Welcome to Mu Studio's Trailers! A collection of one-shot stories in form of trailers! It can be anything from normal to crossover story! Any trailers you see in this story will may turn into a story or not, depending on how it turn out.

How does it work? It really depends on the readers and myself. If it is popular with the readers, there will be a good chance to turn into a story. If I like it myself, it will become a story.

Why am I doing that? Because I have so many ideas and I want to see everyone's options on these…Plus, it would be good idea to get them out of my head and to see if it look better on paper.

Spoilers? Well, some scenes you see may will be tossed out or changed completed so it's possible that any certain stories will be different from the trailers.

The common layout of MST: In the top AN, you will see Fanfic category and title. In the bottom AN, you will see the summary and some infos.

Anyway, it's time for first trailer!

Fanfic: Urban Rivals

Title: Terror Man

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story at all.

A seven year old boy stares at two framed pictures with a sad expression as dozens of people speak to him or to each other and he just ignores them. "What happened to them was a tragedy." A woman whispered to another woman, "They said that some Junkz hooligans got out of control with a bunch of freaks and they got in middle of it."

"What's going to happen to this poor thing?" The second woman whispered back.

"Who know?" The first woman whispered, "They may put him in a system or someone will take him in…" They never notice that the boy was clenching his hands into fists.

On the other side of the room, a little girl in green dress with light blond hair stare at the boy but she didn't make a move at all when the boy walk away from the mourners.

A young man walks into the offices and he look around with a box in his hands before a grimy man in trench coat walk up to him. "You the new rookie?" The grimy man pointed at the young man, "The one that transferred in from D.C?"

"Yeah." The young man stuck his hand out, "Blake. Everybody call me Blake."

"Robin." The grimy man just turned away from him with a sniffle, "Your desk is over there. Welcome to Sentinel."

"…Nice to meet you too." Blake muttered.

"Blake?" The young man lifted his head up to see a blonde woman in green dress as she stared at him with a soft gasp, "Is that you?"

"Nellie?" Blake blinked and a bulky detective lean closer to him.

"You know this evil Upper?" The detective whispered with widened eyes.

"She's an old friend…" The young man replied with a wide smile and the detective just shakes his head in disbelief.

"Do you know what one thing no one realizes about that so-called turf war?" A masked man sits on the edge of the rooftop, watching over the city.

"W-Who the fuck are you?!" A businessman clenched his bleeding shoulder with a heavy pant, lying on the ground.

"That is not a turf war anymore, it is a full-blown war." The masked man turned his head slightly to reveal a gasmask with red lens as he lift a button up in his right hand, "And unlike these clans, I will personally end this war all by myself." He pushed the button before six large explosives explode all over the city to the businessman's horror, "Even if it requires an extreme method."

"Oh my god, what have you done?!" The businessman cried out.

"And to answer your first question…" The masked man stood up as he pulled a silenced handgun, "I am…"

"PULL OVER, BASTARD!" A policeman screamed from the police car and the masked man glance over his shoulder as he weaves through the heavy traffic on a black motorcycle. "PULL OVER OR I'LL FUCKING SHOOT YOU!"

"The suspect is fleeing on the bike, what appear to be Kawasaki Ninja model!" The second cop barked into the radio, "We need roadblock and a helicopter! The suspect is…"

"I am Terror Man." The masked man spoke on the screen as the crowd watches on, "And I declare a war on your city. In five days, I will release the utter destruction upon this city in a way that you all can't forget. It will be pure chaos and there is nothing you can do to stop it…Until the so-called clans meet my demands and that is…"

"What did you said?" The bulky detective turned to a new man with widened eyes.

"Um, I'm the new guy from D.C." The man answered confusingly.

"T-Then…" The bulky detective stuttered, looking at the other policemen in shock.

Terror Man lies on the demolished ground with a groan as he looks up at something, "Aw, bloody hell. Out of all monsters, I get you." A giant green claw stomps down, two nails between the masked man, and a giant fanged mouth roar into his face with a snarl. "Yeah, lucky me."

"The war ends now." The eerie voice spoke, "So say I…"

Terror Man

Summary: The Clint City has got used to the endless turf war between clans and countless unique characters but it will never be same when a man returns to his hometown with a mission. He is the most dangerous man and he is…Terror Man!

Pairing: OCxNellie or unknown.

This story have been sitting around in my head for a long time since I play Urban Rivals and I think it will be pretty hard because there are over thousands character and counting. We'll see how it turn out if I want to do it or if it's popular with the readers, who know?

Anyway, I think that's all I can say for now. Thank you for your time to read it.

Please leave reviews and feedback here. The flame will be sending to…Um…I'll let the janitor get it. He'll toss it in the boiler.