#o snap

—Bakugo

Yeah, duh. But I don’t feel like listening today. So..

-I shrug, a smug smirk on my face-

What the fuck was he staring at?

There, near the opening of his burrow was a large blue box, just tall and wide enough for one person to fit in there and just stand. Near the top, there was a black sign with the words ‘POLICE BOX’ written in white.

The noise was what caught his attention. He’d easily navigated his way to the exit and peeked his head out the ground. He already felt uneasy about this.

How did this thing get here? And why?

As if to answer his question, he heard something akin to the sound of hinges creaking, what appeared to be a door swinging into view.

So it seemed he was staring out the back of it...

        ❛    You are no match for me, Spectacle !    ❜        A cloud of smoke surrounds him as gloved hands raise over his head. Mysterio has been taunted by heroes countless times during his villainy, so he supposes it is about time to return the favor. His voice booms around the area, projected by hidden speakers.

No matter the place or how advanced or behind the times it was, it seems like there was still people who knew better than to trust someone as ‘alien’ as she was. Sure, if you discounted her odd ears and shark’s grin she could pass off as a normal person on the places that these humans always seemed to thrive on, but in the short time she’d been her she knew better than to think a simple disguise could mask her appearance. Horrible, hideous monsters roamed these lands and the people were no better. Someone like her could very easily be mistaken for one of the beasts in human form.Yet, here she was, drinking alone at the bar with hood drawn down, a simple leather cloak covering most of her short frame yet her pointed ears were on full display. That, plus the fact her appearance here had been less than clean, was the reason that most of the patrons here probably had a knife ready to plunge into her back.

She set down her drink after the stranger stopped speaking, wiping away the straggler drops left behind on her lips before they turned up into a slight grin. “You don’t mince words, do you ese?”

She reached inside her cloak, hand resting on one of her pistols. Ammunition in a place like this would be hard to come by, sure, but she figured that she could always make a nice show of things and scare these backwater monkeys into submission. And if not? Well, she could always use a good bit of exercise.

“Just try not to die when the action starts.”And with that, she set a coin down on the bar and stood up, glancing back at the other patrons of the pub.

“Well, niños? Are we gonna dance or are you all that scared of a little lady?”

Accuse my Muse of a crime. They can only respond with either Guilty or Not Guilty.

>Fuck. Now the world will know your secret.