pistol?"

He let himself stare into oblivion for a few moments, faking recollection, before slowly raising the gun in his hands and staring at it. He looked back at the hero, an awkward grin slowly growing on his face.

"Ok, heroes. I'm going to need you to be patient with me-."

Wilbur stifled a giggle.

"-and believe me when I say, heroes, I swear", he said amidst snickers. "I forgot that this wasn't America. Okay? I know that I've got a gun here, but heroes, you've gotta believe me..."

Wilbur, who had been convulsing on the sidelines, suddenly burst out laughing. Techno couldn't help but chuckle a bit too.

"How did you-", the female hero in the white suit began to say.

"You've gotta believe me. I forgot." Techno laughed. "I forgot that this wasn't America. I forgot-."

Wilbur's laughing had finally gotten to him and Technoblade guffawed until his sides hurt. He couldn't stop, especially with all of the "LMAO"s in the Chat.

"Oinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoinkoinkinokoinkoinkoink", someone was spamming.

Kinoko?, Techno thought. (A/N: it's in there)

The heroes looked more dumbfounded than outraged.

Beep!

Techno glanced at the source of the sound.

The black-haired hero guy was holding a walkie-talkie.

"Requesting backup", he muttered quickly, before returning to strictly staring at Techno and Wilbur. He pointed his gun at the two of them. "Don't attempt to resist.

The rest of the heroes followed suit.

As if Techno was even the slightest bit bothered. As if Wilbur wasn't so obviously displeased with his course of action. As if there wasn't a person bleeding to death on the floor. As if Chat-

Well, they couldn't hear Chat, but Techno could, and they were being loud.

"Kill the snitch!", they screeched in harmony. "Snitches are b*tches."

The rest was the usual, but it still gave Techno a massive headache.

"E", he muttered hopefully, and thankfully, Chat began to spam E again. Peace was restored.

"What happened to the quirk-cancelling cuffs!?", one of the heroes shrieked. It was the green-haired one. She was looking at his wrists warily.

Techno raised his wrists, angling the pistol so that he could get a better look. They were bare, half-covered by the cuff of his shirt, devoid of any scars or blemishes. At least those that could be seen.

"Oh, those? Got rid of them a while ago. Dropped them off in the middle of some street."

The heroes proceeded to freak out again, talking about how villains could steal the technology or something.

The quirk cancelling cuffs had worked - Chat had disappeared - but it had been a strange experience. With all the noise in his head gone, Techno had expected his own to fill the space, but it hadn't. Instead, silence had greeted him. He had felt disabled. Like a normal person suddenly becoming blind. It had been terrifying.

Anyways, Techno had removed the cuffs then, throwing them into some dumpster in an alleyway and rejoining the patrol as fast as possible. The heroes hadn't noticed a thing.

"Hey, Takeshi. Mind taking - oof!"

Wilbur had been moving towards Technoblade, the cuffs on his wrists held out, when the black-haired hero tackled him and pinned him to the ground.

Rage filled Techno as he advanced towards him. "You let go of Wilbur right now!"

Chat started screaming again.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WILBUURRRRRRRRRRR :("

"blood for the blood god!!!!!"

"BLOOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD"

Basically, they wanted Technoblade to save Wilbur and kill his assaulter, and Techno was glad to oblige. As quick as they had come on, the quirk-cancelling cuff were off again, and before anyone could react, Techno had bit into his finger and summoned a wisp of blood.

This time, he aimed for the head.