A/N: Short chapter because I'm sick and puking.
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"Six," Disaster sighed, "They are complete overkill. You may as well turn the states into another wasteland. Or at least, a time before quirks. Are you sure about this?"
"Yes, I am." Six spoke with conviction in his voice.
"Then this is where you kill me," Disaster sighed as he typed something into the iPad in his hands.
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In an instant, the entire lab was dyed red with light. The entire arsenal of Anti-Quirk weapons that the two of them were building was beginning to break down thanks to the Robo-scorpions. They were taking apart the weapons faster than what was possible for them. It took a second, but Six then realized that Disaster managed to upgrade the scorpions when he wasn't looking.
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"Why?" Was all that Six asked as he reached for his sidearm.
"Simple," Disaster said, "You're regressing. Back to who you were in the Mojave when you found me. A man with nothing left to lose and nothing to gain."
"What are you talking about?" Six asked as his hand stilled, millimeters from his revolver.
"You heard me," Disaster then turned around and began to watch the scorpions with a fond look. "The day you killed me, the day you undid everything we've built, you were a shell of the man you once were. A man who was once focused on the betterment of the Mojave. The man who loved like no other.
That day you found me, you were only focused on revenge. To the point you killed those who once stood beside you. You focused on control, fear, and order to control the masses. It took House, what was left of your family, and those who still saw the good in you to bring it back. Even then, it was a bloody fight.
Then, when we met again, you were better. Not whole, but better. Then gradually, you were returning to who you once were. You were kinder, more tolerable, and most of all, you were a better man."
"What are you getting at?" Six demanded, though his voice held a hint of vulnerability.
"You're becoming what you once were." Six heard from behind him.
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Behind him, Veronica and Christine were there, and both had guns drawn on Six. When he turned to face them, he heard the telltale sound of a Plasma Pistol charging.
Six gritted his teeth.
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Nezu sighed as he graded Eri's and Elizabeth's papers since he was in charge of helping them get an education. However, he was alerted when Disaster used the red alert. Informing that Six was going too far and was willing to start a World War. Something that Nezu was sure would never happen.
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"It appears," Nezu sighed as he took a drink from his teacup, "I was wrong."
"That's rare," Aizawa spoke as he lounged around in Nezu's office, going over paperwork. "You rarely admit that you're wrong. What happened?"
"A code Red," Nezu spoke solemnly. "From Disaster about Six."
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Aizawa stopped moving, dead in his tracks. Slowly, he looked at Nezu with fear in his eyes. Fear, knowing what Code Red meant to the school and faculty.
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"What?" Aizawa whispered. "What happened?"
"Disaster and Six had been building Anti-Quirk weapons for the inevitable confrontation with Star&Stripe," Nezu spoke as he opened the cameras he had in the lab Disaster and Six worked in. "It appeared that Six was willing to go to war with the US just to fight Star&Stripe. Currently, he is down in Sub-level Six and surrounded by Disaster, Veronica, Christine, and a small army of Robo-scorpions. All armed to disable or kill Six."
"What do we do?" Aizawa asked as he sat straight.
"Call Willow, Mitsuki, and Inko," Nezu ordered, "Tell them that they're needed now!"
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