He was fifteen when Izuku Midoriya died.

A terrible, silent scream escaped his lips as sludge filled his lungs.

In other universes, All Might would come to save him, in a different timeline he would live through this encounter mostly unharmed.

In this world though, villains ruled. There was no All Might, no symbol of peace, no mother to cradle him in her arms. There was only the strong and dead bodies they left in their wake.

Izuku Midoriya was a simple child at heart until recently he had lived on the streets as most children did in this world.

He still remembered when it was different though. He remembered going to school, hugging his mom, playing with his friends, he also recalled the death of the man who would be the symbol of peace the world had needed.

He remembered the death of his mom that had followed shortly after too. The warm blood that had been plastered onto his face as the robbers carved up his mothers body. The wicked grins they sported as they approached him.

But that was a story for another time.

Now after surviving nearly eight years on the streets alone, Midoriya's life was coming to an end.

"That's it, boy, I knew I smelled a thief when our supplies kept going missing. Little brats like you are always causing trouble, sneaking around and stealing anything that isn't bolted down."

Midoriya had known it was a trap when he had seen the crate of food just laying under the bridge, but hunger had been driving him to the brink of insanity over and over. He had made a mad dash for it, intending to take as much as he could before retreating to his makeshift shelter in the alleyway.

He was caught the second he had grabbed the first piece. The rolling green ooze rapping around his body before he could even react. Weak from hunger, and quirkless there was little his tired body could do.

His eyes closed for the final time in his life. The sickening sludge was finally fulfilling its purpose as his body went limp in the sludge villain's body.

And when all seemed hopeless in his life, his blackened vision broke as white light shown through clearing away the darkness.

"Are you tired?" A voice could be heard in his mind, and for a fraction of a moment, Midoriya had dared to hope that he had finally died.

"Are you tired?" The voice repeated its question; its gentle voice seemed to be waiting for his response. "Yes. Yes, I'm so tired." His voice rang in his mind louder and louder as it seemed to bounce off of nothing. He covered his ears as the defining sound drove him further towards insanity.

"What are tired of?" Another question, and despite the defining sound of his own voice still repeating in the air he heard her loud and clear.

It was a simple question, but Midoriya found himself unable to answer. He thought for a long time as the voice repeated the question once more.

"Everything. Of being weak, of being helpless, of the world. I'm tired of it all." His new answer mixed in with the old swirling around him and only adding to the already defining noise.

For once the voice was quiet, letting him drown in his thoughts. And then at once, it spoke again.

"If you had a chance would you change your fate?" Now the voices of others entered his mind, of those alive, of those who were lost, of those were forgotten, and of those he had already heard.

"You can never do it..."
"All you can ever do is fail..."
"Your life is meaningless..."
"You're weak.."
"You're helpless..."
"Everything... Of being weak, of being helpless, of the world... I'm tired of it all..."

His words and those of the others were never-ending, assaulting his senses over and over. He wanted to scream and cry; he wanted to be held in his mother's arms. He wanted it to END.

"If you had a chance would you change your fate?" The question was repeated, and for once the voice changed. It now boomed in his mind, his head pulsating under strain.

"End it..."
"You're not worth it..."
"It's all your fault..."
"Please let it end..."

"If you had a chance would you change your fate!?" Now the voice shrieked demanding an answer from him. He wanted to speak, but his voice escaped him, and with one forceful push, he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"YES!"

And as one the voices stopped their torment. The world around him now fell silent, only the sound of his strangled breaths remained.
Footsteps. He heard footsteps off in the distance slowly making their way towards him, and following them was a figure cloaked all in white, the pale light shining off of them nearly blinded the young boy.

The figure approached him at a near leisurely pace until it stood in front of him, and as the light faded from their body, the slim appearance of a woman came forward. Her voice was as soft as velvet as she slowly wrapped her arms around the boy whispering tender words of encouragement to him as he wept.

When he finally calmed she retracted her arms before she held out her hand. Her next words would stay with the boy until he eventually met his end.

"Raise your head my child for your task is not done. There will come a time when you may finally rest but today is not that day. You will face hardships like no one before you ever have, but you will push through, you must push through — you who have chosen to defy fate and make your own path in life. I wish you luck young Midoriya, now take my hand, and forge your destiny."

His hand reached up before clasping her own, smiling as he felt a warm rush through his entire body.

When he opened his eyes, he was back under the bridge. He gasped bringing in as much air as he could as his dark eyes scanned the surroundings.

Finally, his eyes locked with his target, the sludge villain had been leisurely walking away from the scene of the murder.

Silently he stood from his downed position smiling all the while.

Blood dripped down his arm, falling quietly onto the cracked asphalt below. And then it started to take form. The previously liquid blood slowly began to come together and formed into one long pole stretching on and on until it formed around his hand and began to curve into a long shining red blade, taking its shape in the form of a long-bladed scythe.

Its long blood red blade dragged across the ground behind him as he approached the villain, and with a small grin, he brought it do9wn on the unsuspecting man.

With a wide arch, it cleaved deep into his unguarded back parting the semi-liquid body of the sludge villain. A scream of pain retched its way from the man's mouth as he turned swinging towards the boy.

A small jump backward and Midoriya found himself out of harm's way. The grin on his face never faltering.

"YOU! How is this... You're supposed to be dead!" The villain's voice was strained, his body should have reformed by now, but the cut on his back remained.

Midoriya said nothing as he moved forward his once forest green hair had turned white, and his acidic green eyes turned a shade of red that rivaled even his scythe.

"Death came for me yes, it knocked at my door and called my name, but even so I had to turn her away. Her embrace was warm, gentle even. But something tells me it won't be the same for you. Death came knocking for me, but for you, it's going to tear down the walls."

His voice was even, and the warm smile he had on his face defied his actions.

"S-Stay away! Stay away from me!" The villain trembled in fear as he scooted backward trying to put some distance between himself and the boy.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. You see I have been tasked to defy the fate of this world, and because of that, I must go on a crusade to destroy the evil that has tainted this country. I will never sleep until this job is done."

Suddenly his scythe swung out in one quick motion, slicing its way through his liquid body.

"And neither shall you."

With that, he walked on leaving the corpse of the villain on the ground, as he walked he said one final word towards the deceased man.

"ARISE."

And suddenly the corpse started moving.

It was on this day that Izuku Midoriya died.

And Reaper was born.