A silent killer in a world where the police have been forced to hire assassins to bring down crime rate. That was all Y/N's life was until he came across a crooked science experiment that somehow sent him and his floating banana friend Pedro to the...
I sit in the airship as we head to the Academy. Goodwitch gave her speech and Ruby is drooling over the view.
Me? I'm trying to take a nap.
???: Hello.
I open my eyes and see... someone who isn't part of the show?
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Bringing OCs into this story now?
(A.N. Yeah, I figured what the hell.)
Pedro: I gotta give you that one. I didn't see it coming.
(A.N. Thanks.)
???: I'm Akira. Me: Y/N. Heads up, I'm mute. Akira: Nothing wrong with that. So, what's your story? Me: You mean why I'm coming to Beacon? Akira: Yeah. Most folks who come here are either rich, or have something to gain. For protectors of humanity, you'd be surprised at how many them are incredibly rude. I'm just wondering if you're any different. Me: I just came here for shits and giggles. You? Akira: Same. Figured I take a job that involves adventures that I can laugh about in the bar. Plus, it pays the bills. Me: Amen to that.
Then a guy who's dressed like a punk decides to walk chirp into the conversation. Followed by his black haired friend.
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