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"Can you... go back to your previous state?" Clint asked, desperate for even a moment of privacy.
Theoretically, yes. If you carry the doll around.
"Theoretically?" Clint walked into his apartment and closed the door.
A pleasant warmth washed over him, like returning to his homeland after decades away.
As I understand it, my possession is contingent on there being a 'hollow space' inside the host. Besides you, the only thing that fits the criteria is the doll.
"Listen, you want to learn about the outside world, right? I can give you my phone. You can read the news, surf the web," Clint offered. "You do know how to use a phone, don't you?"
I'm not so old that I don't know what a smartphone is, Andrey scoffed indignantly. Just pick up the damn doll.
It took Clint a few minutes to locate the accursed toy, until he finally remembered leaving it on the windowsill. The moment his fingers closed around it, he felt a sudden emptiness inside, as if a vital organ had just vanished. Simultaneously, a dark figure loomed over him, hand outstretched.
"Phone," Andrey demanded calmly, towering over Clint in his monstrous form.
"Ah... Right." Clint fished his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, and handed it over.
Watching the terrifying black spirit stare intently at the tiny screen, scrolling through news feeds as if searching for something critical, Clint caught himself comparing the nightmare creature to a toddler. His mom used to distract him the exact same way with cartoons when he was little.
"Sigh..." Clint trudged toward the kitchen. "I need food..."
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Waking up at 2:00 AM to a sudden scream was definitely not on Clint's wishlist, but it was exactly what he got. Andrey decided to wake him in the dead of night with a mental roar so loud that Clint's ears rang, leaving him disoriented for several seconds.
"W-What?.." Clint mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
"You're applying to U.A. High. You have a week and some change to prepare. Make it count, or I'm taking your body permanently." With those words, Andrey strolled out of the bedroom and headed back toward his doll.
"W-What was that just now... Huh?! Where am I applying?!" Clint scrambled out of bed and rushed into the living room where the doll sat.
"To U.A. Consider it your first trial for earning a Quirk," Andrey replied calmly, completely ignoring the fact that he was talking about the most prestigious hero academy in the country. "You're not getting 'One For All' anyway, so inserting yourself into the main plot that way won't work. You'll have to manage on your own merits. Or rather, your merits."
With a satisfied laugh, Andrey dissolved into thin air, filling the void inside Clint once more. He hid deep inside the boy's mind, shielding himself from any follow-up questions, knowing Clint had no idea how to communicate within his own consciousness yet.
If you want to hide something well, hide it inside a person. Yep...
Clint stared into the empty room and realized he didn't even have a choice. He was the one who offered the "become my Quirk" deal. And everything has a price...
Training began that very night. A deafening roar, only vaguely resembling an alarm clock, exploded inside his skull. This became the new normal. Andrey woke Clint every day at 5:00 AM for a run. If Clint refused or failed to wake up, the mental torture began, usually in the form of annoying songs looping endlessly in his brain.
And if, by some divine miracle or third intervention of John the Baptist, Clint still didn't get up, Andrey simply hijacked his body. He would go for the run himself, forcing Clint's muscles to cover three times the distance they were capable of, leaving the boy to suffer the crippling soreness for the rest of the day.
"Alright, I've got an idea. Step aside," Andrey said, having already seized control of the body.
You already took my body! Clint screamed mentally. Just moments ago, he had been sitting peacefully, eating his well-deserved post-workout meal.
"Yeah, yeah. Just watch and feel." Andrey waved a hand dismissively, then held both arms out in front of him, concentrating.
In that instant, Clint felt a warm, pleasant current flowing from deep within his core. A split second later, his outstretched hands began to burn with intense heat, saturated with an unknown power. Andrey clenched his fists, inspected them critically, and unleashed a flurry of rapid-fire punches. The speed was comparable to a pro fighter with a speed-enhancing Quirk.
"See? Your body was capable of this before, but with my spiritual energy, you can exceed your own limits."
I could never do even a fraction of that! Clint shouted in frustration, remembering how effortlessly Andrey had thrown Gen into a wall using his body.
"You think I'm just inherently special and managed to buff your body the first time I possessed it?" Andrey's tone dripped with such heavy irony it was practically tangible.
Yes! I'm not a gorilla that throws people around!
"Uh-huh, noted. Calls me a gorilla..." Andrey whispered, miming writing in an invisible notebook. "Anyway, doesn't matter. Your goal is to learn what I just showed you. You remember the sensation. The rest is up to you."
"What?" Clint asked aloud, back in control of his own body. He blinked, confused as the setting shifted abruptly from the dark mental room back to his apartment. "And how exactly am I supposed to do that?!"
His only answer was silence, which gently suggested he might need a psychiatrist…
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"You know, you could have been a little less... chaotic about breaking into my establishment," Bart groaned, gripping the railing of the second floor.
The entire club-bar-brothel was trashed. The patrons, mostly mercenaries who had been celebrating a successful job just moments ago, were now groaning on the floor, nursing their injuries. And standing in the center of this chaos was a blonde woman in a light leather jacket.
"Establishment," Enega snorted, activating her Quirk. "You have twenty seconds. Get down here."
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