Dr. Takeyama lifted (Y/n) up, carrying him out his poor excuse for a bed. The infant made some noises as she carried him, recently finding it a good idea to play with Dr. Takeyama's short hair. The Scientist sighed, eventually gaining the opportunity to sit the young boy down and grab the rest of her stuff. 

She picked up a briefcase that held some more of her syringes, each of which was filled with mixtures she made. Enhancers, as she called them, were her definition of a blessing. As someone who was born with a disadvantage to others in more ways than one, being able to create these was amazing. She could give gifts to those she found worthy, not to mention the curses she could cause for those who were undeserving.

She opened the briefcase and pulled out the largest syringe in there. It was filled with thick, black liquid, and was labeled 'Puncture.' She grinned evilly as she wiped the tip with alcohol. The was one of the final pieces to her puzzle. With this, there was so much more (Y/n) could complete. 

The 'Puncture' mixture was special. It gave the person injected the ability to unknowingly impact others in an immediate way. Changing their thought processes, opinion, ideals, motives— it could easily destroy several moral compasses. It could even influence feelings someone might feel towards the person. It could make a jerk consider them a good friend, a cold person become bubbly at the sight of them, it could prompt the best of people to steal, and the ability can even make an angel kill happily.

The only downside to the injection was that it infected the whole body, and burned while it did this. It took about a day for it to set in. Dr. Takeyama was not looking forward to having to listen to the project scream and wail for the next twenty-four hours.

· · ·

"Good morning, Doctor," the older man stepped into the office, "how are you?"

"I'm doing perfect!" Dr. Takeyama said cheerfully, holding the babbling, laughing baby on her hip, "after nine months of working on this, we can finally start."

Oh.

"That's good to hear, Doctor," the older man smiled.

"Now we just need to get him into the orphanage and wait for him to be adopted." Dr. Takeyama foretold.

"That's good to hear. I can get right on that if you would like?" the older man questioned, holding out his arms for the infant.

She handed him the baby boy, both of them listening to him squeal in reasonless delight. The older man gave her another smile and left the room, going to the exit so he could plant the child. 

This was where The Scientist's workplace got its name, actually. She had found the perfect place to do her work—her sister's orphanage. More specifically, the basement. There were two entrances/exits to the space, each placed in a spot where no one would find them. A floorboard in the west wing's hallway 'K' and a small trap door placed right on the other side of the fence, making it not on the property. This meant there was a very little chance of being found out, or having any interruptions. Another reason this was the perfect location was that she could easily drop subjects into the orphanage. Send the older man up, he brings the kid to the orphanage, the kid gets adopted; it's a simple process.

The older man came back an hour later without the child, having fully handed him over into the real orphanage's care. Dr. Takeyama grinned, proud of her work, but also glad to get on to the next step.

Project R.E.M.I.X. was a go.

· · ·

"Hey, (Y/n)..." (Y/n)'s father smiled sadly at the sight of his now three-year-old son. (Y/n) had seen pictures of him, heard stories, and had been told that as soon as his father got the papers, he'd be taken home, "I know you've never met me in person, but I just wanted to talk to you. I missed you."

"Really?" the small child asked, "thanks!"

The man looked hurt, taking a second to let the fact that his son doesn't know him sink in. 

"Yeah, and someone else does too," the man smiled as his adopted son piped up, "this is Tomura."

"Hi!" (Y/n) chirped, unknowingly making an indent in the hearts of the two for himself—unknowingly puncturing them.

"Hi, (Y/n)," Tomura smiled, "I can't wait for you to come home with us."

"Yay!" (Y/n)'s responses were cute, but anyone watching could tell that they seemed... robotic, almost? Like someone else had come up them in the hopes of imitating a child.

"We can play with the water guns I got last week, and I got a new soccer ball we can use!" Tomura foretold with excitement.

"Wow! That sounds cool!" (Y/n) remarked. 

(Y/n)'s father suddenly felt a wave of nausea run through him. Something was definitely wrong—extremely, terribly wrong. One of his many quirks, Sensory, was alerting him all of a sudden. It was reacting as if there were several people using dangerous quirks on him, but the only people in the room were him, Tomura, and (Y/n). (Y/n). 

He felt his pulse spike, quickly shifting into a fight or flight mindset. He grabbed Tomura's hand softly and stood up, smiling as soft as he could fake at his biological son. 

"We'll come back soon, okay?" (Y/n)'s father said.

"Okay!" (Y/n) chirped. 

The man felt his blood run cold. He pulled Tomura away, not giving him a proper chance to give his brother a farewell. He needed to get out of there as soon as possible. Something was right. He needed to get (Y/n) out of that dreaded place too, but he couldn't just do that right that second. He needed to come back for his son. Whatever was going on in there wasn't natural. (Y/n)'s father could feel it. 

· · ·

"Shit! How the hell did this happen?!" Dr. Takeyama questioned, rushing around her lab, inactivating everything.

"Excuse me, doctor, what exactly is happening? You just rushed down here in a panic..." the older man wondered.

"The heroes know that we're here, we have to abandon everything and leave," Dr. Takeyama made sure all of her subjects were locked away before she rushed into a private room only she'd been in.

"What?" the older man asked, "They know about the lab?"

"No, but they know we're at the orphanage!" Dr. Takeyama came out of the room, holding a case with two syringes, "if we leave everything now, we can come out unscathed."

"How, though?" the older man was quiet, fear starting to set in his bones.

"They don't know our identities or our quirks. All they know is my gender and height, and that I have an accomplice," Dr. Takeyama's eyes softened, "I want you to take one of these syringes and run. Inject into yourself as soon as you can, and then start a new life. Move out of the city or something."

"Doctor..." the older man called her sadly.

"I'm doing the same," Dr. Takeyama opened the door leading to the emergency exit as they heard voices and crashes upstairs, "come on-"

"Where am I?" a childish voice called out.

The two of them turned back, horror morphing onto their faces. They'd assumed he'd blend in with the other kids, but somehow he'd managed to get down here. He probably found the tunnel through the kitchen counter upstairs. The two adults gave each other a knowing look. Now that he'd made it here, they couldn't return him without getting caught. Dr. Takeyama grabbed him and made a run for it, beelining for the exit.

· · ·

"I didn't actually think I'd ever have to use this place..." Dr. Takeyama grumbled as he held the sleeping three-year-old in her arms. 

She almost felt bad about what she was about to do. Unfortunately, now that she couldn't influence what was going to be caused by her experiment, she had to get rid of it. The best way to do so without killing it was to bury it, so that's what she decided to do. As she entered the asylum's walls, she gave the owner, who was waiting for her, a knowing look.

He led her to the back and down a hall before going down lots of stairs. He opened a door, and she walked in and placed the child in the dark-filled room. 

"You wiped his memory and drugged him, right?" the owner of the building asked in a whisper.

"Of course," Dr. Takeyama sighed, "we shouldn't have to worry him, now, right?"

"Of course."

(I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! I made this one kind of long... Anyway, I know that there's a lot of time between updates, so feel free to request oneshots [no smut] or read any of my other books! Also, don't forget to vote and comment if you enjoyed!)

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"Yu Takeyama?" a woman strolled gracefully into the lobby of the hero agency, her heels clicking.

"Ah, yes?" the young looking woman answered, standing to meet her.

"Mr. Sakamata is ready to see you," she smiled, leading Yu down a hallway.

The two walked down a corridor, eventually reaching an office. The woman knocked, and after a low "come in," she left Yu to her own devices.

"Ah, Ms. Takeyama," the tall man greeted, "it's a pleasure."

"The pleasure is all mine, Gang Orca," Yu answered, bowing slightly.

"Well, let's get straight to business, shall we?" he asked.

"Of course!" she answered in the most bubbly tone she could muster.

"Alright..." he trailed off, skimming over her resume again, "you have a doctorate, that's quite the achievement. And you graduated from one of the top hero schools in the country..."

After about half an hour of discussion, Gang Orce set down the papers he was holding and thought for a moment.

"I'm having trouble finding where you listed your hero name," he stated.

"It's at the bottom, sir," Yu smiled.

"Ah, I see," Gang Orca went quiet for a moment, "well, I'll be glad to have you as a part of this agency until you become independent, Mt. Lady."