Chapter 1: The Ones Left Behind
Deep in the winter where the sky is black and the land is white, a woman could be heard screaming and her husband screaming louder due to the bones in his hand being broken one by one by his loving wife. During this demented contest, a slightly bloody head of a newborn started to peek his head out.
Groans and strains could be heard from the mother and father pair as the infant got squeezed incrementally into the doctor's hands. The mother was a typical European brunette woman with slightly above average looks, her defining feature was her startling grey eyes which seem to depict an ever-raging storm due to a mutation in her quirk. On the other hand, the father was a bit less distinct appearing, he had grey stained black hair that went to his shoulders and deep black eyes that hide an almost manic-like energy, his face is angular with deep ridges due to malnourishment.
Before this, the pair were on their way back home from their farewell party as the woman was retiring from her post for her child. But on the way back her water broke so the duo made a bee-line to the nearest hospital which led to their current predicament.
Time crawled by and eventually, the couple's efforts paid off. A smack could be heard followed by the wronged cries of a new soul that blessed this world.
The doctor handed the newborn back to his mother and took the father away to fix his mangled fingers.
Upon the father's return, he saw his wife gazing at their son, practically glowing with happiness.
"What do you think Maria? He's a real beaut if I do say so myself" The father stated whilst cradling his newly healed hand.
Ignoring her husband, Maria looked down at her child, starlight fogging her eyes. Due to the strain of the birth, she could only manage to kiss his forehead before falling asleep due to exhaustion, the content smile remained on her face.
The father, otherwise known as Viktor Wildmoor, smiled at her wife's sleeping face and planted a kiss on her slumbering lips.
But as his lips touched hers he couldn't feel her breath. He put his ear near her mouth hoping for any sound but only silence was his answer.
Carefully he shook his wife,
"Maria, Maria. Wake up please, this joke isn't funny" his voice growing increasingly frantic, but when his only reply was her sleeping face.
"DOCTORS, HELP MY WIFE-" after his cries a stream of doctors and nurses filed into the room.
On this winter night in the hospital remained a father and his son, the child feeling a similar sense of loss cried in harmony with his father.
A year later in Wildmoor household, Viktor practically isolated himself from his child as much as possible, only tending to his needs through the use of robots he created himself due to him being an engineer by trade but more of a mad scientist behind closed doors. Unfortunately due to the emergence of quirks his talents aren't as appreciated in these modern times. However, he continued to persevere despite being quirkless. His work made a major breakthrough into enhancing his systems and software when he hired his assistant who'll eventually become his wife, her quirk was that she could completely analyse machines both hardware and software. Eventually, the duo innovated in the field of robotics creating autonomous robots for consumer and specialist use. They even got contracts from various hero academies such as America's Lightyear Academy and Japan's UA to design robots and systems to be used in their curriculums and entrance exams.
However, due to the death of his wife, he became estranged to the world, becoming more and more reclusive to the point where he couldn't even face his own son who shared his mother's stormy glare.
The child in question, Terry, was a mish-mash of either parent with eyes that seemed more aggressive than his mother's and black hair with some brown highlights. At this point in time, being a one year old with his ability to crawl, was roughhousing with the nanny/pet android that was in the shape of a large dog. Well more like gumming at its leg whilst the droid continued to watch out for its well being.
Viktor, who could only view his child through a monitor sighed at his own cowardice. Despite having his son who he did truly love, he could not bring himself to live on without her by his side, he even lied to his friends about his illness. Looking down at his shaking palm he closed them.
'I hope I still have strength left' Viktor thought to himself as knew like his wife his time was limited.
In his contemplation an alert popped up on his phone, looking at the message he knew that he needed to take drastic action. The people responsible for his wife's weakened condition have now found him and his son and will take action soon.
Viktor then dialled a number into his phone,
"Hello father-in-law, yes I know...
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I'm sending him to Japan, yes I know but it's a risk because of All for One but it's one I'm willing to take. Don't worry I still have friends back there...
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I love you too and tell brother-in-law that I'm sorry for not keeping my promise...
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Goodbye."
Putting his phone back into his he looked back at the monitor where he saw his son, his one and only son. Turmoil raged within him, not only did he estrange himself from his son he was going to abandon him as well. A knock was heard at the door, a screen popped up showing the image of an old friend.
Viktor quickly opened the door,
"Thank you for coming at such short notice."
"It's no problem but is this really the only way?" The tall man spoke who was wearing casual clothes, blonde locks and strangely a red blindfold as well.
"I'm just running again I know that but I don't have long left anyway" Viktor replied solemnly, to this the blinded man growled,
"What the hell do you mean? Those bastards will never be able to track you with your skills even if-" Enlightenment suddenly hit the man,
"You lied, you said you were cured, you said you stopped going into that godforsaken mound of scrap." Viktor looked at the ground unable to meet his friend's blinded gaze. The man was almost shivering with anger but he suppressed it,
"This is not over, but first where is Terry," Wordlessly Viktor lead him to the room where Terry was sleeping soundly in the embrace of a metal dog. The dog in question looked up at it's creator and a stranger. Viktor spoke out a chain of commands to the dog before turning his friend,
"Patch is his guardian he will now recognise you as Terry's guardian, he won't need much maintenance but if something does go wrong take him to Powerloader or Hatsume-san. Take this as well, give it to Terry when he's ready." Viktor held an obsidian cylinder with circuit like lines etched onto it's glassy exterior. The man raised his brow,
"What is it?"
"This" As Viktor replied blue circuits formed around his hand and large shards of metal suddenly emerged before combining to form a large blaster looking contraption on his wrist that seemed to hum with power.
The man despite being blinded saw everything, the blindfold there so his enemies underestimate him.
"No way you did it"
"Well my ones are imperfect, they have the same problem as Atlas. Terry's, however, should be fine."
The man slowly nodded as well as clenching his fists.
"I understand it's about time I go."Viktor gave a small smile,
"Thank you, Seth, for everything," Viktor said before grabbing Seth into a tight hug. No more words were needed to be said, Viktor quietly watched as Seth left his home with his son in tow.
Weekly Power Status
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Ranking 
-- Power
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