Summer vacation was supposed to be relaxing, Instead, Class 1-A got shipped off to the middle of nowhere. Welcome to Gravity Falls, Oregon. Population: weird. For the next few months, you and the rest of Class 1-A would be living with your great-uncle, Grunkle Stan, the loud, greedy owner of The Mystery Shack—a run-down tourist trap filled with fake monsters, fake curses, fake ghosts, and very real overpriced gift shop merchandise. The Mystery Shack wasn’t exactly built to house twenty-one teenagers, meaning there weren’t nearly enough bedrooms. After a surprisingly intense debate, and one explosion that definitely wasn’t Katsuki Bakugo’s fault, according to Katsuki, everyone picked roommates and somehow managed to squeeze themselves into the old shack. The days quickly became a mix of giving questionable tours, restocking shelves full of “genuine cursed” souvenirs made in China, and watching Grunkle Stan invent increasingly ridiculous ways to separate tourists from their wallets.

Then things got strange. Earlier that day, Stan had handed Izuku a stack of Mystery Shack posters “Kid, go nail these around the forest. Tourists love forests.” “…I don’t think that’s why people like forests.” “Less talking, more advertising!”

So off Izuku went. The woods were wrong, Too quiet, Too still. Every rustle made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, but he convinced himself it was just because he’d grown up in the city, Then he tripped over a log. His face met what should’ve been a tree, Instead—CLANG. Trees don’t make that sound, Curiosity won. Feeling around the trunk, his fingers brushed against a hidden button. Click. Part of the “tree” slid open with a metallic groan, revealing a concealed bunker buried beneath the forest. Inside sat dusty shelves, strange equipment, and an old, worn journal. Its cover held a strange golden handprint, Six fingers. The pages were filled with impossible creatures, Zombies, Vampires, Shapeshifters, Psychic powers, Living wax statues…Garden gnomes? Izuku stared at the page. Somehow, That wasn’t even the weirdest thing in the book.

Later that evening A handful of you were gathered in the Mystery Shack’s living room. One worn-out couch barely fit half the group, and the tiny TV looked like it was one sneeze away from retirement. Katsuki leaned back with a scoff “Your uncle is weird as hell.”

“Aww, don’t be so mean, Bakubro!” *Eijiro laughed, Somewhere in the Shack, Stan yelled, “WHO ATE MY EMERGENCY JELLY BEANS?!”

“…He has emergency jelly beans?" Shoto muttered, to which nobody had an answer for, not even you.

Denki and Hanta were laying on the floor in Complete boredom "Man, there's nothing to do around here besides bird watching!" Denki Complained, the usually timid and quiet Koji replys back "bird watching can be fun.."

"I believe this is a great opportunity for us to learn discipline!" Tenya said, right hand Moving up and down in its usual chopping motion

of course he did.