Song : Ghost
Artist : Confetti
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Bakugo stood in front of the door to his dorm. He dug his hand in his right pants pocket. He felt around, cursed, and switched to his left pocket with his left hand. Cursing some more, he swung off his bag and dropped it to the floor. Kneeling, he unzipped his bag and rummaged his hands through it.
"Mother fucker," he cursed, agitated. He pulled out folders, placing them on the floor beside him and carried on his search. "Where is it?" He opened a small pocket, "My god," he whispered, pulling out a set of keys. He picked up the folders by his side and returned them back to the bag rather roughly. Not bothering to close his bag, he stands, inserting the key and unlocking the door to his room. He turned the key, removing it from the lock and slipping it in his pocket.
He stepped inside, taking off his shoes and dropping his bag next to them. He placed the tips of his fingers on the door, leaning and gently closing the door. Slowly, he made his way to the bed, swaying side by side with each step. He sat on the bed, adjusting his position constantly until he was finally comfortably laying down. With only a bland, off-white ceiling to look at, Bakugo closed his eyes.
A minute later his phone vibrated. Bakugo normally couldn't be bothered with things such as his phone. He never spends long on it but he was alone. He was bored. He wasn't bored enough to sleep but he was bored enough to go on his phone. He reached in his pocket, his blazer restricting movement. Annoyed, Bakugo sat up, taking off his blazer and chucking it to the floor. He lifted his dress shirt, untucking it from his pants. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
He reached back into his pocket and finally pulled out his phone. He layed back down, turning to his side with the phone just inches away from his face. Looking through his notifications he saw the most recent one. A text message. Bakugo furrowed his brows. He clicked on the notification, and it opened an app. It was for texting. Not through the standard contact list, Bakugo had to download it. He never used it. He didn't have many friends. Who would he need to contact through a separate communication system?
Immediately after it opened the app, the chat was also entered. It was a random contact that Bakugo never put in. Spam is likely to occur with this app, Bakugo wasn't entirely alarmed. He was slightly confused, though.
From the sender was a single link. It had a picture that hadn't been loaded and connecting underneath it were a series of letters and numbers and symbols that make up a link. Normally, Bakugo wouldn't open these notifications. Normally, Bakugo wouldn't click random links that strangers would send him. It was normal for strangers to text, trying every scam that the receiver would believe. It was normal. It was so normal that Bakugo turned off the notification to the app. Quite normal that he even deleted the app two years ago.
It was normal.
Bakugo turned over on his stomach, more confused and alert. "Didn't I delete you?" He asked his phone. The picture of the link finally loaded. "What the fuck?" Bakugo looked at himself, strapped to the first place podium. Thick shackles that weighed heavy on the arms that they fell limp. His legs were strained as the small photo of him leaned forward, struggling to escape. His head was forward and furthest from the podium. His eyes wide and glowing red with rage, clearly photoshopped.
Bakugo scowled at the photo of him. He hated that photo. He pondered for a moment, staring at the screen. He pursed his lip, clicking on the link. The link took him to a different app, a search engine. It took a while to load.
When it finally did load, Bakugo looked at the title.
There were multiple pictures of lined notebook paper that had turned yellow and written with sloppy handwriting. Bakugo looked at the first piece of paper. Written it big letters, Bakugo read:
Is Katsuki Bakugo a clone of the biggest villain in Japan?
Bakugo struggled not to laugh. "A clone?" A grin emerged on the boy's face. "What the fuck? It's like the celebrity mind control thing all over again." Bakugo clicked his phone off and got out of bed. He left his phone just below his pillow and walked to the door, chuckling. "Am I a clone?" He laughed. He slipped on slippers that were sitting in front of the wall in a line with his other shoes.
He opened his door and left the room with a smile.
Is Katsuki Bakugo a clone of the biggest villain in Japan?
katsuki Bakugo, a student attending the hero course at U.A. acts exactly the way as "The Red Glare". The Red Glare had been known to be the most powerful villain to ever exist. Because of the embarrassment that Japan faced of the creation of such a villain, he was never taught and was never mentioned to anyone. He became forgotten. Not many know of his name but he was placed in the 'Underground Archives'. A library filled with files of police reports, birth certificates, newspapers, and more evidence concerning a situation the leaders of the world want to keep hidden.
"The red glare" was highly known for his method of murder, luring victims, and torturing. To paint a picture, he would take a knife that was heated and sharpened. He would tug on the skin of the victim and slice and peel the skin off of them. With every victim he skinned he would take a small part and sew it onto him,tattooing the victim's name. It is said in the Archives by higher forces that The Red Glare had many more victims than recorded and to those that were recorded were never fully evaluated to be given an understanding on how the murders went.
The archives had reports and statements from coroners and several doctors that couldn't quite explain the order of the torture. The most fascinating piece is that "The Red Glare" had to have had some sort of medical education as he performed the most hurtful torture for the longest time without killing a person.
How was he able to do this? No Information.
Somewhere in the archives said that he smelled good.
How did he smell good if he had dead skin sewed into his, just rotting away? No information
The archives were closed off. Technology is much more advanced than the leaders show. What are they using to seal the breaches? No information They made a clone or possibly were able to recreate pro-hero Eraser's power and turn it into technology, possibly.
Katsuki Bakugo
Explosive power Won sports festival
Violent tendencies
Shackled when he lost won. why?
Same shackles as villain Quirk?
The Red Glare
Knowledge in bombs 'Hand grenades' At 13 created his first hand grenade U.A. hero course Hero course
Won partner battles
Murderer
Shackled during confession (requested)
Red Glare would set off bombs in random areas in the world. What were they made out of? No information
How was he able to travel long distances? No information Confirmed teleportation In the school files The Red Glare had attended he was placed as quirkless.
It was a top hero school, how could he have gotten quirkless? No information
The archives held many photos of The Red Glare. He had blond hair and red eyes, similar to Katsuki Bakugo. They look the same, almost exact other than that The Red Glare had much darker skin. Could be because of the rotting flesh sewn on. No photos of his youth. He was found everywhere. Many photos catch him in the background of many normal photos of tourists.
How was He captured in hundreds of photos? No information They were his victims and he was making sure the people on top knew who it was. Or maybe to give a warning. Like black crows.
Case A11-3025, Photographer/Origin of name: The last victim of The Red Glare was written in the folder to be a photographer that worked for the local newspaper. A Japanese man (5'7, male, pink hair, straight, yellow eyes, 1' lashes,) managed to take a picture of The Red Glare before the camera fell from his hands. Several witnesses present. All stating a blond man wearing a medical mask stood nearby a gate when was asked by the victim to "pose for a pic" As the mask was being pulled down the victim took dozens of shots. All were blurry but one. The one picture that showed The Red Glare had a red glare in the print, a line of red slashing diagonal on the screen on camera and photo print. Hence the name Red Glare
They say that he had to be over sixty years of age. He looked the same age as when Katsuki Bakugo was 16-18. Guesses made by forces was that he had to have been immortal.
Does he never physically age or is he immortal? No information
How is he immortal/stays young but can teleport? No information Multiple quirks have been reported as increased in the many years with most children having at least two.
Was he the first person to get multiple quirks? No information One for all One One for all had not been a quirk in this time. It appeared approximately four generations later. No information.
All witnesses of Case A11-3025 had been eliminated by secret forces (now disbanded) after questioning.
How does The Red Glare connect to Katsuki Bakugo other than the fact that they look the same? No information
Why was Katsuki Bakugo in the files under The Red Glare? No information
Is Katsuki Bakugo connected to Sensai Katsuki Shima? No information