The People's Hero| A BNHA OC Story (ON HIATUS UNTIL MHA ENDS)

Part Fifty Nine-The Tables Have Turned

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Ryuji POV
"You mean like an understudy? No, absolutely not" he says

"This just got a lot more complicated" I think

I point the gun to his face.

"You better tell me what the hell is going on" I say

"Don't hurt the face! I'm an actor!" He says

"You've got one minute until I beat the hell out of you. Fill it with words" I say

"It's just a role. "The Mandarin" isn't real" he says

"Then how did you get here, Trevor?" I ask

"Well, I, um, had a little problem with, um, substances. And I ended up doing things, no two ways about it, in the street, that no man should do" he says

"Speed it up!" I say

"Then, they approached me about the role, and they knew about the drugs" he says

"Did they offer to get you off them?" I ask

"They said they'd give me more. They gave me things. They gave me this palace. They gave me plastic surgery. They gave me things." He says

He then stops talking and I hear him start to snore.

"Did you just fall asleep?" I say

I then kick his leg and he jolts up.

"No, and a lovely speedboat. And the thing was, he needed someone to take credit for some accidental explosions" he says while mimicking an explosion sound

"He? Robert Robinson?" I ask

"Robert Robinson" He says

"He created you?" I ask

"He created me" he says

"A custom made terror threat" I say

"Yes! Yes! His think tank thinked it up. The pathology of a serial killer. The manipulation of Western iconography. Blah, blah, blah" he says

He then offers me a beer. Am I obviously turn it down.

"Of course it was my performance. That brought The Mandarin alive" he says

"You're performance? Where people died?" I say

"Nobody died. Look around you! The costumes, the green screens, all this equipment! I wasn't even on location for half the stuff! When I was there, it was all movie magic" he says

"There are people who were severely affected by all this. You're still going down pal. As a pro hero, you're under arr-" I stop

I see Trevor look behind me so I quickly turn around only to get punched in the face and I black out.
A few hours later...
I slowly open my eyes and see that I'm zip-tied against a bed frame.

"Ugh...Okay...How many times to I have to say that I'm not into this" I say to the person in the chair

The person turns around and who I see completely catches me off guard.

"Samantha?!" I say confused

"Hello again. I should probably tell you that the Samantha you talked to wasn't the real one. It was me" she says

"Was this all a setup?" I ask

"Not exactly. We were originally there to take that file back from the actual Samantha. But after taking care of her, you showed up and changed a few things" she says