Nightmare roamed the streets as Dust remained beside him. He had been going over Shigaraki's newest plan. One thing Nightmare had found was that Shigaraki failed almost every attempt. While it seemed like fun to aid him and tear a school apart, they had bigger plans for the future of the world. None of them would be stuck forever and the day they make it back, the world itself may no longer exist in the future. Error had been curious to exam if his destruction worked on other worlds. In conclusion, it was positive on the matter. He had been able to alter a villains code to the extent he vanished entirely.

"You seem happy boss!" Dust grinned as Nightmare snickered. They wandered into a small restaurant, Dust taking the first table available. They weren't known luckily, allowing them to wander without troubles. Even so, it still bothered them all that Classic was still missing. Shigaraki had agreed to aid, but no searching had taken place.

"I'm simply planning the future Dust, you know that! I actually wanted to ask you a favor. I will keep the others with me, but I need you to sneak into the hero school. I don't personally care to help the villains, but it would give us a chance to look for Classic." There was a long pause as Dust scowled.

"You want to send me, a criminal by heart, into a school of heroes... Do you want my death?"

"While it does sound appealing, not quite. We need an inside man and in case Classic is in the area, you are required to protect him. While the coding has changed for all of us, there is still danger involved with Classic and I won't lose him." Dust nodded before sitting back in the seat. A waitress walked calmly over before taking their orders. It was weird eating food in a human body. Some human aspects were less than appeasing as well.

Lunch was mostly filled with endless silence. They paid before stepping from the restaurant and moving back toward the hideout. Dust had remained silent for some time before speaking up. His voice was tinted in hope as he spoke softly.

"I hope we find Classic Nightmare... I miss him!"

"We all do. Can you attempt an infiltration tomorrow? You can find some excuse or reason, but get inside the school grounds undetected." Dust sighed before they walked back toward the bar in silence. Neither needed to say a single word. The plans were made and it left Dust excited for the future.

Back at the bar they found it in complete chaos. Shigaraki had been behind the counter while Kurogiri was attempting to control the fighting. Nightmare had been more than confused until he spotted Killer grinning before an angry villain. Sighing, he approached slowly before smacking Killer on the head. He gave a startled look before smiling sheepishly.

"Heya Boss! You're back already, huh?"

"I am. Want to explain why every time you are left unsupervised, you begin fights?" Killer chuckled before twirling his knife.

"I mean... It's just fun and I was bored! No harm done boss, only a little blood spilled!" Nightmare frowned before rubbing his eyes.

"That's not the point. Keep hurting Shigaraki's people and we may become unwelcomed here. At least act like we care about their goals and objectives, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever... I'm headed to the room for the night!" There was a long silence as everyone watched Killer skip away. A moment passed before footsteps approached Nightmare. He glanced up to find Shigaraki.

"Sorry about my guys... They usually aren't this bad."

"Don't worry. Sometimes this is better for them. Let them fight and pick out the weaklings, you know?" Nightmare nodded before turning to leave. He glanced momentarily toward Shigaraki before chuckling silently. Giving a faint good night he left the room toward the others. Tomorrow it all began. The chaos. The despair. The worlds final days among the infinite universes.

The sun had begun to set on the horizon, a view Classic had come to enjoy. Living underground blessed anyone with merely darkness and isolation. The open world before him was like a jewelry box. Shining and enveloped in beauty. Even so, it was not his own to cherish. Humans were no different from the kid in his home. Murder was still among the living. No society would differ from the next. It was human nature to kill and steal, even discriminate. It left a sickening taste in Classic's mouth at the thought. He traveled silently through the halls, avoiding his class. Some of the students were genuinely nice, but they feared him. It was for the better at times.

He had moved silently for some time before turning the corner to find the few he could speak to sitting around in the common room. They noticed him almost instantly. Approaching slowly, Classic gave a short wave before leaning against the arm of the couch. He glanced to the green haired male before noticing his expression.

"What wrong Midoriya?" There was a long silence before he spoke. Tears threatened to fall, but Classic noticed Midoriya choke them back.

"Nothing really... Just bothered by earlier is all!" Classic sighed softly before glancing toward Tsuyu.

"I get that he said some mean things, but ignore them. You're a wonderful person no doubt, something he can never be. How about we head out for a bit and clear your mind!" There was a long pause as Tsuyu shrugged.

"I don't see why not! It would be fun to relax for even a moment." Midoriya frowned before leaning back in his chair.

"But what about villains? They live in the city..."

"I'll protect you both, so don't worry. You need time to relax, okay? Trust me on this one!" Midoriya nodded slowly as Classic smiled triumphantly. "Good. Let's hurry before others catch on. I'm not much for groups, so lets keep it slimmed!"

"That's probably better. The bigger the group, the more noticeable." Midoriya chuckled before rising from his chair. He helped Tsuyu as they turned and left. Chatter filled the halls as they made their way toward the entrance. Once outside, they were welcomed with cold air. Both students shivered while Classic was unfazed. He glanced at the clear sky, a dark blue enveloping the open expanse above.

"You like space?" The question drew a confused look before Classic shook his head.

"Not really. I like the idea of stars and the glow they give. To be honest, this sky is so different from my own. My sky is made of fake stars to represent the truth. A fake model to make the underground more like home."

"The Underground?" Classic froze as he frowned slightly.

"Yeah. Don't ask, cause I won't tell. My past is not something pleasant, that's all you can know. Now, let's continue." He moved onward without another word, leaving the other two completely confused. They accepted his answer before chasing after him as they moved into the night.