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The weather was beautiful for some time at the park, so Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki begged their mothers to go. There were a couple other kids there already, but the duo paid them no mind, playing heroes.
Suddenly, two men, both sporting lecherous leers, entered and one pulled out a pistol. "Give me all your money!" "Or we'll trap you in the shadow realm!"
When a woman attempted to run, one man grabbed her by the throat, which expanded, and she began choking.
Izuku, being the brave little boy he was, stood tall, as tall as a child barely reaching three foot four could. "Let's us go!"
Both men laughed and the one with a 'Hello my name is' sticker with 'Grotesque' written apon it grabbed Izuku by the scruff, and the fear and adrenaline kickstarted the boy's Quirk.
Izuku woke groggily, he felt awful, and it took way more effort to rub his eyes as it should have. As soon as the spots of sleepiness subsided, he looked to his surroundings. His mom, he could see, was asleep on a chair, tears drying on her face, and a wet floor sign next to her. She seemed small.
"Mommy?" That didn't quite sound right.
She shot awake. "Izuku! Let me get the doctors, first."
Some time later, there was a pediatrician, a quirk specialist, a cat headed police officer and a nurse in the room. Everything seemed small, actually.
"The good news, son," began the specialist, "is that you got your quirk, I named it; Automatic Empowerment. It powers up the quirks of those around you, though I theorize you can control whom and the level. Unfortunately, the drawbacks don't seem to effect you, except for tiredness, but others, as while it powers the positives, it also powers the negative, and it also instantly activates the quirks in range."
"The second piece of good news," began the officer, "is that for your, honestly, really stupid, maneuver is this; the Good Samaritan Medal, as a thank you from the police." He placed said medal on the side of the bed.
"The bad new then," the pediatrician sighed. "Well the Quirk effected you quite badly, normally Deform, and Shadowplane are small. Benign cysts and a pocket dimension. Grotesque was on a low dose of a drug, which powered his quirk up some, but enough to harm. Anyway, his empowered quirk... well... Tayori-kohai... the mirror."
The nurse rotated her arms and a liquidy shivering metal appeared and formed a mirror.
What he saw was not at all what he expected.
That was not him.
The—the–the creature in the mirror was only vaguely human.
His face had sixteen eyes in a configuration of no semblance of order, eight on his left and eight on his right, some below his mouth, all had a deep dark red sclera and his eyes were a toxic yellow-green reminiscent of radioactive waste, all at odd angles and when he blinked, he noticed his eyes had to layers of lids, one of which closed vertically from an eye. His hair seemed to be made completely out of the night sky, stars shimmered within, it was long and extended largely to the ground, but was translucent. He gave a toothy smile to find far too many teeth; long, thin and sharp. He seemed to have a lip down the side of his face and down past the hospital gown, he got it to open, terrifying everyone in the room as his entire head split open and shadowy tongues emerged, displaying sharp teeth all the way down. They couldn't see brain, though, so that's good. They only saw abyss, not as good.
His arms were... alot. He had seven, four at his shoulders, two on his hips and one on his left shoulder. Each extended about two meters. The pair with a normal number of elbows, his middle pair, had a mouth with human teeth on his wrists, the top pair had an elbow and where a hand would be, split off into two more, with another elbow between the split and the wrists. His bottom pair had five joints and weren't restricted in mobility. Finally, his top arm was like a tail with a hand at the end, he coiled it around his neck and found a mouth in the palm.
On the subject of hands, it seemed his middle arms were the most normal with five fingers and a thumb. His midsection hands had a total of twenty fingers, as they were like the grabby tools with two hands facing each other, which had no thumbs. His top pair had three each; two fingers and a thumb. His top arm had seven with five fingers and two thumbs.
He looked to his legs and found they had five knees, alternating direction; forward, backwards, forwards backwards, forewards. And rabbit feet with four toes each and a velociraptor-like talon coming from the middle of each foot touching the ground, both about twenty centimeters in diameter, three centimeters thick, sharp as steel and glimmering like Damascus steel.
He noticed the nurse made a mirror for his back, and found another mouth on the base of his neck, and his spine protruded about two centimeters out his skin the same color as his talons.
He stood, surprised by the ease it took, though it did take considerable effort and turned around. Izuku checked under the gown and found nothing. He looked in the mirror again and found he had no penis at all.
"I'm not a girl now, am I?"
"You mean your ..uh," stumbled the pediatrician.
"He knows what it's called."
"Your penis?"
"Yeah."
"You... uh... have that in common with lizards. They keep them within their bodies for safekeeping until they need to be used."
He continued. His skin was white as snow and his veins were a stark violet displaying through his skin, and all his lips were a crimson red, except for his largest, which was a light gray.
He was three and a half meters tall, his legs were two hundred ten centimeters of his hight.
(Remember, he's four.)
"Also, what's with my voice?"
Midoriya Izuku stepped over the crowd as they congregated below the current villain fight, but as he was running late for class, he had to ignore it.
He had grown since he was four, towering over anyone he'll probably ever meet, at six hundred seventy five centimeters tall. 4.05 meters of this is just his legs, luckily he can fit into any establishment with his legs 'accordioned' as his mom calls it. It is extremely awkward walking like that, but he at least has stability in his arms. His mom couldn't afford custom made clothing, so he wore large pencil skirts with holes cut into the sides and tank tops. As he doesn't have a traditional digestive system, he doesn't have a butt hole, so it's completely safe for him to go commando, though he tries not to, but today was laundry day. Any... waste becomes more hair, which he has in a large braid that still touches the floor and Izuku gets all the nutrients from his food. His hair has been growing since the incident, as his hair cannot be cut, the doctors even attempted diamond cutters, high pressure water cutters, and even a blowtorch.
The reason for his tardiness was that he had a date with an amazing boy he'd met named Shouji Mezou, and stayed up until one in the morning. Not particularly smart on his part, but it was fine.
As he was packing up, Bakugou and his cronies came to his desk. "Hey, circus freak, I'm not done yet."
"I am not dealing with you today." Izuku just stepped over them and escaped out the window, it was only the second floor, after all. He had this body for so long, he felt weird seeing his baby pictures.
Midoriya Izuku's voice was as if six people were talking at the same time, only they all had completely different pitches. It made for an eerie, yet melodic speech.