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Living Doll of MHA

A child is born into the world of MHA. She is not born in Japan but is instead born in England. Her Quirk? It is still yet to be determined but from her birth, she has the appearance of a baby toy doll. Will she be a hero? Will she become a villain? Or will her path be one that is her own that is outside of those two choices? (Short release of a chapter or couple of them, unlike my other projects that have been continued.. do not expect regular updates!) Kofi Link to donate and join monthly for early chapter releases: https://ko-fi.com/dancematdan Discord Link: https://discord.gg/ehdpPFzrFF

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Tiffany wandered around until she finally came across a street sign then continued further down the road that pointed her towards the next location that was not in the middle of nowhere.

There was no feeling of fatigue as she continued to move unhindered.

With her new gains, it was like she had more mobility than ever before and each step contained more power which carried her towards her destination faster than what she was previously capable of.

It was like she had a new and better body than what she previously had.

In some places, it was familiar to her while another was a little strange to get used to right away.

It took some time for her to get used to her new situation and she kept walking for around another hour until she started to see a more public area in front of her eyes.

She soon ran into a large problem that was related to her present situation.

She had nothing to use besides what was on her body when it was dumped.

There was no money or anything else that could be used so there was no method available to get a roof over her head.

She was a young girl who was alone at night in a big city where anything could happen overnight.

Not a single method was available for her to be able to sleep somewhere safe for the night.

After thinking things over, Tiffany found a spot on a bench and sat down with her eyes closed.

Her body went limp like it had gone to sleep and her consciousness disappeared to somewhere else.

Meanwhile in another location further away, a doll that had been sitting on a shelf came to life.

The small body started to move a little then turned its head as it looked around the room.

Inside was a dark room that had someone sleeping inside and their body was difficult to see clearly.

Their body was covered by a blanket and was positioned in a darker shaded location of the room.

The small doll was still able to see enough from where it was positioned then it opened its mouth. "Oi! Butch! Wake up!"

In response to the loud shouting that came from the doll, the covers that covered the figure suddenly jolted as if the person in the room had been quite startled and was on alert.

Their body sat up and displayed an alert demeanor as their head went back and forth looking around the room for any threats.

Upon seeing there was nobody around, they let out a sigh of relief and then turned their head towards the doll.

Their deep voice said in a scolding tone. "Tiffany.. you really should learn to change your way of getting my attention. One of these days... I will end up not taking you seriously."

His tone sounded a little serious but even he knew that he would still trust in her no matter what.

He could not forget the number of times he had been woke up or suddenly startled by her usual way of communication.

There were times when he was woke up or startled by her and while sometimes it was unwelcome and annoying most times that it happened, there were many times when he was very grateful for it.

He could not count the number of times he had been saved by her voice that suddenly shouted towards him without any warning.

The moment that her voice was heard was when he usually sprung into action to defend his own life.

It was like he had been trained to respond automatically to her voice.

Each time there was some form of danger to his life, her voice could be heard and it had resulted in his life being saved.

He was able to jump up from wherever he was and fought for his life against whoever was trying to harm him.

His life was full of dangers and assassin attempts yet he had been able to survive for many years thanks to her while learning how to adapt during times when she was not always around to watch over him.

The lamp near him was turned on which lit up the room showing his overall appearance.

What was displayed in front of the eyes of the doll was an older man who had the features of a bulldog.

There was a scar going down one eye along with several similar knife wounds that were on his arms and chest area underneath his tank top.

His name was Butch and he was one of the adopted siblings of Tiffany who had been sold off to a crime syndicate.

He had been working his way up the ranks but the higher he got, the more dangers he had to experience along with it.

If there were any of her siblings that had trusted in Tiffany the most and had handled a lot of her affairs then it would be Butch.

He may have mixed in with all kinds of criminals and adapted to such a cutthroat way of life but he was still very grateful for everything Tiffany had done to keep him alive.

Just like most dogs, he was loyal by nature to those he considered as being close to him.

Perhaps it was due to his Quirk Factor that made him that way which influenced a part of his personality to have traits like a dog along with his appearance and other traits he inherited.

If someone did not betray him then he would always retain that loyalty.

The doll's eyes met his and then spoke up again in a serious tone. "Butch. I need your help. The parents finally went and took things too far. I will tell you the location so arrange for me to be picked up and brought somewhere close for now. I am on the street alone right now so.."

Upon listening to her brief explanation, his eyes turned increasingly savage as if old painful memories had been brought up and he was further angered by the situation she was in.

Some memories came back to him all of a sudden.

They were memories that he wanted to put behind him and where all of his struggles began.

There was nothing more painful for a dog than to be abandoned by an owner or family member to whom they had grown deeply attached.

There was a stage in which he went through a lot of depression like he wanted to just die in his present situation and all he could do was wish to be taken back home but he could no longer return to the carnival.

His only link back to there was Tiffany so he naturally latched onto her as his main reliance while his dislike towards his adoptive parents had started to grow the more time he heard about their activities.

He suppressed the rage that had been building up then softly spoke to the doll. "Tell me the location and I will have you picked up right away."