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Chapter 1: Butchered reality
Pain, That's what Billy Butcher was in right now, it had been a year since he had been diagonosed with a tumour in his brain. one caused entirely by himself
Constant use of the Temp V or V24 its also known as, had really taken its toll on original scorched earth plan that he had along with using Soilder boy to strip Homelander of his powers allowing a easy victory? Never happened, why? Because, he just couldnt commit to it, not with Ryan still there not knowing what the adults were up to.
Truly, Butcher was a fool, if only he had not made that promise to his wife, Solider Boy would have taken care of the cunt who raped her for good by now.
and made a Homelander 2.0 in Ryan putting the world in even worst shape, trading a manchild for an actual one thats more powerful than the former..
Chekovs gun, the analogy comes to mind for this instance.
And lets not forget what has transpired this past year, from the presidental elections, Being kicked off the Boys as leader due to medical reasons. Starlights status as a hero being trashed by a redneck bitch and his old 'friend' Joe Kessler being in fact a...
No, best not think that! its hard enough handling him.
Its just only several of the dozen fuck ups to plague him.
its already bad enough that hes dying with nothing to show for it.
Billy Butchers only hope now lay in that supe killing virus. Because if thats off the table, Homelander's 'son' maybe the only one that can stop him and thats even if, hes up to a bit of...Patricide. But again chekovs gun.
Whats the point? Billy would mutter. Would it had been better if Becca had told Ryan the truth of what happen to her from the start. Helping him gain control of his powers as soon as they manifested? That when it came from push to shove that the Son would be able to avenge the mother?
Fuck, As much as Butcher hates to admit it, But with the whole Becca dying thing, maybe it was her own fault.
Okay, where was he? Oh yes, Previously He was in a bar in New York City getting drunk miserably just after getting attacked by the Deep and Black Noirs Replacement back at HQ only saved at the last possible moment by A-Train.
His apparent new abilities, thanks to the Tumour known as Kessler failed to show themselves when called upon to help the team.
while arguing about the silent treatment going both ways, Butcher and Kessler stumbled upon Ryan on the Vought channel on TV apparently on some crappy christmas episode of a crappier version of the sesame street show.
Poison put forth for all the good girls and boys to hear, too naive to notice anything wrong with the message it was trying to get across.
See something, Say something? The song those caritures of the Seven were singing?Good if youre talking about reporting about something truly fucked up and wrong, not suffering in silence, shit like that.
But the way that Vought and by extension Homelander Presenting it? They wanted to Supress free speech, that cunt wanted to further Voughts polictical agenda and are not above using Ryan to do it.
This angered Butcher, Couldnt Ryan see it? that his mother wouldnt want this? or did he not even care, finally breaking his promise on not becoming a cunt just like his rapist father?
But in the midst of his dispair, an Christmas miracle happened. Ryan during the broadcast stopped the song! He spoke out on the importance of family and how it was all you got. The Supeborn boy even went as far as admitted to how much he was missing his mum and how she much loved Butcher.
That moment actually made him smile, not in the usual malioius way that he does when fighting supes but an actual one.
Eventually Ryan ended the broadcast apologing to everyone before walking off set bringing the whole show off the air.
"That is why i have faith in the kid" he exclaimed to kesslar who looked annoyed at the proceedings.
After another swig of his booze, The terminally ill man leaves the bar laughing at the hallusation of his long dead friend.
but not for long.
It was only a moment later that when Butcher had stepped outside to go home, that his tumour started to act up again, It was very bad, the worst one , He couldnt collapse here not now! it was cold and there was a some errie mist gathering around easy to mistake something as normal. It was if the ghosts from a christmas carol were going to materise and tell him to stop his naughty bastard ways or no one will care if he dies.
jokes on them its too late!
And if that was the case he would kill them before they even got the chance to do so.
However, to Butchers surprise no such thing ever came to pass.
Wobbly, he wandered through the thick fog that limited the little vision he had. His tumour subsiding a little, he pushed on. he had to get back inside the bar. if he were to do that at least someone would call an ambulance for him if he kneeled over.
Finally as the fog cleared a little, The Leader of the boys took a good long look at his surroudings and realised at that moment that he found himself no longer outside the bar.
Nor anywhere in New york.
but instead, inside a Domed building of some kind with a Glass ceiling, It was huge! like as big as a theme park hell, could be as big as central park itself.
Butcher's not sure if he was hallocating again due to the tumour or something identical to it but this place did not resemble anything that could be found anywhere in New York.
Not in a place where supes were as common as grass if their day to day 'activites' were of any note.
VoughtLand maybe?
Had he traveled that far? On foot? No, cant have but wait, was it supposed to be night? And if it was the case why did this look like some botanical gardens with a fountian at the centre? and wasnt it supposed to be Christmas? where are the decorations? The reindeer? He expected at least the jolly old fat guy with the beard to be present.
What in the actual fuck was going on? Butcher wondered as he could feel himself even now get weaker by the second.
With the fog completely gone, he could see clearly see the scene before him and what he saw defied all his reason.
The aftermath of a massive battle. It looked like one too like straight out of a comic book
Were those teenagers dressed like supes, was he on set of some wierd japanese reality show?
If that was the case where were the cameras and the camera men.
Wait what the?
He neared to what appeared to be a young supe whos been beaten up abit and whos getup eeriely similar to queen Maive's right down to the hair seemed to be the only non jap here and was several years older than Ryan though from his size he could be easily be mistaked for an adult. Who is this? Okay now Butcher wonders if the late seven member had some secret son that the boys had overlooked this entire time. This was eerily Similar to how Homelander had Ryan with Becca.
No...Butcher seriously doubted that, Since for one Maive, although a raging alcholic she would not condemn a child to a life in Voughts twisted servitude and two, even if she did have a little sprog with someone, it would have been concensual.
Snap! uh sound of butcher trodding on a branch alerted the boy nearby to his presence.
"Hah!"
The boy in a almost lightling pace threw a powerful punch that stops just inches away from knocking billys block off, the power behind it felt condensed, calculated unlike how homelander normally throws one. Butcher could see the redheads features quite clearly now, to his suprise it was still quite unncanny of how this boy closely ressembles Maive if she was a king leonidas , just what about this aura he was faced with? the look in his eyes? They almost remind him of someone very familiar, but who?
"Who are you?" the boy asked accusingly "You with the league of villians?"
But before The Englishman could even answer him, His vision blurred, In a Coughng fit he collasped to the ground going seemly innert, his tumour finally had caught up with him.
"Sir?" the boys expression change upon seeing billy health deterorate "Sir! Whats wrong?"
Inmediantly the boy was by his side trying to get help for him. Butcher could barely hear what the boy was saying due to currently losing consousous, but, from look of his expression he looked desperately trying to save him. Butchers couldnt believe his eyes he just couldnt to how much he was reacting even if it looked genuine.
No way, this cant be real, it cant. All this time, Billy believed that anyone with superpowers were guarrenteed to be a right cunt if homelander, the seven or most of the supes were any indication.
But unknownst to him, the boy had also began to check him over for any form of id. hoping to get some information about him
And when the boy laid eyes upon his drivers Licence, the red headed youth expression changed yet again. he went completely wide eyed in shock immedantly the began calling out for some of the arriving supes to help even more desparate now.
Butcher couldnt make of anything that was being said but however, one word, one sentence, one part of the conversation stuck out to him more then the rest
"You know this man?"
"Yes hes my Dad!"
Dad? what kind of fucked reality is this? he thought as his concouisness finally gives out. But why had this boy called Butcher Dad? and what was going to happen now as his curtain call draws near will his tumour finally end him? will kesslar finally gets what he wants from Butcher?
for these answers we must go back to the past, not the past of butchers earth but of this one.
one where the flow time is different and one where the world is not dictated by a ruthless corportation like Vought and their product but where it was championed by a man who sundered almost all crime in his prime, a man who once had no power of his own but sought out to help others and those in need.
A man that this world calls... All Might
Fifteen years eariler (My Hero Academia Universe) New York City, New York, Times Square, 2185
Nighttime in the city that never sleeps, and there is never a moment here that something is not happening or going on.
Whether it be the day to day routine of the citizens or the daily adventures of the heroes. For those who live here in this sprawling metropolis, New york nights are 'never' quiet and tonight...was one of those nights.
A massive explosion rocked the famous square
It happened without warning, nobody even knew what was happening or how it happened, but for some reason out of the blue and out of the explosion, two indivuals appeared the same time and crashed into the ground, hard, leaving craters in their wake.
"who are they are they dead?"
"nevermind that where did they come from?"
"is it the result of a quirk?"
The most peculiar thing about these figures though was not just how they appeared out of nowhere, but what they were wearing as they appeared.
One of them was a man in his late twenties a rugged solider type, something their own Stars and stripe would wear only green, meanwhile the other, looked like an warrior princess near the same age with lushious red hair and is in need of some aid if the missing eye is any identification.
at this very moment, Racing across the city, heroes were on route to the square, locals had just called in to some of the local agencies for help to verify what's going on since both man and woman seem to be dressed as pro heroes but none of any kind that they can recongise
based on the scene, they were most likely rival vigilantes since, based from their wounds they had been through quite a scuffle. However, despite the suspicous circumstace, Neither of them havent tried hurt anyone...
yet.
Or at least one of them hasnt. that solider looking one? the one with the old timey war hero good looks? looks like hes back on his feet and wants to start trouble..even as pros began to how up to help law enforcement at the scene
"Get away from me you fucking fruits!" Screamed Solider Boy to the crowd near him shocking the public not used to hearing hero types swearing.
Ben Gillman aka Solider Boy had no idea where he was, one moment he had been tackled out of Vought tower by the seven's Queen of the lesbians, the next, he found himself exploding and crashing smack dab in the middle of times square.
Normally, this would be an none issue just a trip to the local hospital followed up with some pain meds. But then as he glanced the advertisements in the square. None of them were familar to him, not one stood out and no Vought or Homelander related material were featured at all.
Now Ben was no genius despite being a century old, he was a simple man with simple wants who's only contribions to world war two were a few photo ops. But even someone as damaged as him could recognise a moment straight out of the twilight zone kinda like the gremlin on the wing of that plane.
"Shit, im on a different earth!" he cussed as Heroes from all shapes and sizes conviene on him.and there were a lot of them, considerng that a explosion right in the middle of a famous landmark had just happened they will automaticly assume he is a terrorist or something.
"Sir?" Approach a pro hero who had just arrived on the scene "May we see your hero licence?"
First, stuck in a red Gulag for forty years now this? not wanting to go inside again he reacts how he normally reacts to stuff like this... voliently.
"fuck off, i have no idea what you are talking about" Ben Snarled, wanting to get out of here "Ive already been chewed out by the bastards at Vought once im not going to humour fruits like you!"
"Calm down there is no need for volience, please dont make this any harder!"
"You mean like my dick when i fucked your girlfriend?"
The Vuglar language baffled the heroes, they had dealt with disgrunted civilans before along with Vunerable people who made a bad choice or two and dangerous villians who threaten the populace for the most minor reasons but never have they dealt with someone so unreasonable and hostile on their first meeting for something they refuse to elaborate on.
immediantly Soilder Boy began to fight his way out the square. Even if these were heroes from another earth and not part of vought, he still couldnt trust them to not arrest him especially if they ever find out about his many crimes back home.
even without his shield, solider Boy was no stranger to combat and had no problem dealing out lethal force if needed.
"Stop him!"
"Pussy."
Eventually, A large muscle bound woman crashed Down from the heavens, she was stacked, even Solider boy could see it, as if the statue of liberty itself came to life. But unlike his son and himself, this woman was a hero, a true hero inspired by the best hero in her world. Her name is Cathleen Bates, aka Stars and Stripe.
"Who the fuck are you? A Smuffette Homelander?"
Ben Asked suspious of the new arrival However all the supe got from the woman was a smirk and a smile.
"Stars and Stripe, Number 7 hero of america, leader of the freedom force and you solider are under arrest."
Wait? Number 7?
Why? what did i do beside smash into the ground really hard?
Why are you attacking the pro heroes? and why do you refuse to show your hero licence?
Stars and stripe narrows her eyes at the supe taking a stance "Are you a vigilante? a Villian?"
Nope just a man with a plan who pisses out stars and stripes forever maam
Stars and Stripe hearing this raises an eyebrow, thinking about the weird demour of this man
jeeze another cooze in a cape with no sense of humour Ben muttered. seeing no way out of this mess, Soilder Boy decide to test his strength against this Stars and Stripe. He thinks that since he was in a different reality that if he did lose to her. The worst that was going to happen to him was getting thrown in jail since He had not since hide or hair of Vought yet.
"Alright muscle momma you asked for this"
end of Chapter 1