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Menace /mĕn′ĭs/

ɴᴏᴜɴ

A possible danger; a threat.

-A troublesome or annoying person-

...

Have you ever felt like you were chained up? Metaphorically speaking, like those times you'd ponder in blank moments and wonder, what if I did this, or did that? But in the all-seeing gaze of the so-called 'Big Brother', it would be frowned upon. And the higher-ups would simply send those to hunt you down for sport.

Well, it all starts with just a silly intrusive thought, we all have one so don't be shy. It's not like you took action and fulfilled these unearthly demands, it's just a harmless minuscule thought after all... right? It's simply the fantasy of reality that gave you some shape of a mental image that allowed you some form of freedom. If you can even call it that.

Welp... mind freedom. Because thoughts are harmless, and besides... the intrusive ones were barely a choice by you truly. It just... happens. Sometimes you are disgusted, ashamed, and even horrified by said thoughts.

Why?

Because it's the thought that counts.

The intention.

The un-moraled.

The needs.

THE DESIRE.

TO DO WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT WHEN YOU WANT.

...

Meet Polterheist, the self-righteous kleptomaniac guttersnipe who does as she pleases. Casually trampling over anybody who says otherwise, because she didn't have metaphorical chains. It was unhinged freedom...

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴏɴᴛ ʟᴀꜱᴛ

ɪᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ

- ⎼ ⸻-𝙼 𝙴 𝙽 𝙰 𝙲 𝙴   𝚃 𝙾   𝚂 𝙾 𝙲 𝙸 𝙴 𝚃 𝚈 -⸻ ⎼ -

丨-Chapter One ▬ Hesity Nights-丨

—ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴀᴄᴇ ᴀʀᴄ—

ʚ▬▬ι════ﺤ Esuha City ─ 12:12 AM │

┆--Y/N POV--┆

Enter, Esuha City, the Times Square of Japan. With jumbo screens here and there, buzzing with copious volts of electricity it plastered the super-sized faces of Pro Heroes and their overpriced merchandise/sponsored products.

Even that shameless display known as 'Mount Lady' had already jumpstarted some merch, even having the audacity to make some action figures of the villains she's locked up. Goodness, gracious... And they wonder why you've dissociated yourself with society and humanity as a whole.

You snarled with a stink eye from the alleyway you floated in, eyes darting to and fro from one screen to the next. Each featured a Pro Hero with a light year-long smile and a product in hand that they probably never even used.

"Gotta love this generation" You muttered, faint poisonous sarcasm seeping.

*Bzzzzzzzzzt!* Your burner phone suddenly went off with a subtle buzz, an expected reminder had pinged, yelling for your attention from within the depths of your pocket. Yanking it out, you eyed the clock just under the camera of your phone.

You perked up and began grinning like an idiot, "Alright... time to do something stupid"

And after that declaration, the welder's mask atop your head swung down like a trap door, shielding your face from the world in its steel glory. The corners of your vision rounded with a blurry darkness.

Now, why a thick welder mask? Because the people loved it, obviously! Weeeeell... no. Not really, but at this point, it was trademark. Until you get bored at least, you have to hide your face in some sort of way, if everyone knew the great PolterHeist was a mere teenager, well... HA HA... THAT WOULD SUCK! But that would never happen.

The phone glitched orange for a moment as it was stuffed in the confines of your pocket. And so you emerged from the alley, all abductor-esk and not creepy at all. You aren't stealing children, oh god no, you were after a little something called 'Twilight Diamonds', which had infinitely more worth than some little shit.

Now, what is this 'Twilight Diamond' tomfoolery? Well, Esuhas Grand Museum is having an even Grander display opening of the finest diamonds in all of Japan, as they so boldly claimed. So why not steal it for the shits and giggles?

"...𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒕 𝑮𝒖𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒇, 𝒔𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑷𝒂𝒄𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, '𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕', 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕..."

"Not a ghost." You stated aloud with a bored tone, without even a slight pause on your walkless trek. Floating was the best method of transportation, but the title of a ghost was... 'iffy'.

Now, what was that thing that spoke in a static hum? Folks around here call them 'The Voice', and by folks, it was you, only you. It was a mind thing.

What was it exactly by definition? Pffft... who knows?! Is it the subconscious manifestation of a voice that sprouted from ten years of crippling loneliness due to hyper-suppression of mental health? Again, who knows!?

"...𝑶𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐'𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌..."

Roger that. You confirmed and sunk into the ground, and on cue, a cop on a little revving segway rolled past and back into the crowd, completely oblivious to the villain's presence below the concrete.

Whatever that, 'The Voice' was, it was helpful. Too sentient to be considered a delusion, hyper-aware, and seemed to slot in memories you'd tend to forget. Was it schizophrenia? You googled it, but boredom took hold and the tab was usually overlapped with Ice Dodo.

You resurfaced and continued, you must have been gaining skeptical looks from the crowds that prompted the enforcer to have a peek himself.

It's not like it mattered if he saw you, but the extra attention was just unneeded. The crowds in this city were gross as it was, even completely intangible, the phantom skin-to-skin contact was boldline unbearable. And with the addition of heroes hopelessly jumping at you left and right, nope!

Alright, I'm submerging, be my GPS, I forgot the directions.

"...𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆..."

I said BE my GPS, you crossed your arms with a huff, and as your body quickly depleted into the pavement, the ground rose around you like a rising cup of darkness. Bless the lack of claustrophobia, otherwise, this would have sucked.

Traveling below the surface was immeasurably more inconspicuous than floating through the crowd and phasing through multiple people. However, when it came at the cost of being in total darkness, it wasnt ideal for travel via landmarks.

If you listen close enough, you can hear a sigh escape the unexisting lips of The Voice.

"...𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖─"

Less blabber, more 'turn left at the fork' type of information, please!

Another tired sigh leaked from its unexisting lips.

...

"...𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕..."

And as instructed you emerged from under the muffled darkness, the soft pitter patter of rain entered your ears as well as the lively city night noises, each various chit-chat with its own story. Cranking lazily to the left as you swung your weightless form toward the street, you were met with what was to be expected-

The Esuha museum stood proudly tall and shiny like the gleaming head of a baby. It towered against its fellow buildings, proudly holding the supposed 'finest Diamonds in all of Japan', and you couldn't wait to steal them and use those rocks as paperweights.

"Okay, how am I going to do this? Thinking... Thinking... Oh! Lightbulb!" And without a moment's notice, you unstrapped your revolver from its waister holder, haphazardly swinging it up to the sky, and aimed for the moon.

"Go Go gadget Boom Stick!"

*BANG!*

"Chaos will come!" You shouted with glee, and a chorus of yips and yelps erupted from the whole block as people ducked for cover from the familiar noise. "Villain!", "Get down!", "He's over there!", the street had awakened in sweet sweet fear.

"...𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒅..."

That didn't trouble you. "Let' em look! Go ahead, try and stop me!" It was these moments you cherished the most, 'the heat of the moment' they called it, who were they? Who cares, said the owl.

Cars beeped and honked with irritation, as stray people cut across in a flee, causing them to slam the pedal before someone becomes street meat. Like a predator in its lush savannah habitat, you masked through the tall grass of people as they ran about in frantic scurries. Closing in closer and closer on your target, the City Museum.

"It's Polterheist! Someone get a Hero over here and quick!" A woman shrieked next to you, clutching an expensive purse against her chest.

Aaaaand there it is.

And so, as the gunshot echoed across the sky, the stray bullet now plummeting somewhere you weren't phased about. You floated upwards above the treeline of people, gravity's pull being ignored at your will.

You floated through and under the arch of an entrance, straight past its towering chiseled pillars. The museum doors were locked down with steel gates, but that wasnt a problem for you. Said 'problem' fixed itself when you phased through it with no change in emotion.

With a sudden squeak of a shoe, a hidden security guard behind you lunged forward, his body phasing through yours as he made contact with the marble floor in an ugly *Thud!*

"Nice try man" You deadpanned and floated over his dazed body without changing a shade.

Surely by now some sidekick or a hero had bounced into action, hurrying toward the danger as people ran for the hills. Oh, how heroic, give 'em a gold star and some merch why don't you? Bleh!

Glided effortlessly along the tall marble hallways, you aimed your gun at civilians who looked at you too long, too negatively. It did the trick, their shoes squeaking against the shiny floor as they bolted with a yelp, leaving nothing but a mere puff of smoke in their wake.

Your eyes darted about, so many things so little time, but neither was goal one of course. Those diamonds were going into your backpack at the end of the day. Whether the museum liked it or not; in which they didn't.

Gracefully floating down with your massless form, you eyed a large map bolted to the wall, the exhibits prominently labeled in colorful tags and shapes for each floor. One of which caught your eye. Aurora Twilight Diamonds.

"Hands up!" A guard suddenly shouted as he skitted to a halt, withdrawing and aiming the Stun Gun at you with a visible *Bzzzzzzt!* of bright blue electricity.

You grinned with half-lidded eyes, "And what if I don't, hypothetically speaking of course" You toyed with them with visible amusement.

"You'll find out Villain, stay put!" Another guard said, parallel to the one next to you, his action mirrors the first by lifting his taser in a fury.

"...𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?..."

"Oh, I do indeed"

"What was that Villain?" The first guard said as he reached for his walkie-talkie steadily.

"BOO!" You abruptly shot forward in his direction. With a yelp the prongs of his taser shot out with buzzing with light blue electricity; and phased right through you, hitting the second guard behind you.

In a long string of electricity, the second guard yelled before falling limp with some twitches. "Oh shit! Sorry, Larry!"

Poor poor sweet Larry, anyway...

"...𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅..."

Your happy illegal stroll proceeded on from here, the voice memorizing the map's labyrinth in the blink of an eye, and continued to be a little GPS in your psychotic head.

"He's after the diamonds!"

"Someone stop him!"

"Security, It's Polterheist! Where the heck are they!?"

It was weird how they thought you were a guy, but oh well, that just means the welder's mask was doing its job! It was music to your ears either or, the world hated you and you hated it. For they took something dearly from you, so why not take something back?

"...𝑫𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕..."

You stopped above the rose-veined marble floor of the front hall and looked down the wide empty sweep of the stairs that descended to the sublevel priority exhibits, with rails of gleaming brass, and fancy little spotlights embedded in the ceiling.

In a flying squirrel-like fashion, you glided down the stairs in full control of your acceleration and motion, one of the many perks of your quirk.

Hovering just above the base of the steps your eyes widened like a kid at a candy store, a glancing gaze was required to scan the width of the decently short ceiling corridor filled with glass case-covered trinkets, and knickknacks galore.

Each one with grand Spotlight above them just to display the sheer spectacling exorbitant of such an exceptional object. Oh how you just wanted to shatter them all as the guards were forced to watch- buuuuut, you had a job to do.

Snapping your attention to the back of the room where it grew dark, there they stood on tall rectangular titanium beams, inclosed in what was predictably bulletproof glass covers, the Twilight Diamonds.

Well, that was easy!

*BEEEEEEEEEEP!* An alarm barred in retaliation of your presence from above, sirens wailed in flailing red lights as all the spotlights shut down in sync, instead replacing the room in a crimson red hue. With a *Slam!* A large shiny metal gate shuts behind you, blocking the staircase back up.

Oh well.

You didn't change an expression and remained unfazed, until... you noticed at the back of the room the diamonds began descending into their titanium stands to god knows where.

"Oi get back here!" You shot forward as you yelled at the literal objects.

*BASH!*

"Oh no you don't, Polterheist!" Said someone in a confident voice from the now crushed gate, a giant round shadow was cast from behind him in view. Truly showing off his utter complete size.

"...𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑷𝒂𝒄-𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆..."

"Oh shut it, "You said, audibly sighing through your nose, "Fat Gum won't ruin this, not on my watch".

"Bold! Let's put it to the test shall we!" He responded to your self-chit-chat with a firm finger pointed at you in a declaration.

Well, this is amusing. You looked him up and down before swiftly swirling around to pursue your shiny goal.

Suddenly that yellow-hoodied stacking Doll decided to shut off the lights, and the alarms ceased as did the red lights. Leaving the large corridor in utter darkness, preventing you from seeing anything, all sense of direction was lost.

Just as you were about to release a fruitful line of swears, four small rays of light gleamed from the distant titanium pillars that the diamonds had descended into. So that's why they call em' Twilight Diamonds, works in my favor.

"Well- that didn't work" Fat Gum stated aloud with an unamused face and started running after you instead.

The diamond's soft rays of light cast its path for you in the pitch black, it was like it wanted you to steal them. And stealing as you did, diving down to your prize toward the luminous glow. You snatched each one through its bulletproof case, pocketing them greedily as you laughed.

"That better not be the sound of you swiping them!" Fat Gum said from above like a parent scolding their rebellious child. Poor guy was rendered useless against your quirk, as every hero was, except one.

You shot out of the titanium stand with a wicked grin as the lights flickered back to life. Fat Gum towered in front of the four stands at the bottom of a small red-carpeted staircase, a herd of police and security stood behind him like apprehensive sheep.

"Lookey Lookey what I have~" You sang and waved a five-inch glistening white diamond, the nail of your pointer finger meeting your thumb as you held it haphazardly in front of him.

Fat Gum in a futile attempt, tried to swipe it from your grasp right then and there, his large gloved hand hopelessly phased through your non-existent one, "Gah! Your crimes will catch up with you, just wait! You're too dependent on that nifty ability for your own good."

"I'll wait, trust me, I can't wait to see the look on you heroes when nothing happens!" And then you let out a sickening laugh, proceeding to launch upwards, and phased through the thick layers of the museum till you reached the rooftops.

"Aaaaaand that's another heist done and did"

"...𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒏..."

"Ciritisim was not prompted, Voice" And with that, you gazed happily traveled across the skyline of Esuha city, glowing and buzzing with all colors in the spectrum. You sighed as your floating form went a little lazy. "Now this... is freedom"

You poured the four diamonds into your palm, glittering with their own source of light as rolled around. You kicked your legs a bit with some giddy laughs, like a goblin that had just stolen the winning lottery ticket.

"Maybe one day I'll make a fool out of All Might next, now that, would be funny".

You silently called it a night, pouring the diamonds into the small pouch of your backpack and gracefully swung it over your shoulder for convenient travel.

"...𝑰'𝒎 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆..."

"Oh good, so you are catching on"

The voice sighed once again.

...

Underground travel proved boring, soaring through dirt and rock in a constant wall of darkness grew dull. You deftly resurfaced above and into a shady grim alleyway at the Voice instruction, the sun shining in the sky with a small splash of pink in the distance.

You plopped your backpack onto the floor, its atoms transferring whole once away from your touch. Landing on the ground next to it as you deactivated your quirk, you dug through the bag to grab this and that to change into. The casual wear proved easy to swap and the welder's mask was stuffed in last.

Putting the backpack on your back with a slight shake reshuffle till it was snug, you placed on a comfy black face mask covering your nose. Better safe than sorry in case any street cameras magically caught you as the Villain you were.

The buildings of Musutafu around you caught your eye immediately, home sweet home.

And with a grin that nearly split your face, you trekked forward and basked in the sunlight, Wednesdays were always Vitamin D days as you labeled it. Living underground had its perks and downsides, one being deficient in sunlight. Even if you hated deactivating your quirk, the Vitamin was necessary, and the alternative was fish... that shit wasnt easy to cook.

You popped your phone from the confines of your pocket, your eyes grazing the lock screen for a split moment before stuffing it back down. Six in the morning, I keep better track of my Vitamins than my sleep schedule...

The thought quickly died at the sight above the sky, tinted in the most beautiful hues of reds and oranges you'd ever seen. Little fluffy clouds seemed clattered around the rising sun, being tinted in a hint of pink. "You know what, screw the sleep schedule, I like mornings better".

Sadly staring directly at the sun proved stupid, the light ached your eyes making you groan, on top of having to rub your sleep-deprived eyes in irritation. During this vulnerable moment, you turned a corner and-

*W a c k !*

Without warning your body collided with some random dude who was clearly approaching at a considerably faster rate of speed, and just so happened to be around the corner you were crossing. Oh, the misery...

The collision sends you to your rear immediately, with a concrete *Thud!* your eyes shoot open as you regain mental and physical balance.

"O-Oh, my god! I-I'm so so sorry!" A male voice shrieked with more horror than a chick in a 90s slasher flick. Two hands clutching the side of his face and- damn that's a lot of green hair.

You shook away the daze, your eyes drifted off his unruly hair and locked onto the outstretched hand that he was going to use to help you up. And as second nature, you scampered back from his skin touch and quickly jumped back to your legs.

"Relax, I'm fine, look where you're going next time." You said with steel sternness in your tone.

"O-Oh- Oh, Okay th-that's... that's good, and y-yes I will! I'm so terribly sorry about... about running into you! I.. I was running late for school and... and... and it's a very strict-"

And he's rambling...

You tiled your head to the side with a sickening crack of your neck as the air-popped, his sputtering nonsense halted immediately with an audible fearful gulp. He opened his mouth but that chance for speaking was shattered as you quickly weaved around him and walked at a fast pace to your home.

What a weirdo... that green head of hair...

"...𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎..."

I was actively debating it actually, god I hate humans.

And with that, a Heist did and complete, a weird encounter that should hopefully be deleted from your brain in due time, you were ready to sleep to your heart's content.

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