“Skolas! Get your butt back here!”
Izuku, now 8 years old, was running down his street, chasing after Skolas, the first of his children. It had been 4 years since Skolas had hatched, and Izuku found out very quickly that he was…
Well, there was no right way to say it. Skolas was a little shit.
Izuku turned the corner of their street and saw Skolas scurrying along the path, half-naked and fiddling with his secondary arm holsters. Izuku only got some loud chirps and growls in response to his yell, which basically meant; “You’ll never take me alive!”
“Skolas! If you don’t get back here right now I promise I won’t be taking you alive! Just take your bath! Then we can both relax!” Skolas turned right, crossing the street (after checking both ways and reaching a pedestrian crossing), and started running towards the beach.
Even though Izuku was a bit exasperated right now, he couldn’t help but wonder what sort of project Skolas was working on to make him this desperate to get back to the beach.
It hadn’t been long after Skolas was born that Izuku and Inko discovered his scavenging tendencies. When he was a pup, he would rifle through the drawers and cupboards around their apartment and assemble the things he found into tools and weapons, before bringing them to Izuku in search of praise and validation.
Inko had almost fainted the first time Skolas had presented a makeshift longsword, built with a 5-year-old Izuku’s size in mind to the boy. Izuku always supported Skolas’s inventiveness, but he had made sure to direct him towards building tools and support items instead of weaponry.
Izuku knew that Dagobah beach was Skolas’s favorite place to go, but he had never seen it himself. Skolas always came home incredibly dirty, but he was always super happy, tinkering with whatever creation he brought back.
But Izuku had never actually been to the beach. Inko had been there a few times to watch over Skolas while he scavenged and played, but Izuku had never actually been to it himself. His mum had always told him how bad it was, but as Izuku reached the street corner and saw it for himself, he understood why Skolas loved it so much.
It was a scrapyard and a half.
Massive junk piles towering above him stood all over the beach, each made up of a multitude of different scrapped items. Fridges, toasters, whole cars. You name it, and you could probably find a broken version of it on Dagobah beach.
Izuku slowly stopped running and stared in awe at the beach. While Inko had explained it to him, he had never imagined that it would be this bad. That people would be ok letting something like this exist with no action taken to clean it up.
Izuku actually felt really proud of Skolas at this point. Not only was he helping him by building cool items for him, but he was also using his hobby as a way of performing a community service, clearing the beach more and more with each creation.
From where he was standing looking at the beach, he could see Skolas scurry up onto a pile of garbage and start fiddling with a toaster. Izuku walked up to the railing and yelled out to him. “Skolas! You can have one more hour at the beach, but the arm caps need to stay on, got it?”
Izuku laughed as he heard Skolas’s triumphant cry, and moved over to the bench next to the stairs, watching over him as Skolas scurried around the beach.
At the end of the hour, Skolas presented a self-loading crossbow to Izuku, as well as 7 usable bolts for it. Izuku didn’t question how he had gotten it to work, he just accepted it.
The smile and chirps he got in response to praising the creation made his day.
Izuku smirked as he lifted the dumbbell over his head again
Now at 13 years old, Izuku had started puberty with a bang, sprouting up like a weed. He already towered over most kids his age, and his ability to cultivate muscles was growing as well. Where he focused on stamina when he was younger, he was starting to focus on strength now that it was safe for him to do so.
Another effect that puberty had on his Quirk was the fact that he seemed to no longer be able to stop making Ether Eggs. A notion that initially terrified both himself and Inko. Luckily, Skolas quickly proved that they didn’t have to worry.
He had grown over the years, now standing at around 6 feet, and not needing to use the arm caps anymore. They had originally stopped him from moving his second set of arms so that he could get used to the finesse needed for hands and fingers, but now that he was older and bigger, he could use both sets of arms simultaneously with little issue.
Skolas had taken to spending most of his days at Dagobah beach, and when the sudden influx of pups started, had volunteered to take them out of the small apartment and bring them to live with him at Dagobah.
That fixed the issue of housing for all of the pups, but it brought about a different problem. Izuku still had to go down to Dagobah every day to feed the pups their fill of Ether. But he didn’t really mind, especially after the habit set in fully.
The only other issue was that Izuku was running out of ideas for names for them all! Ever since his 12th birthday, he had been spawning around 4 pups per month. Which was a near-constant source of anxiety for Izuku. He technically had 49 children now! At thirteen years old!
Placing the dumbbell back on its rack, Izuku shook himself out of his memories and started his cooldown exercises for the day. He still had to help his mum clean the lounge room and give Ether to all of his kids.
He helped Inko with the cleaning, lifting various items while she vacuumed the floor, and dusting with all 4 arms, stuff like that.
After that, he headed off towards Dagobah to see his children.
“Gather, everyone! Feeding time is near!”
Skolas yelled from the top of his podium, getting the attention of all of his brothers and sisters. They stopped what they were doing, mainly scavenging for materials and playing, and headed towards the shelter they had set up.
Father would be here soon to grant them their Ether. He always arrived at the same time, 30 ticks of the time-circle before sundown. He had never been late, always arriving perfectly on time.
Skolas did a quick scan of the clearing they had made over the years on the Beach of Scrap, looking for anyone who hadn’t heard him. He let out a small chitter as he saw sparks coming from the odd one’s build-place.
Walking across the clearing, he waved a few other stragglers towards the feeding hut, and entered the odd one’s build-place. Pushing aside the blue tarp, emblazoned with the logo of the House of Heroes, he saw the odd one, still hard at work.
With thick, pink head-fur, two arms, and a penchant for scavenging, the odd one, or Mei, as she called herself, had been coming to the House of Heroes’ settlement for a few months now.
She had arrived early in the day, just after sunrise, running around and poking all of their shelters and tools. She had seemed to be the same age as Father, albeit vertically smaller.
She had followed him around for that day, most likely because he was largest, and watched intently as he went about tinkering with various tools and weaponry. After a while, she had grabbed one of their spark-spears off of one of the racks, tinkering with it, rambling in the tongue of father’s people.
And while they could understand Father, this female spoke gibberish to most of their ears. There were a few words here and there that some recognized, but they were few and far between.
Skolas had almost summoned Kalisk and Irxis to remove her from the settlement when she stopped working on the Spark-spear. She let out an odd noise, like Father’s laughter, but with an odd feeling to it, before revealing that she had somehow improved its power generator.
After proving herself to the House as a tinkerer, she was allowed access to the settlement, but they had eventually figured out a way to tell her to keep it a secret. While Father promised that no harm would come to the settlement, it was a more desirable outcome to be safe, not to be sorry, as Father would say.
But right now, Mei was being loud and disruptive, distracting his kin from feeding time with her tinkering. She didn’t even notice him until he was behind her, grabbing her by the arms and picking her up.
She let out a long, sharp noise, and started to speak in Father’s tongue, but Skolas did not budge. Carrying her out of the build-place, he plopped her onto the floor and stood in the doorway.
Mei knew that she was not to be in the settlement during feeding time, it was one of the many conditions they had made to allow her entry, but Skolas knew that she got lost in her building sometimes. He could understand the feeling.
“-Leave us now, Odd one. You may return at sunrise, come next-day”
He wasn’t the most fluent in Father’s tongue, that honor was held by Variks, but he could tell that she understood his meaning. She nodded slowly, before exiting through the north-east gate.
Skolas chuckled, letting out clicks and grunts, at how her shoulders dropped in exaggerated movement, as she clearly showed her disappointment at having to leave. Smiling, he returned to his kin and prepared for feeding time.
He wondered if Father would enjoy the odd one’s company. He didn’t seem to spend a lot of time around those of his own people, outside of the knowledge halls he attended daily.
Perhaps he should allow for the two to meet?
Izuku entered the feeding hall, getting cheers in response.
He was glad that his children enjoyed his presence, but he did feel a little guilty that he wasn’t able to spend more time with them. He knew how independent his children could be, but he also overheard their whispers when they weren’t paying attention to him.
Some of his children thought of him as almost a deity, a life-giver, arriving at their settlement once a day to grant them the Ether needed to survive. And while the facts were true, he did come here every day to feed them, he didn’t want them to worship him as a god.
There were others who seemed disgruntled at how little time he spent with the House, and Izuku felt really bad that any of his children were feeling upset. He had tried to spend more and more time here as he had gotten older, but it wasn’t a large increase.
But no matter what, Izuku had promised himself that if he couldn’t be with his children 24/7, he would at least help them cherish the time he was there. He would tell them stories about the heroes he had seen on TV, and laughed and danced with them as they fed.
His children had designed a really smart system to make feeding time more efficient. All Izuku needed to do was make sure that a large container of Ether had been filled each night, and it would filter down through taps to everyone.
This system had shortened the time it took for Izuku to give Ether to everyone, meaning that he could spend more time with all of his children. He spent this extra time in a multitude of ways.
Whether it be testing out their newest creations, or helping the ones that liked knowledge more than crafting learn things about the world, or teaching the ones who wanted to fight better train, he always found himself happy in the settlement.
Tonight was a special night though, as he had two more Ether eggs that were ready to hatch. His children always seemed to find great joy in having their numbers added to, welcoming their new siblings with open arms, and helping him in their upbringing.
He allowed the eggs to move down his top set of arms, and onto the small platforms at the front of the room that had been created for this. They all waited for a moment as the eggs shook faster and faster, before eventually, they cracked open, revealing two new pups.
Izuku did a quick check, as he always did with the newly-spawned, and confirmed that they were both female. He raised them into the air, getting cheers in response.
“Say hello to your new sisters everyone!” Raising the one in his left hand into the air first, he continued. “I name this one Avakrii! And her spawn-mate shall be known as Eramis!”
Skolas stepped up beside Izuku, taking Avakrii off of him and handed her to one of the pup-carers. Izuku handed Eramis over to another. “Now, let’s party! In celebration of their spawning, let’s get you all some Ether to eat!”
As more cheering rang out, Izuku couldn’t help but smile, giving Skolas a side-hug with his right arms.
He really loved his kids.