Meet Y/n. Just Y/n. Just some regular guy, with a cursed Quirk, which allows him to destroy, turning them into thousands of cubical voxels, which scatter on the ground like broken glass. He called this Quirk, "Derez". Unfortunately, he was betrayed...
Y/n was on his desk, in an abandoned house, tinkering with some items, and was listening to some music playing on a speaker:
Having stood up, he picked up what seemed to be a solid metallic ring, hollow in the centre and coloured black, with a red-orange glowing line circling its inner edge. Upon clicking on a button, the disc, having been energized, flared into a brilliant glowing nimbus of white light with a slight tint of orange.
Smirking, he then held onto the disc, before turning it, a clicking sound having been made, as it then separates into two discs:
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He holds them up, smirking, before refitting them together and putting the disc aside.
There, he got a text on his phone. Upon opening it up, he saw it from Ryuku Tsuchikawa, aka Pixie-Bob, who sent the following.
Ryuku: I'm sorry, Y/n. Please come back. I love you.
Looking at the text, Y/n simply sighed, lowering his head, before lifting it back up, and typing, sending the message.
There, he switched songs, and so walked out, with his gear, putting the disc onto a dock between his shoulders on his back.
The camera switches over to the music player, which shows "This is Gospel", as the title, with "Panic! At The Disco!" as the artist's name, before switching over to Y/n's phone, which states the following:
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Y/n: If you love me, let me go.
(Play)
This is gospel for the fallen ones Locked away in permanent slumber Assembling their philosophies From pieces of broken memories
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds But they haven't seen the best of us yet
If you love me let me go If you love me let me go 'Cause these words are knives that often leave scars The fear of falling apart And truth be told, I never was yours The fear, the fear of falling apart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
This is gospel for the vagabonds, Ne'er-do-wells, insufferable bastards Confessing their apostasies Led away by imperfect impostors
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Don't try to sleep through the end of the world Bury me alive 'Cause I won't give up without a fight
If you love me let me go If you love me let me go 'Cause these words are knives that often leave scars The fear of falling apart And truth be told, I never was yours The fear, the fear of falling apart
Oh, the fear of falling apart Oh, the fear, the fear of falling apart
Oh (This is the beat of my heart) The fear of falling apart
Oh (This is the beat of my heart) The fear of falling apart
Oh (This is the beat of my heart) The fear of falling apart
Oh (This is the beat of my heart) The fear of falling apart
The scene switches over to Tsuchikawa, who looks at her phone, and so curls up into a ball, sobbing quietly, whereas it switches to Y/n, walking away from an alley, with blood all over him, as he keeps a solemn look. Behind him, are half derezzed corpses, with missing heads and limbs and such.
Y/n: This is gospel for the vagabonds...ne'er do wells, and insufferable bastards.
He walks away, putting his disc on its dock, and walking slowly, breaking into a run as he is pursued by police, before taking out a baton, and jumping into the air, extending it, as it materialized into a bike:
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Upon rezzing, the bike landed on the ground, and so Y/n took off in a wheelie:
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Doing so, he took off, disappearing into the abyssal evening.
