#au where mc has a summoning scps quirk

[anonauthorsworkshop]

more of the MHA x SCP AU please? maybe MC saving someone?

People have been annoying you these days.

You mind your own business. You swindle a cashier to give you what you need. You get your food and clothes. You walk back home to your cardboard box in the alley.

You don't do anything, yet people still keep trying to steal your groceries!

"Give me back my bag."

The man laughs. "I don't think you understand the situation here, kid. You let me have your stuff," he cocks his gun, "or the boy dies."

You stare at the child held in his arms. "I think I do understand the situation, adult." You sigh, your tired eyes piercing his, "I don't even have any money in the bag. It's just food. This is a waste of your time."

"Don't lie to me!" he barks. "I won't hesitate to kill the both of you."

You groan. You really don't have the energy to deal with this.

He points his gun at you. You feel your anger deepen, and with a powerful surge of emotion, 076 appears in front of you. The gun fires.

076 is unaffected by the bullet. His movements are so fast that his figure blurs.

"Weak," you hear him growl.

A black blade materializes in his hands. You watch, nonchalant, as the sliced head of the gunned man drops, bouncing to the floor.

You're only alarmed when he also pounces on the kid.

"Hey!" you yell, running over to the anomaly. "Able, what are you doing? I didn't say to kill the boy!" You scold, whacking him with your hand. "Bad, bad!"

076 grumbles, slowly standing to tower over you. "I hardly understand why you leave the little human alive."

You roll your eyes, grabbing back your bag. "You're stupid. He didn't even do anything!"

"You-"

"I don't care for your excuses." You drag him by his arm, making your way home. "Don't kill everyone in a blind rage, or I'm never summoning you here again. You can go back to the foundation, back to your coffin, and stay locked there for all I care."

He averts his eyes from yours. "Fine."

"Good."

You pause, feeling your bag being lifted from your arms. You gaze at 076 with curious eyes, tilting your head.

"You're too small to carry something of this size," he mutters. "...Stop looking at me like that."

-

Izuku had never run home so fast in his life.

He hasn't slept. His ears are still ringing from the gunshot. He's been writing in his notebook about the encounter, the scene playing in his head like a broken record. Who are you? What could your quirk possibly be?

If you weren't there to help, what would have happened to him?

He tries to shake the thought away. He needs to get stronger, to keep training. He needs to make his mentor proud.

Huh. Should he tell All Might about this?

[anonauthorsworkshop]

MORE MHA SCP AU PLEASE???

sure lol

for new people, this is an AU where MC, (transported to the MHA world), has a summoning SCPs quirk. i have literally never read or watched MHA. everything i know about it is from fanfics alone, so take anything ooc with a grain of salt. you can find more of this AU under the “pp mha au” tag.

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You’re convinced that someone cursed you with a horrible streak of luck.

First, you’re shoved into a new existence: a child in a world where society runs on “quirks.”

You’re ill-fated enough to have one -- the ability to pull anomalies of a different cosmos to yours.

Anomalies, as in, unimaginable horrors you once regarded as fiction. Ones you've been killed by in video games, hell, even played as. Ones you've read and seen online. Ones that you know like the back of your hand.

What was once an ambitious wiki project has been rebuilt as a part of your reality.

Whoever gave you, out of all people, the magic to conjure SCPs as you please, has made a horrible, horrible decision. Because you have no idea what to do with them.

To make matters worse, you always seem to run into the "villains" of this universe. A myriad of people have attempted to either kill or steal from you ever since you arrived. And you're just some homeless kid who wants to get back to their cardboard box in the alleyway.

A body enveloped in ear-like growths lays beside you. You rummage through the mass, satisfied once you find your grocery bag. They tried to steal from you.

They're dead now, though. Thanks to the teddy bear you hold in your arms, made entirely of human ears.

As you walk back to your makeshift cardboard home, you come to the reminder that you may be acting too nonchalant for your situation.

You can't blame yourself. Instead of feeling, you've shut everything down. Maybe that's what you need to do in order to get by each day. It's fine.

Who draws the line of fiction, anyway?

Gripping the bear closer, you decide to further indulge in the comfort of hugging stuffed animals. Even if the plaything's sentient.

-

Another cold case.

Another dead body to add to the pile.

Tsukauchi Naomasa rubs his nose, mouth parted. These homicides have been continuous for a month, unsolved.

Mysterious disappearances. Bodies with their necks snapped. Limbs torn apart, portions seemingly eaten. Corrosive secretions seeping through skin. Marks of claws and teeth at a size inhumane.

And today, another body found with the skin, trachea, and internal organs coated with the same ear-like appendages.

The first responders started to bring a bucket with them to throw up in.

Tsukauchi can't blame them. These bodies have all been discovered in grotesque forms. But they do have a commonality.

They're all villains. Thieves, murderers, prison escapists. Each body identified with a face even recognizably human had criminal records.

It seems a vigilante has found their calling.

Or, rather, a group of vigilantes. That is the recent debate. The causes of death have all been different. A single quirk could not be responsible for each case.

However, it's contradictory. A significant amount of people must be involved in these murders if so -- but each murder has been committed in a certain region, not across the country. Coordinating a group of this size in such a small area would ultimately lead to their downfall.

They waited for a mistake. The deaths didn't stop.

These cases aren't normal. They're irrational. Logic only applies to a certain extent. It's impossible to fully explain them until further evidence is provided.

Tsukauchi doesn't like to admit it, but like the rest, he's stumped. The detectives are all-

He pauses at a familiar ringtone, reaching for his phone. Humming at the caller's name, he accepts the incoming call.

"I have something that may be of help!"

"All Might?" Tsukauchi inquires, putting the phone on speaker. "What is it? It's unusual for you to call at this time of night."

"Before I found that speed-quirk villain, I saw something."

Tsukauchi blinks, listening intently. Was this the evidence they needed?

"Actually, I saw someone."

"Oh?" The detective grins. "Do tell."

[anonauthorsworkshop]

can we get more of the MHA AU i love the concept so much like MC just being this scrunkly little thing and then summons an entire monster from the SCPverse to protect them

for those who don't know, this is an AU where MC gets isekai'd into MHA and has a summoning SCPs quirk. this is a bit on the longer side

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Living without a roof over your head has not been a fun experience.

It's a struggle to even get food some days. Ever since you've been swiped from your home universe and into this eccentric one, life's been excruciatingly difficult. Not to mention the fact that your body has been regressed into your younger years. And, for some ungodly reason, you have the ability to conjure anomalies. From the SCP Foundation. At your beck and call.

It took a while to convince yourself that this wasn't a fever dream.

You've been getting by, at least. You may have the body of a child right now, but your mind is that of a young adult.

Today, after much guilt tripping, you managed to convince a cashier to give you some food for free. You're thankful that you haven't had to resort to stealing yet.

Grocery bag in hand, you start to make your way home. Home as in your makeshift cardboard box placed in a random alleyway.

You're content with the meal you're able to bring home today. So content that you don't notice someone approaching.

The grocery bag sways in your grasp.

You blink, and your hand turns empty.

"Hey!" You yell at the thief, little legs running wildly to reach the man. "That's mine!"

He looks back at you, stopping in his place. "Look," his voice oozes of confidence. It only irritates you more. "I don't have time for you, kid."

"Yes, you do!" You stomp over to him, stretching your arms to snatch your groceries back. "Give it back."

Laughter reaches your ears. "Give me one good reason why."

"I'll give you money," you bluff, "lots of it. My mom's a lawyer."

"A tempting offer." He hums. "Give it, then."

"Give me the food first," you reply, praying he doesn't notice your rugged, dirtied clothes that scream your mom is definitely not a lawyer.

He shrugs, and you find the grocery bag is back in your hands. Instantaneously, you make a break for it, running as fast as your legs can.

It's not enough. A blurry figure darts past you, and soon appears in front of you. It's the man, and his presence freezes you in place.

"Thought you could lie and get away, huh?" You gulp, feeling tears form. This young body is too fragile, damnit. You try to shove the tears back down your sockets.

"You're clever, I'll give you that." He steps forward, "But I have a quirk, you know?"

"Since you lied, I might just leave you a mark."

He reaches for his pockets, and a wire within you snaps.

He's grabbing his weapon.

Help.

You want help.

Please.

"An interesting situation you're in, dear."

A voice behind you.

The smiling mask leans in front of your vision. "Say, who is this man?"

"A bad one," you whisper. "A very bad man."

035's grin widens. "I see."

Black appendages burst from the ground. The thief doesn't even scream when they wrap and curl around his body and squeeze. His mouth opens, but his vocal chords have already decayed. There is no shout to hear, only the sizzling of skin and the man's frantic gurgling.

035 snaps his fingers, handing you back your groceries. "There you go. All dealt with." Your shoulders sag in relief. You move to thank him-

"Oh, and won't you be so kind to keep me here longer? I'd rather not be locked back in that dreary cell of mine."

"Fine. But I'm carrying the groceries."

"Isn't it heavy, dear?"

"You'd corrode the entire bag!"

"Fair point."

-

This is dangerous.

There's a villain lurking around the city. One with a powerful speed quirk, nonetheless.

Leaping into the air, All Might narrows his eyes, spotting a swift blur running in the streets.

Found him.

He pauses and squints. There's another figure next to the villain. Judging by their small figure, it's a ... child?

There's no hesitation when All Might bolts from his position. He has to get there fast.

Yet when he arrives at the scene, the hero is astounded by the sight before him.

A body, rapidly decomposing as a black ooze engulfs the villain. Unrecognizable of any human feature.

All Might anxiously scans his surroundings. The little kid, where are they?

He leaps into the air again.

He will be reporting this incident, he decides.