Nana was still a little numb; she could barely understand the current conversation of the people around her. When she had woken up the green-haired kid, he had given Mordred, the blonde girl, a weird look. Nana finally understood why that was; at the time, she was too focused on piecing together her own situation. She had even made leaps in their conversation that made no sense but were somehow correct. Anyway, from what she could understand based on the information she heard and the details she gathered, she was in the mind of a person who had multiple personality disorder or something like that. She was fuzzy on the details and could barely understand the basic information about the new body she was a part of, but the gist of it was that every personality had a quirk. One of the personality's quirks activated when Toshinori touched them, and she accidentally ended up being left behind when the quirk deactivated.
After a bit of recovery, Nana was finally able to ask an important question. 'Who's currently controlling the body?' The skull's blue flame eyes flickered and seemed to focus on her again. 'That would be the newest alter. He goes by the name of James Moriarty.' Nana was not the most well-read individual. She probably would have recognized Sherlock Holmes, but his rival, probably not. Luckily, Izuku knew exactly who he was talking about. 'That's not good,' he said before noticing the two girls' confusion. 'James Moriarty is one of the most famous criminals in fictional history. He is incredibly smart and probably has some kind of evil plan!' Nana was going to have a panic attack at this point; an evil alter had control of the body, and that wasn't good. But before the three people standing in front of the gate could continue to freak out, the skull's blue flames flickered again. 'It's not really a super evil plan from his point of view. From what I can tell, based on his thought patterns and mood, he believes creating a criminal empire would keep him and the rest of the alters safe. But that would probably derail all the hard work the rest of the alters have done to become heroes. If you want to stop him, I would suggest gathering all the rest of the alters and storming his mansion. I would head to the factory first and collect the alter that sleeps there as well as Bob.'
The three nodded their heads in agreement with what the skull said and dashed off towards the factory, conveniently forgetting to ask the skull's name. The person behind the skull smiled, and the blue flames that represented the eyes in the skull's sockets went out, leaving the graveyard silent once again.
Nana ran as fast as she could. She did not have OFA anymore; all she had was Float. But even then, she was still very fit. That's why it was so shocking when Mordred blasted past her. She hadn't technically found out what Mordred's quirk was, but the similarity to OFA was shocking. Izuku trailed behind her; he was clearly a fit kid, but he wasn't much of a fighter based on his personality and mannerisms.
Finally, they reached the factory. On the outside, it looked like a normal modern-day facility. It had some smoke billowing out of the chimneys at the top, giant glass panes, and concrete walls that shot up into the sky. But as soon as they walked inside, the three of them immediately noticed the difference. It wasn't a modern-day factory. It was a forge, and it was full of blacksmiths—ghostly entities wearing all manner of outfits from ancient Japan to ancient Greece. Some were even completely unknown. But they all had one thing in common: a hammer in their hand.
As they continued to walk around, they finally caught sight of Bob. He was talking to the wispy figures, and they seemed to notice him. They never noticed the three of them; the blacksmith wisps would walk right through them, but not Bob. They saw him. They remembered the library. All the wisps in there completely ignored them as if they weren't there, but when Bob began to sing—and it was loud—they all insisted he be quiet. Nana understood why Bob was given the job to patrol the mindscape. He could interact with everyone; there wasn't a single personality, alter, or fragment he could not engage with.
POV Change
Bob liked the factory. Everyone there, even if they were busy, would say hi to him when he was around. Some people even stopped to chat. So when Bob saw his new friends in the factory, he was excited to introduce them to everyone.
"Hi, friends!" Bob shouted. His friends around him looked towards where he waved, but they could not see anyone there. They just smiled, believing Bob had an imaginary friend or something like that. The group said goodbye to Bob and went back to work. Bob didn't notice the difference; he could barely remember anyone's name, but as long as they were nice to him, they were his friends.
Bob's new friends walked up and asked him a strange question. "Hey, Bob, can you take us to where all the sleeping people are?" Bob paused for a moment, thinking about the question before nodding. "Yeah, I can takes ya to em!" he said proudly. Bob liked helping his friends, so he turned around and began to lumber through the crowd, slowly making his way toward a big door.
If Bob could read, he would know he was heading toward the armory, but he kind of took the long way. Bob was not a fan of smoke and fire; in fact, he was very scared of them. So, he decided to stay as far away from the forges as he could. But since the forges were everywhere, he had a long path to take to get to the armory.
Eventually, they made it to the armory, and even with Mordred's grumbling, Bob thought he did a good job.
Bob pushed the door open for his new friends, and as they made their way into the armory, something amazing happened. They weren't inside a room, but in a field covered in swords and every bladed weapon they could think of. Giant gears floated in the sky, and in the distance, atop a hill, sat the sleeping Emiya. Like Mordred, he looked different; he was himself, not the half-Izuku, half-Emiya form they took when he controlled the body. This was their actual appearance.
Even the golden blood that Emiya only had shown up when he was heavily damaged, dripping down his body constantly. But unlike when he was in control of their body, it didn't drip to the ground; it seemed to travel across his skin like veins. It was an interesting sight. Bob followed his new friends through the field of swords, feeling scared in this strange place. Some of the swords felt angry, even hostile towards him, and though he didn't know why, he felt the tension. The scary man said it was because they didn't trust him yet, but Bob wasn't sure about that.
Finally, they reached the top of the hill, and Bob watched as the two smaller new friends tried to wake the sword man. But the sword man didn't seem to notice. Eventually, the nice lady stepped forward and gently shook the shoulder of the sword man. His eyes opened, and the golden gaze stared at Bob blankly. This made Bob uncomfortable. Normally, when people looked at him, he could understand a little about them, but with this man, he felt nothing from his eyes.
== authors note
Hi, I really am making these chapters The same length as the others it's just that not a lot of things happen because I'm taking more time for individual events I guess. Anyway, a little more of Nana's POV and a little more of Bob's. I hope you enjoyed the story. I will continue to write at any time I get a chance to thank you for reading bye