Hello there everybody. This is Hypocritical Hyper-man, coming at you with a brand-new story of love! Horror! And possible groans of discomfort!

So first thing first, this is my first real story that I have written in over four years, so I do not know what level my writing skills are at, though I am pretty confident in them.

Second off all, for those who read my previous story, The Thousandth and First Human, thanks for sticking around! For those who wish to read it though, I have decided to delete said story, as I was unsatisfied with it. I might rewrite it at some point, but do not hope for much, as I have other stories I want to write first.

Now, just as a quick heads-up to you guys, this story will not really be a BNHA story in its tone, at least not later on. Granted, I will be trying to stick to BNHA's very hopeful tone for the first couple of chapters, but with how my story is planned out to progress... let's just say, there's a reason why this story has an M-rating, and I might pull an Edward or two... or ten.

Also do beware that this story will contain spoilers up to and including the Gentle arc, so that anybody who has not watched the show... go and watch the show, it's pretty goddamn good. And then come back here for some chunky goodness that is BNHA fanfiction.

Now, just to get one last kink out of the way...

Boku no Hero Academia and and any and all related products belong to their respective owners.

Now, without further ado, here's the prologue to 'My Zombie Academia'.

The engines of a cargo plane roared loudly in the clouds. The two pilots, one with a face covered in a mask, and one with patches of blackened skin across his face, looked solemn, and like they were in mourning.

The man with the blackened skin looked up, pondering something, and then turned to his copilot. "Man, I can't believe it's the old man's last flight, like ever. Fuck, if Shigaraki had told me what this whole thing was about, I would have prepared something nicer to wear." He looked to the masked man, clearly expecting a retort of some sort from him.

"Well, with what we are doing here, you can understand why he would keep it all hush-hush." The masked man answered while waving his hand in front of his face, like he was swatting away a fly. "You did make sure that all the serum was on board before we left? Shigaraki would probably rip your face off if he heard even one sample was left behind." The man gave a worried look to his partner, clearly hoping that he did in fact remember all the samples.

The patch-man snorted and looked ahead again, seemingly entertained by the comment. "Heh, don't worry. I made sure every single sample is on board and locked tight. I think the hardest part about getting them onboard was keeping Toga away from them. That crazy girl kept on singing ~blood, blood~ like it was some kind of damn festival. Gave me the creeps." The man shook, visibly disturbed by talking about the girl. He began inspecting the different consoles in front of him, clearly wishing to not talk any further about the subject matter at hand.

The man in the mask chuckled, amused by his colleague's reaction, and a smile crept onto his face. "Aw, come on now, she ain't so bad. Once you get to know her, you will see she's a real sweetheart. Me and her have played a lot of games together, like 'rob the bank' and 'kill a hero'. Oh, and that one time when we 'worked' with Overhaul, man, that was fun, though he could learn to lighten up a little." The masked man had taken his hands of the rudder while talking, adding air quotes to 'worked', insinuating that it had been anything but that. He then stood up from his seat, and began walking out the door to the hallway, muttering a quick "toilet" before closing the door behind him.

"I wonder, it should be about time for Shigaraki to drop the old man. Man, leave it up to him to think up something insane like this. I am sure glad I am not one of those sorry-ass people down there. Well, time to take a well-earned piss … maybe I should see if you really can drop a huge icecube of a plane, send it down with the old geezer, heh."

Back in the cargo haul of the plane, two men were at the end of the large room, hands covering the body and face of the one smaller one of them, and the other, much larger one having no facial features whatsoever, his face being an amalgamation of scars and broken tissue.

The smaller man looked at his phone, and then put it in his pocket, seemingly satisfied with it. "Seems it's about time, Sensei." He said, looking at the other man.

The larger man looked down at his apparent protégé, or, what could account for looking in this case. The muscles on the man's face contorted, giving off the impression that he was … smiling. "Ah, so I am finally going to learn why you decided to break me out of Tartarus, even though I made it clear that I had retired. It's unusual for you to keep something secret this long from me Shigaraki, but I trust that whatever you have planned, it is something I can be truly proud of." The large man gestured to the huge cargo boxes beside him, dwarfing even him.

Shigaraki walked over to the box that the bigger man had just gestured to. He put his hand up to what looked like a small screen, which began to give off a dull green light, as the box seemed to come to life upon being touched. The name Shigaraki Tomura showed up in a sharp digital green next to his hand, after which one side of the box began to slowly lift itself, showing of racks of vials filled with a dark red liquid. Shigaraki reached in and grabbed one of the vials, pulling out an injection needle which he began filling with the liquid from the vial. He turned to the other man, mania and pure cunning evil glinting in his eyes.

Shigaraki then stretched out his arms in the direction of the larger man like a preacher. "All for One. The greatest villain to have ever lived. The one who fought All Might, twice, and forced him to reveal how weak he really was, and how weak the society that relied on him was. The one who set the stage for the world to crumble, but never got to make it fall."

Shigaraki began walking to his left, but quickly stopped, suddenly snapping his head towards All for One. A look of hate came over him, twisting what could be seen of his face behind the hand into a devilish sight. "They wanted you to disappear quietly, to be forgotten. Like those damn vigilantes, they wanted to sweep you under the rug, tell themselves it was game-over, that the good guys had won." The devilish look disappeared on Shigaraki's face, only to be replaced by a grin beginning to spread across his face, which seemed to be reflected in his master.

The air was palpable with the tension, like the two men themselves commanded the very air around them to shake with excitement. Shigaraki, who was physically shaking himself at this point, gestured wildly with his arms, "Well, I think we should have a sequel though, one where those cracks you made, begin rotting and spreading. And you will be the one to start it all, though you sadly won't be around to become the main boss." Shigaraki began walking towards his mentor, injection needle in his right hand.

"Hoh, this does indeed sound grand. Breaking the foundation of the world, rotting it away? If what you have planned truly works, I could ask for no better farewell present, as that is what I am guessing that liquid is for?" All for One pointed at the needle, clearly bemused by this newest plan his protégé had concocted.

"Yes, that is exactly what it is. I will inject this liquid into you, and you will begin to see … changes happening to your body. Given it is you sensei, I would presume that it will not react to you as it did to the other … 'subjects'." A sad look began spreading across Shigaraki's face. He stopped just a few short steps from his master, and a glimmer of some kind of struggle in Shigaraki showed itself, but was quickly quashed, as he took the last few steps over to his mentor. "I find it sad you won't be there to teach me anymore sensei, but I do guess now the student really will surpass the master."

Shigaraki then took the needle, and tried jamming it into All for One's neck, clearly struggling with the height difference. "Though not in all things I see. Sensei, would you be so kind as to bend down, the injection would be best injected in your neck area."

"Why of course. Sometimes it is the duty of the master to indulge the student when he does something exceptional." All for One said as he began bending forward, letting the smaller Shigaraki get a clear angle to his neck.

Shigaraki then stabbed the needle into All for One's neck, pressing down on it and injecting the red liquid into All for One's body. The veins around the area of the injection began turning a dark red, as All for One began laughing. "Hahaha, so this is what you have made. Why, you most certainly have surpassed when I expected you to do something like this. I am guessing that I have a maximum amount of say … a couple of hours left, before this stuff kills me?"

"Yes, but that will be plenty of time to have you be where we need you to be. There is a parachute set aside for you, which I would ask that you put on, and then jump out in about…" Shigaraki once again looked at his phone, and then put it away again. "One minute, after which you will land near a village. Do please wait as the serum then takes its effect. Anything after that is wild game, as neither I nor you for that matter will know what happens exactly, only that the stage will have been set for this society to have a game-over. And sensei … hope you enjoy the bonus stats."

"Of course. I will make sure to fully enjoy this last gift from my most precious student." All for One picked up the parachute that was located up against one of the sidewalls of the plane, and proceeded to put it on. He then walked, slowly, but as though every step carried the authority of a god. As he stepped in front of a door in the side of the plane, he reached out his hand and grabbed the handle. He pressed down firmly on the handle, and opened the door, as the air drag immediately began ruffling his clothes, but he stood there, as still as a rock. He turned his head towards Shigaraki, and though he did not have eyes, it was as though he was drilling right through Shigaraki. "And please, do give my 'regards' to All Might and your rival Deku."

Those were the last words All for One said, as he the next moment jumped out the plane, and disappeared in the clouds as the cargo plane sped away towards a dark horizon.

Aaaaand that's all she wrote. Hope you enjoyed that prologue, as we will now move over to our real protagonist, Cinnamon roll-man... AKA Izuku Midoriya and his class as they begin to find out just what Shigaraki has planned. Hope you put on your seatbelts, cause this one is going to be fun... for me, mostly me.

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