Circus-Crow

So Danny goes to MHA world however he does and people see him using his ghost powers.

Naturally they assume he's multiple people because well you can only have up to 2 quirks and not only does he have more than that but the quirks are not really related at all.

So he becomes they and now everyone thinks there's a new vigilante group going by Phantom. They become popular fast because the whole group is really nice. That's just Danny being nice to people he saves and using different powers tho. The fans even give them each names based on their quirks. Eventually Danny finds out and starts to play into it. He can make clones in this au, so he just makes multiple clones of himself and gives them personalities similar to the ones fans have theorized.

The fans are ecstatic because the group is finally being seen together. Since they all look so similar its assumed that they're all brothers. People go feral over the brothers became vigilantes together thing and the support for the group flies off the charts. The hero commission is desperately trying to bring them in and knows that they're was only one boy to begin with and are now super confused how he split into like 5 almost identical people. They assume he's a Nomu or afo's long lost son and Dannys just over here vibing with his new life.

Maybe sometimes he forgets they aren't his real brothers and has a breakdown. Naruto shadow clone style.

Maybe people start getting super protective over the 'group' and will actively defend them against heroes.

Like-

"Hello sir have you seen any of the members of Phantom recently we think they've been in the area." The guy the hero is questioning just points to a sign on their front door.

'Snitches get stitches phantom code'

The hero is obviously like 'wtf does that mean' and tries to get more info but the man he was trying to question just stonewalls him. The hero whose never been ignored like this is super confused when that guy and everyone else just slams the door shut when he tries to push for more info.

The approval rating for Phantom are again off the charts.

They have higher ratings than Endeaver.

Somebody made a chart with the Phantom group and the hero rankings. All Might is winning so far but Phantom is incredibly close to having more popularity than him.

They're are people saying they're villians and that they need to be brought in but, most people? Couldn't give a single shit that they don't have licenses. The group has never caused any property damage and is actually in it for the good of the people not money. Also the whole thing of a group of brothers wanting to do good and saving people while being super nice is doing them so many favors.

Anyway I'll be in the corner foaming at the mouth while writing this fic lol. I just gotta name all the little clones and give them personalities and-

EDIT: Hey guys its been awhile since I posted this I have been working on the fic but havent been posting any of it quite yet. So I worked out a little scene/concept of it for yall to read for now. More is one the way dont worry! The link under this goes to it if your interested!

A hundred miles

The days faded in a dull blur. As Sans’s fin drooped and his sanity dipped off. 

He whistled sadly and ate with sadistic pleasure. 

He killed and killed and killed, pulling human after human into his tank. Being punished. Over and over and over again.

Alone in a way his kind was never meant to be he couldn’t help but go insane. He couldn't help but bite and pull. Sans killed from rage and boredom alike. Perhaps in better days he'd find this wrong and find it stupid to kill like this. But this was not those better days.

His mind raged with violent intensity before quieting to nothing and then repeating again. Sanity slipped and nothing that felt like him remained.

Under it was loneliness. How long had it been since he’d seen another of his kind? He did not know. How long had it been since he’d seen his brother?

Lord I’m one

Alone alone alone 

He was already alone before this cage. Although here that seemed so much worse. He could not hunt, he could not swim, he could not do anything.

All alone just one orca left alone in a cage to rot. The humans came day in and out. The ones outside of the glass watched him with awe. The ones who fed him watched in caution. They did not come too close and did not risk anything. 

That did not matter. One day they’d mess up and he’d have them. Something to play with something to attack. Just the way he was built too. They killed his bottom half killer whales for a good damn reason. 

Sans knew in some detached way he was slipping. Knew this was not how he used to act. Why did that matter though? His mind was a mess being locked in this featureless cage for so long.

Maybe that was why he drifted back to his past. 

Lord I’m one

Sans remembered being one but not really one. He was the only calf. He was one and his mother and father cared for him. 

He loved them, he loved his pod and he loved the ocean.

Sans was free. His fin was straight

Lord im two

Sans was two now. Sans and Papyrus forever and always. 

He would never leave his little brother's side. 

He would protect them, he would keep him safe.

Sans was going to be the best big brother in the whole world. Papyrus was going to live the best life ever Sans was going to make it so. Nothing would ever hurt his little brother. 

He was so sure of it. With him around what could hurt his brother? Sans would not let it happen.

Lord I’m three

Sans was devastated when Mom died. She’d saved them from some nasty humans. All he could think about were her arctic blue eyelights turning away. 

She’d promised she’d come back. So they could be four once more.

Mom didn’t come back. There were three now. 

He would never let something like that happen to Papyrus  or Father.

Sans wouldn’t be able to handle losing another.

Lord I’m four

Father had adopted an orphaned siren. He was orca like them but had the most adorable goat horns. 

His name was Asriel. He’d lost his pod when a hunting ship had come through. Father promised they would try their best to find the young one's pod. 

Sans loved Asriel just as much as he loved Papyrus and Papyrus was delighted to not be the youngest anymore. 

So they were four once more and despite the aching hole in Sans’s Soul from losing Mom he was happy. They were alive and free. They were safe. That was all that mattered.

Lord I’m five hundred miles from my home

It all happened so fast.

Asriel and father were attacked first. Then Papyrus. Sans had tried so hard to save them. But a harpoon hit his side and nets were everywhere. His pod was scattered and hurt. The matriarch, the oldest female orca siren, bellowed out a simple command. ‘Run’

Sans hated it but he could not see his family nor could he ignore an order like that. Father would keep them safe he reasoned. 

So he ran. 

Until he was so far he could not smell blood. 

Until he saw another boat on the horizon. 

Rage filled him. The boats had killed his pod. He’d tried to find them, any of them. Not a single one turned up. 

So he attacked. 

He sank boat after boat hoping one would hold his family on it. Hoping if he could not save them he could at least avenge them. 

Sans hated himself more than anything. He’d tried so hard to protect them. All of it was for nothing. 

Then a new boat came. He attacked it like all the others in a blind rage. Anger thrummed in his bones. His eye lights burning blue in his eyes. 

It all clouded his judgment.

A net. Too large to escape. Humans swarmed him as he thrashed and bit and screamed. 

He fought with all he had. Sans was sure he killed at least a few. It felt like retribution for those he’d lost.

Until a woozy feeling overcame him. His fins grew heavy. Slowly he slowed to a stop.

This was it wasn't it?

There was no way out of this one. 

“I’m sorry Papyrus.”

He faded to nothing. 

Lord I’m five hundred miles from my home

Five hundred miles 

Five hundred miles

Five hundred miles

He was so far away from home. 

All alone. 

Those first few days were hell. People came and gaped at him through glass. While he swam trying to find a way out. 

There was no way out. There was no way home. 

He was farther than he ever should have been from the place he called home. Sans was far from home and all alone. He realized something in those early days. 

He was never getting out. 

These humans were going to keep him here until he went insane or died. They would not be kind to him. They would not release him. They would not grant him anything more than food and a tank. They were cruel, humans.

Every single one was rotten to the core. Their souls, something Sans refused to even acknowledge. How could something with a soul like him be so cruel? How could they not see he was not happy? How could they kill and kill and kill with no consequence?

How was this fair?

How was killing his family then trapping him in a cage fair?

Sans made a decision that day. He’d muttered it to himself over and over again so it would stick. 

“I will kill every single human that gets close. For my family. For Papyrus.” 

And he did.

Until You. 

Until he saw something he couldn’t ignore. 

Until he saw what You were.

Until You asked him to stop killing.

Hey this is a concept/piece of the DPxMHA multiple identity fic I talked about a while back. I'm posting this as a sort of first taste I have more done but most of it im not quite ready to share. This is meant to just give you an idea of what ive been up too. Enjoy!

The forum was a buzz. 

Lovingly nicknamed ‘Phantasim’ the form was dedicated to the up and coming vigilante group, Phantom. The group was new and consisted of five brothers. They were all nearly identical with only minor differences besides their quirks. They saved people all over the city and despite heroes not liking it they were well loved within their community.

Another person had just excitedly posted their story with Wisp, the shy youngest brother. Wisp was shorter than the others though he possessed the same fluffy white hair and neon green eyes. The people he saved reported that he had star-like freckles and the sweetest smile. 

His adorable appearance made the fact he glitched out cameras like the other brothers even more of a tragedy. Though even if he didn’t his invisibility quirk would probably let him avoid cameras just as well.

He saved people all over the city and the young girl posting her story today was no different.

Apparently he'd saved her from a speeding car. That wasn't what had caught the majority of Phantasim's eye though. 

It was the fact Wisp had talked extensively to the woman and accepted a gift!

Wisp was notoriously shy; talking with victims for long periods of time was out of character and exciting. The gift part was also new though him not accepting gifts could be apart of his shyness.

Phantasim

Phantomlover69

So this is AWESOME maybe Wisp is getting more comfortable with fans! Also did you hear about her outfit??? The sweater and beanie sound absolutely adorable!

NathanTeez

Friendly reminder none of the Phantoms have confirmed pronouns might be smart to stick to they or he 

DoomandGloom

Don't be such a sour puss Nathan can we PLEASE focus on Wisp’s behavior?? Thats super out of character for them I wonder what she managed to get Wisp to accept

Floataway 

Hey! OP Here and I gave little Wisp some sweets I had on me. I'm not sure why they accepted them but maybe they have a sweet tooth? Also they did talk to me for a while. Is that actually not normal for them?

Phantomlover69

YES it iss I cant believe Wisp even talked to you at ALL super out of character also everybody note down that Wisp seems to like sweets! If anybody happens to encounter Wisp try to give them more! 

Phantomlover69

@NathenTeez sorry? Wisp seems pretty fem presenting to me so I kinda always think of them as a girl but ig its true we dont have any real pronouns (Could someone ask about pronouns if they run into any members of Phantom?)

The hype didn’t die down with theories spreading through the forum for the rest of the day. 

Meanwhile Danny was cursing himself. 

His persona Wisp, was meant to be shy and childish, like a younger him. Which made him talking to that girl weirdly out of character. Wisp wasn’t the brother who talked to victims for any longer than necessary. 

He winced thinking of the pandemonium it was going to cause online. 

Honestly he didn’t know why he’d talked to the girl for so long. She was just sweet and didn’t flinch away from Wisp at all and well Danny was lonely. 

He couldn’t exactly make friends when staying in his human form was becoming stupidly uncomfortable. The Phantoms were already known vigilantes so that was another option off the table. That left Danny lonely only speaking to villains and victims or heroes on occasion. 

Though with heroes it was more yelling for them to screw off while he ran or flew away. 

He couldn’t be sure if they knew about his true nature yet but if they did it was probably one of the main reasons they were hunting him so hard. It almost reminded him of his parents, except the heroes never shouted about killing ghost scum. (Was it odd that it filled him with aching loss when he thought about that?)

As he paced he slowly calmed his racing thoughts. Talking to that girl for so long as Wisp was out of character but it had felt good. It was one of the few positive interactions he’d had with anybody in weeks. He needed more of that. Ancients he needed more of it. 

Being a vigilante was already exhausting but being five was worse. He was tired constantly and desperately lonely. 

It sucked to say the least. 

He needed something to distract him. Something that would take his mind off of villains and heroes and personas for a while. 

Danny glanced around the warehouse. It was pretty bare. It couldn’t hurt to use the money he'd been saving up to get some new stuff could it? (Stealing from villains pockets did count as saving up right?)

Some new clothes maybe and blankets? Oh a phone! That would be useful so he didn't have to call the police off the victim or villain's phone. 

Danny pulled gently on his human half. It stuttered for a moment before his transformation washed over him. White light filled the warehouse as a boy replaced the ghost. 

For a moment his skin felt like a trap, too tight and all wrong. He let himself breathe through it slowly. Until his skin felt like it belonged and he felt almost okay. Danny pressed the discomfort of being human away. He was meant to be human. He should have been happy like this. He shouldn't have been so uncomfortable.

Ever since he’d arrived here bleeding and broken, becoming human had felt weird. Being a ghost felt like freedom while being human felt like a cage. 

Plus his human form had become harder to pull up from where it nestled in his chest. 

Sighing deeply he glanced over at the shattered mirror on the wall. 

Danny’s human face gazed back. Still his teeth were too sharp and his eyes too bright but in this world that wouldn’t be a problem. 

He grit his teeth when he noticed a strand of hair in the front was still white. 

Hopefully nobody would somehow connect him to the Phantom brothers. (He wished they were real.)

Shaking his thoughts away Danny threw on his face mask and began his walk to the mall. 

Hopefully it would be a quick and simple trip. 

Just something to get Danny out of the warehouse that wasn’t vigilantism. 

Unfortunately for Danny nothing ever went his way.

Said I could promised even

Did you mean it?

Fuck fuck fuck did you mean it?

Did you? did you? I don't know.

I think you did I like to believe you meant every word.

But God, I'm afriad you didn't.

I really fucking hope you did because it means a whole lot that you said that.

I was on your chest and then in your lap on the couch. Our friends were there, but you didn't care. You let me sleep while you guys talked and laughed.

You took pictures of me curled up with my head in your lap. You let me stay there and keep close even when you knew I was awake.

God you rested your hand on my head and fucking pet me. And damn it all it felt so good. I felt safe and warm and never wanted you to stop. You ran your fingers through my hair and I whined when you stopped. You let me rest my head on your chest and gently held my arm.

I love you I love you I love you.

I love you so much I look for you every moment of every day.

I want you to hold me again. Hold me and pet me and touch. Let me lay on your chest and sync my breathing to yours.

I love your face I love your laugh I love the way you let me be a fucking idiot around you. I love you and it hurts.

During dinner my dumb ass leaned over snatched a fry from C's plate and just munched it. I played it off and everything and he just- Let me? Like he didn't care.

A piece of one more like it.

Unfinished as it is it shows the MC's full journey.

Only when you have all the books can you reveal the full scope of this world. You must unite each book each with different plot and characters but set in the same world.

Sometimes a line in on book is an entire page in another. One minor mention of the other books MC while that book has a whole page devoted to when they saw the first MC.

They only meet at the end. Where you unite them all and a message stretchs across the map.

So I just made it to Eden and because I'm a pro gamer (not I'm so cooked) I've decided to try and get through it alone because I can't find anyone willing to guide me. Soo no guide Eden run I'm probably very cooked but ima try!

EDIT:I AM CRYING I died before the end of Eye of Eden but like- that end sequence was BEAUTIFUL and when I went back to Home my friend Helm was there waiting for me and I have so many feelings!

I love this game so goddammit much

And- I have a habit of drawing on my one friend. Like everywhere all the time any chance I'm given.

School events? I'm sitting close, scribbling away most likely on his arm or hand while he chats to the rest of our friends.

Just hanging out? He'll lay on his bed toss me his markers and just let me draw. One time, he almost fell asleep while I drew, and we plus our other friend D just talked about random stuff. I remember covering his arm in doodles and then from his lower thigh down I covered with doodles. It ended with two legs and an arm a mess of wonderful color. I loved it.

So back to the main point of all this- next time I'm going to write a cipher on him. Just a simple grid cipher cause I ain't cruel, but ya know a cipher.

Why you may ask? Well I'm not the type to be shouting my care for someone so instead I'll write it in a cypher across his skin.

Because he is a work of art, and even if I'm too shy to proclaim it with words, I will use symbols. Because in my thoughts, I am so loud of my admiration, but in reality? I'm silent other than the awkward few compliments. I just don't really know how to express things like that.

So instead-

Written across his skin, I would say, "You are loved" "Thank you for everything." "You're incredible person thank you so much" and maybe if I'm brave written across his skin like a brand because it is true-

Currently, I'm calling it Adamence and Apathy essentially Sans is holding on by a thread and is only alive due to dt and his fear of leaving his brother alone. His hp is so low due to his depression and apathy towards life in general. (Hc that if a monsters HoPe gets too low it can literally kill dem) He by all accounts should not be alive due to his single HP point.

Anyway he's like that cause of the resets what he doesn't know is a little ghost has been following him through said resets. (Jus calling them LG for now)

LG has only recently started observing the underground and has only witnesses pacifist runs from following Sans. Untill one day LG and Sans switch places. LG in Sans's body and Sans the ghost. That run is genocide and of course traumatized the hell out of LG.

With their soul barley holding on they go to the next reset still swapped places.

This is pacifist, but LG just can't do it. They don't shake Frisk's hand and avoid touch at all costs. Sans, who has grown to maybe care about LG, is super worried and tries his best to help. By helping its him just giving advice to make sure they don't get caught acting weird. They have slipups, sure, but most of the time, they're okay.

Untill they are on the surface and they realize that a reset might not be coming.

And that Sans 1 hp point is due to the combined apathy of the pair. Now they have to keep up the ruse and try to actually get help among the chaos of monsters returning to the surface. Also while seeing if this is actually not going to be reset again and if they can somehow switch back.

I instinctively drew Clown with no planning.