Hi, i told you i would write an actual prologue that wasn't 500 baby words.

- In this story The Sixth User Is 17 ‐ Felt like i should clear that one up riiight away. And again, the users and their personalities have been mostly adapted from headcanons as this was written well before anything major was released about them.

Please enjoy this crackfic with a plot I'm still figuring out 🤠

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The first was confused.

The second was supposed to be enjoying a mimosa in heaven.

The third was certain he died.

The fourth was wary.

The fifth wanted to know what the fùck was going on.

The sixth was still in a daze.

The seventh was staring in awe.

The eighth wasn't fully there.

One for All was certainly an interesting quirk with many secrets and such but a power to this degree? It was completely unheard of. The power to resurrect the dead, should not exist to put it simply.

If you were to ask any sane user of One for All what death was like they'd tell you it was nothing, they'd tell you they forgot about the enternal blackness the very second they blinked back into the living world. Then if you asked the Second user, he'd say its "totally bonkers but it feels great to think again." The other users don't claim him, we don't even know him.

The early morning sun poured over the horizon, lighting up the beach with caramel hues, only just spilling into the modern city that sat quiet behind the newly awakened users. Distant sounds from the 6am commute were barely just in earshot of the group of dead people on the beach, it felt nice to them, being able to hear every day buzz without the piling fear of an immortal criminal out to personally destroy your entire bloodline! It was like they were in the back seat of the car called life.

"Is- Is that Toshi?" Nana gasped, striding towards the pair of other actual living people stood on the beach. One was a tall, tall, TALL burley man built like a full wall, he was towering over a tiny kid who looked like personified bush and‐ HOLY CRAP WAS HE RIPPED TOO. The sixth scoffed, pulling up his neck guard deciding these people weren't worth craning his neck for. The sad saga of shorties.

"It IS him! Jeez, he's giant." The seventh laughed, it was so contagious it got the other ghosts chuckling too. "And this kid! When i was his age i was eating ice cream on the sofa binging trashy reality shows." That elicited a few snorts which soon dissolved into full on cackling.

"It's nice to finally meet you all." The first smiled softly. "I'm glad my power brought together such a colorful group of people, i know this is a strange situation to be in but let's do our best to get through this together."

"Same goes!" The fifth whooped. "I can't wait to watch over this kid, he seems like hoot!" He spared a quick glance at the kid in question who was currently choking on the floor while the eighth hovered over him like a nervous mother. He laughed nervously, murmuring a quiet "ah he took the hair route."

The Second's face lit up like the New Years sky as he shimmied over to his childhood bestfriend, pulling him into a tight embrace; the other grinned right back at him, accepting the hug so fiercely it knocked both men to the floor. Soon the others joined in, crying into their predecessors and successors alike, people they thought they would never see again. "We made it in the end." The fourth murmured and the others were inclined to agree.

"I don't mean to ruin the moment but what about that...guy?" The sixth murmured wetly, his finger extended towards a floating entity that, if you squinted, kind of resembled Nana's protege. Its face was shrouded in a gold mist, features completely deadpan as it hovered close to the pile of sniffling dead heroes.

Nana blinked at the apparition, deep in thought. "That definitely is Toshi, but Toshi is right there alive and trying to perform the Heimlich Maneuver on his own successor." She hummed thoughtfully. "The best guess i have is that this ghosty ghost is acting as a placeholder of sorts for when Toshi himself actually...joins us." The last part was said quieter as the woman winced a the thought.

"Yeah i don't think you have to worry about him biting the dust anytime soon. The dude is more jacked than literally anyone else I've ever known." Daigoro huffed. "And tall. God damn he is sO TALL."

"Isn't he great!" Nana beamed proudly. "He was still scrawny when i bit the dust but look at him now!" She suddenly took on a darkly serious expression. "I wish to pinch his cheeks."

"Do it, girl. Don't have regrets in the afterlife." The sixth smirked. "Oh look buff baby green is leaving. Bye dude, have a great life. Oh wait is that a sTARFISH, look its a starfish."

"And we lost him, you always do this." Daigoro said blankly, stopping his protege from running over to the distant starfish fondly. "I doubt that starfish wants a ghost hounding it bro."

The ghosts continued to chatter, unaware of how Nana was trying and failing to reach All Might. "RaH, what the heckity heck, its like I'm on an invisible lead. Come on universe just one pinch."

"Now that you mention it.." The fourth mumbled. "It's as if we're being dragged on an invisible tether connected to that green kid. Ah, that's whats happening here."

"Please explain for the less intellectually gifted. Thanks." The second said with Love topped off with sarcasm and served in a deadpan.

"This green boy is the ninth." The fourth stated simply, ignoring how the others balked. "And One For All has simply cultivated enough power to bring our spirits back into consciousness."

The third rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I see. It feels as though i died yesterday yet I'm aware that a fucking huge amount of time has passed. Excuse my French."

"SO WE'RE ATTACHED TO A MINOR?" The second shrieked. "I GOT BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE TO BE A PEDO?"

"Yikes, imagine. Couldn't be me, never me." The sixth yawned. "Perks of dying young, i guess." He finished with a shrug, snorting at the disappointed looks shot his way. "He's kinda cute though."

"At least i could legally drink alcohol when i died." The second retorted.

The sixth laughed mockingly. "You think i didn't drink? I was 16 and being hunted down by an old ass supervillain. Thats alot of stress for me. When i died i had to pass down the quirk to bestfriend who was a year younger than me at the time."

Nana waved. "Hi, i am the bestfriend."

"Wait thats so cute." The first gasped. "Bestfriend dynamics are always the best, i would know." He finished with a fist bump with the second.

"Friends are for losers." The fourth and third said in unison, nodding at eachother briefly.

"I don't know, you two sound like besties to me." Nana snickered earning a glare from both men. "Go on, just admit it!"

"The only thing i am comfortable admitting to is the three murders i committed." The fourth deadpanned, making the woman choke. "Or maybe it was seventeen, i don't remember."

"HOW COULD YOU GO FROM THREE TO SEVENTEEN?"

"Honestly." The third sighed. "You're all too much. I suggest we spread out and recharge our social battery before we end up committing a ghost crime or something stupid like that."

"I definitely feel like you're speaking for yourself there, threesome. Can i call you threesome. I'm gunna call you threesome. Thanks." The sixth snorted.

"Spread. Out. Now."

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There we go, a nice new prologue. It's all shiny and cool with hinted backstories that i may flesh out later as well as the crack i know you all love.

Uh the thing with the sixth: He was 17 when he died and therefore still 17 as a ghost. To be honest, i just needed to project onto him as i simp. Plus who doesn't love a short youngster to incite unnecessary drama?

One day I'll figure out a good plot to this, I'm getting there though! I can already see the All For One arc in my bRaiN. So go me.

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