In MHA with JJK powers.

Villains hideout.

Mechamaru sat on the workbench while his hands moved systematically.

'The fake fight seemed to not have been well received.'

Turning his head he looked at the channel which only covered Hero Killer Stain.

'What went wrong? were the heroes not scared enough? perhaps Kurokai should have used even more of his telekinesis to keep them down?'

Mechamaru's mind kept thinking as he picked up a tool.

'The emitting evil pressure was artificially created by releasing large amounts of cursed energy and telekinesis to create a feeling of dread.'

With a sizzling sound, sparks started flying out everywhere.

'Or should we have used more power? maybe burned a few heroes for the show? break the area using telekinesis.'

Mechamaru kept thinking.

He needs to understand why the media wasn't showing his battle against himself when he clearly made the effort to pose well at several street cameras.

So that he can improve for the next one.

Mechamaru's hands stopped moving, he grabbed the small gaming console he was repairing and handed it to the excited Shigaraki who was waiting patiently at the side.

"Thank you Mechamaru! You're the best!"

Mechamaru's gaze lingered on Shigaraki's back for a moment before turning back towards the TV channel displaying the hero killer stain.

'He's not even a tenth of as strong as I am.'

Mechamaru complained in his mind.

'So what does he have that I don't? conviction? that's what he said in the anime. But how to copy conviction.....how to fake it...to make everyone remember...'

Mechamaru's ord-like unblinking eyes kept staring at the distance.

"Haha, you seemed to be struggling with something Mechamaru?"

A familiar creepy voice entered Mechamaru's ears making him turn back to look at the empty television screen.

"Since you helped Shigaraki, how about I guide you? A small piece of advice from an elder?Hahaha."

All For One, this was the first time he was speaking directly with him.

"Tell me Mechamaru, what is it you are really after?"

'Does he know something?', Mechamaru wondered in his mind.

Then he quickly threw the thought out of his mind.

There was no way for All For One to know anything.

"Now tell me Mechamaru, you're desire?", All For One's creepy voice rang out throughout the place.

Looking quietly at the TV screen, Mechamaru opened his mouth before speaking.

"I want to be feared."

The TV screen flickered.

"I want to be remembered."

Mechamaru continued in his indifferent tone as he spread out his hands.

"By everyone."

A silence descended upon the room.

It stayed for some time before All For One's voice finally came back from the tv.

"Fear and remembrance are tools, not goals."

An invisible power seems to spread from the tv.

"If you truly wish to leave a mark, focus on power and control."

Mechamaru listened calmly.

"History remembers those who shape it, not those who merely crave its attention."

Until All For One's voice disappeared.

Mechamaru got up from his seat and started walking towards the exit.

'In the end, the feeling of despair wasn't strong enough, it wasn't powerful enough to make them forget about everything and only focus on me.'

Mechamaruu walked out of the place with new plans brewing in his mind.

After he was gone, the TV screen flickered once more.

"There is still no clue about your background, Mechamaru."