(*pov Jack)
After our little discovery about my quirk, we quickly rushed over to the stranger to figure out more about him. I first tried commanding him to sit down on the park bench, and to my surprise, he actually did. Then we attempted to get him to speak his name or tell us something about himself. That didn't go as well—he couldn't produce any understandable sound and kept gesturing to his helmet or head. We weren't entirely sure what he meant, but deep down, I had a feeling he was indicating that he was incapable of speaking.
Then I got the idea to order him to take off his helmet. What we saw underneath made all of us jump. To put it frankly, he didn't have a normal face—nothing like some of the other weird mutant-type quirk users. He had only two giant, pitch-black circles for eyes and nothing more. No nose, no mouth, and I didn't even see ears or hair. His skin was ghostly white, without scars or blemishes, simply nothing. He looked more like a marionette or a doll than an actual human.
After that scare, we quickly got over it and tried other methods, experimenting as much as we could before the paramedics arrived. I tried to get him something to write with, but Mrs. Midoriya didn't have anything on hand. Then we thought it might be better to test the capabilities of my quirk. I attempted to summon more of it, but I quickly realized that while I could do it, it would almost certainly knock me out if I tried. Another issue was that I didn't know if I could send the summons back, so I decided to avoid summoning more of them until I knew it was safe and had a place to put them—without cramming my mother's apartment full of them.
So, we moved on to the next things that came to mind. Izuku tested the helmet to see if he could identify what material it was made of, while I ordered the puppet around to test its physical capabilities.
When the paramedics arrived, we had only managed to discover that the helmet was made of some lightweight steel—nothing particularly special. As for the doll, it seemed to have just above-average human capabilities, comparable to a well-trained soldier with several years of experience, but nothing superhuman. It was a bit disappointing, but I won't look a gift horse in the mouth. I finally unlocked my quirk, and while it doesn't seem too strong, it's not bad either. Besides, I have a feeling that if I started complaining, Izuku might actually strangle me. I know he's timid and not physically strong, but something in my gut tells me not to underestimate him.
Anyway, when the medics approached me, my puppet stepped protectively in front of me. Before things could escalate into a big misunderstanding, we quickly explained that he was part of my newly awakened quirk. At first, they were skeptical and didn't believe us, but when I ordered it to take off its helmet, the paramedics quickly changed their minds. They mentioned that they'd seen stranger things in their line of work. I could tell there was still a bit of doubt in their minds, but they probably figured that the truth would come out at the hospital. So, they just shrugged, escorted me into the ambulance, and quickly determined that I was mostly okay, with only minor bruises and burns. They still insisted that I should come with them to the hospital, just to be safe and to have my new quirk examined as well.
I quickly said goodbye to Izuku and his mom, and even gave them my mother's phone number so they could contact me through her, since I didn't have a phone myself. After the exchange, before we could leave, Mrs. Midoriya spoke with the medics to ensure they could contact my mother. It seemed a bit unnecessary, but I appreciated the gesture.
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The ride to the hospital was uneventful, but I managed to talk to my mother with the help of the paramedic who stayed with me and the puppet in the back of the ambulance. My mother was very worried and assured me that she would meet me there soon. I was a bit shocked by her response because I had expected her to come only after her shift at the hospital. That's when I realized I might have forgotten this small detail about my mom's work. Still, I was glad that, even if it was just at the hospital, she would rush to help me when I truly needed it.
When we arrived, one of the paramedics escorted me to a waiting room to meet the doctor who would conduct a full check-up. When I finally entered the doctor's office with my marionette, I found him speaking with my mom about me. As soon as she saw me, she rushed over and gave me a big hug. Although it was comforting, with an injured side, it wasn't the most pleasant feeling. I let out a small hissing sound from the pain, and my mother instantly realized the issue and let me go. She then began to check if she had caused any additional harm.
Eventually, the doctor cleared his throat to get our attention. My mother sheepishly returned to his side so we could begin the examination. It was nothing serious—the machines only confirmed what we already knew: minor burns and bruises. The only new finding was that the kick combined with the explosion had bruised one of my ribs.
After we were done, my mother followed me to the quirk counselor's office. It seemed they were just changing shifts; an older man with strange glasses and a bushy mustache left the office as we arrived. Inside was a younger man of average appearance who introduced himself as Hideo Michikawa (OC, not particularly important). He asked me about my current understanding of my quirk and the circumstances of how it appeared.
He then examined the puppet more closely and made some observations that he wrote down. He mostly confirmed my and Izuku's observations; it turned out we were pretty accurate. The only unusual finding, discovered using an X-ray machine and other medical tools, was that the puppet had a fully functional human body that was essentially a replica of mine—from blood to tissue samples—though it was slightly modified. It appeared to be an almost blank slate that could be altered, though neither Hideo nor I knew how.
After that, it was revealed that even though I had a quirk, I still had my extra toe joint. Hideo shrugged it off, saying it was an old and unreliable method for checking quirks, mostly used by the older generation of quirk specialist doctors. The last thing he asked me was what name I would like to use for my quirk registration. As I looked at the puppet being unhooked from the machine and then at its gear, I had a sudden flashback of a giant H-shaped constellation in the sky with the name Helios written on it. I first muttered it, and then, as if possessed, I said with all my soul: "I want my quirk's name to be Hyperion!" The doctor raised an eyebrow at the particularly unusual name but wrote it down without any problem.
With that, I was cleared to go home with my mom. During our trip home, we mostly talked about how my day went, how I met a new friend, and reluctantly, I told her the real version of what happened and why I had initially lied. Mom wasn't happy about it, but she understood why I did what I did. She even said she was proud of me for standing up for Izuku and the other boy. I felt content that everything had turned out so well today, with my side treated with anti-burn creams and tightly wrapped with gauze from the local pharmacy.
I finally lay down on my bed while the robotic puppet, now out of its combat armor, stared at me from a corner of the room. "Huh, creepy jackass," I muttered and smiled before sleep finally took me.