Dog of Hell: 2

Title: Drip Dawg

A/N: Btw, it may just be a harem. Like, I am 90% inclined to write Harem since it's always more interesting for me but I will try that it doesn't come at the expense of character development. I love writing silly puns and your mom jokes so character interactions are one of my favorite moments to write generally.

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Unlike his previous world, this is a world of quirks. Although... Jackal fails to see the many difference between quirks and traits. Some quirks need to trigger just like traits, some quirks can achieve majestic things like creating buildings in a matter of days like traits and so on.

At this moment, he only understands two differences between quirk and traits. First, there is a general consensus that for the most part, quirks can be trained. Like a muscle group and thus— grow. Traits cannot be 'trained.'

'Although... all people in my previous world got a notification when some punk got a Mythical Trait... I think it was right after Cowl and the Revolutionaries fucked up the world order? Damn... I should have paid more attention to classes but... can't do that. Roberta's hot~... well, was.'

He shrugs internally. Roberta will always be remembered who took his first... among many other things. Can't blame him though. Had he been allowed to move, he wouldn't have laid his charm on a single mother but damn are they freaks behind closed doors!

'Anyway... the second thing is actually weird. Not everyone has quirks but everyone on my previous planet had traits. It's just that we need the right trigger to activate them.'

But like many things, Jackal isn't keen on wasting his first night over mulling things that hardly matter to him.

Differences between quirk and trait... who gives a flying fuck?

Not this dawg!

'Let's see, let's see... fun places to hang out at night... fun places... what.. the... fuck, this dud!' Jackal pouts and slumps back on his bed.

He gets it. Even with his limited social life, he gets that not everyone likes to socialize. After all, he watched many memes about introverts and extroverts that settle for his core memories but even for a DUD, his previous host was... distant. Too distant.

'A cheap cabin on the outskirts of the city despite chances of more criminal activity. Dropping after middle school... man, come on, at least complete school! I begged my family to let me enroll in one... sigh, whateves. Not only that... he never once tried to train his quirk. God damn! Even got a job at a construction company off the books to make use of his strength and hustle a living. This guy... This guy...

Was a fucking NPC!'

'No bitches, no life, no joy! The dude rarely smiled and rarely talked! Fuck, not even a single video game either!'

Springing up from the bed yet again, Jackal cups his chin and thinks quietly while observing his frame in the mirror.

'I don't want this kind of life... working just when I got free? That's bloody unfair! But the world ain't fair bud. This world has many... many courses for heroes, right? That's a school right there.'

Jackal admits that he did have a phase where he whined about the unfairness of this world but he has grown from complaining and blaming others necessarily.

After all, he DID stop trading guns entirely for the Family. He was sick of it. And the worst they could do was kill him. So they did.

'They were freaking strong. And even if I don't need my trait all that much... I do need the strength to make mistakes and survive. I ain't perfect, after all. But this time I CAN get strong. I CAN enroll in school and other courses. I CAN get out of this room and make a name for myself... sigh, Roberta... maybe I'll just find another mother here among other kinks...'

Coming to a decision rather easily because it has never been hard for him to understand his desires, Jackal activates his traits.

'But what I need more than anything right now is DRIP! Old me dressed like an Old Mop. Part of me thinks it's because of the Reincarnation Technique but again, whateves. Not gonna bother me all that much.'

As such, Jackal begins to browse through many clothes, both branded and counterfeit, and honestly, he preferred the latter. Not because of some 'stick it to the rich' rule but simply the fact that he had not had all that funds on him.

'Hey, if I do become a hero... I can snag many useful kinds of stuff for my outfit from the trait, too~!'

He decides on a few clothes of his choice and trades away all of his old clothes and shoes.

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{Like Musutafu, this is an imaginary city. You know what, scratch that. MHA is years ahead of the real world in time. They may as well have new cities and a few old ones destroyed because of all the riots previously.}

Buffs City, Ohio.

A city built in the name of a hero who paid the ultimate price and saved the city from a falling meteor created due to a villain's quirk— Mr. Incredible, Quirk: Buff.

Many cities across the globe share a similar legacy. After all, the conflict between heroes and villains has been going on for a long time and it is predicted to continue for even longer.

Heroes rise to prominence. They spread their ideals and warmth.

And then they die.

'I'd like to have a city named after me... Dawg City...'

Jackal wanders the street of Buffs City. Its nightlife is rambunctious in certain regions but that's now where he is going.

He is a man, nay, dog on a mission.

Wearing camel-brown trousers, sturdy brown boots, and a plain back t-shirt under his steel-grey unzipped hoody, Jackal practically walks with an eager strut. Needless to say, he cut a hole in his trousers for his tail.

He cannot afford other stuff like a bracelet or a necklace without squandering his liquid cash but he wasn't looking to equip himself with all that. All things considered... he grew up in the 'Family' and if it still isn't clear, Mafia raised him. In his case, gangster life literally chose and raised him.

So, his tastes were more... 'fitting.' Instead of bracelets, he likes watches— both, high-end and trolling. And maybe some fitting shades but it has no use at night. However, he does determine to buy knuckle dusters eventually. For his protection.

'Thank god guns are strictly regulated and people take shine to use their quirks instead or I would have ended up barfing at the sight of a firearm,' Jackal chuckles internally. His gaze observes the residential streets. Aside from lit street lamps, there is no other activity but Jackal can hear a lot more than others.

But, he has to say that old Jackal went out of his way to learn how to control his senses to an extent.

'But he could have done more than just actively avoid others and restrain his sense of hearing and smell. For instance, I remember reading something similar about focusing on the senses to pinpoint many things. It should involve actively ignoring a few things AND continuing to spread his senses.'

In all honesty, his quirk has many uses.

Aside from enhanced smell and hearing, he is superhuman. Well, relatively.

In the world of superhumans, Jackal's strength, speed, and reaction time does stand out from the masses but not nearly enough to be considered a top in the city much less the state or the entire world.

But... that is not all.

He can turn into an actual dog. Go figure. A talking dawg, to be precise. On all fours, dick hanging out, stuff like that.

'I wanna pee on one of the street lights though...' Jackal suddenly has a craving. A craving he pushes back. Really, this body only has a few such cravings. Fortunately, his craving for chocolates isn't fatal.

Anyway, his other ability from this quirk is...

"Hey, look, the bitch is back! Haha! His clothes are fucking stupid and he stinks of no bitches! What? Still humping your chair?"

"Hey, Rody, come on, don't be rude," says another voice with a gruff chuckle, "He doesn't have no bro like us! We can fuck each other all we want!"

"Damn straight, Tony," 'Rody' barks out laughing.

Jackal smiles and stops. That's why he came here.

He turns to look at the gates of a two-storied house where two pugs continue to growl and bark at times. But their voices are sensibly low.

One of them is black and the other one is somehow red.

Rody and Tony.

Oh, yes, Jackal can talk dog. Only dog, not the entire animal kingdom.

And yes... Jackal came here to exact vengeance on these two barking warriors.

The two dogs were a nuisance to the old him and their owner, equally a bitch, did nothing.

It's people like their owner that gives dogs and dog owners a bad rep!

"What'chu looking at?" Rody growls as Jackal's grin widens and he walks towards the gates.

"I'm looking at your two sons of bitches, of course!" He laughs.

"That supposed to be insulting you fucking whore? We DO come out of bitches!" Tony whips up another insult.

'Oh yeah... normal stuff won't work on them...' Jackal narrows his eyes. There should be cameras around here so he can't just jump over their gates. That'll get him charged rather quickly. No... I can just insult these punks. Fuck, should have thought of some good stuff— ah... your mom jokes!'

Jackal's pupils glitter as he reveals a rather lascivious smirk, "I guess you do come from bitches. Like your 'mum.' Karen, right? Did you know what I did with her yesterday when she was out buying your lunch?"

Old Jackal was intimate with this household's routine to avoid the two dogs but not this Jackal!

This city ain't big enough to have two Dawgs!

"W-what are you implying you, orphan?!" Rody barks, this time louder.

"Oh, I'm implying I rut against Karen more than I ever did with my hand you dumb fuck! By the end of it, she barked and I fed her YOUR lunch! And she fucking hated it compared to the taste of my jizz!"

"Bastard!"

"May all the God of Paws neuter you! Fucking asshole!"

As the neighborhood is bound to be stirred by both of their loud barkings, Jackal leaves after one last statement, "Oh, and you better start calling me dad next time cause Karen will certainly moan out daddy later!"

He picks up his speed and jogs away as Rody and Tony charge against the gates while howling in deranged anger!

'Your mom's jokes work on every single existence!' Jackal laughs internally, quite a bit refreshed!

'Just like that. I'll dish out to Rody and Tony a few more times and make them disturb the entire block before having them muzzled or worse, abandoned~!'

Jackal isn't a bad guy, seriously. But his patience has limits. He can only endure the production of guns as much as insults of two fucking pugs who fuck each other at times!

'Fools. They really thought I'd have my eye on Karen? Fuck her! But I guess... dogs don't have that sense of beauty...'

Quite a bit pleased with himself, Jackal shoves his hand into the pockets of his hoody and continues his stroll. He doesn't have any particular destination in mind.

He just always wanted to have a stroll like this and you know what?

He will have a stroll like this now.

'P-please, save me— eeep!'

"Oh, what now..." Jackal groans as he hears a distant cry for help.

'Sounds like a maiden in distress,' he shrugs and just makes that his new destination.

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Alternate Title: Rody and Tony— No Homo Among Homies; Town For Only One Dawg; Buffs City; Dog Speaker; Dog Hater; No Bithces?; Bitchler!