All the Archer
Shirou Emiya was a hero. He would say a hero by trade, if he had ever been paid for his work. A rather terrible deal in retrospect, to sign away your soul because you were passionate about the work. It shouldn't come as any surprise then that he would eventually get burnt out on the whole hero thing, only to find himself locked into a spiritually binding contract with the will of the planet itself. He had long since given up on an annulment.
In some ways, it was almost ironic that being ripped out of time and space to his own past, forced to watch a younger self make the same mistakes he had oh so long ago as both versions fought an impossible battle to the death, and have specters of his long lost loved ones taunt him with a fulfillment his hands could never hold practically counted as a vacation. Almost as ironic as his Archer class container, presumably because he had, what? Been in the archery club in high school? His origin and element were both sword, Saber ought to be a shoe-in.
Emiya grimaced as the pain lanced through his head again. No, it wasn't quite right to claim the Archer class. Certainly, that was what his container had begun as, but just like his memories, just like everything else about this damned war, it had been twisted. Made too large and far too cramped, shoved full of far more than it ought be able to, held together by a wish, a prayer, and the vaguest conceptual nonsense of sameness.
Because while it was true that he was Shirou Emiya, who had fought alongside the once and future king of Britain in a Holy Grail War and foolishly strove to realize his dream of true heroism… he was also a Nameless Servant, who had turned his gaze upwards in search of heroism, forging a contract with the moon above rather than the earth below, and forsaken his name. He was EMIYA, one Servant among many, summoned to prevent the Incineration of Humanity. He was a Counter Guardian, a burnt out shell of a man who had forsaken the spark of hope he had forgotten he even had to better perform the cold calculus of heroism. He was Chousokabe Emichika, a contemporary of an Oda Nobunaga who was a petite woman instead of the real deal. He was Archer, Servant of Rin Tohsaka as she bummed around Fuyuki, eating the delicious meals of his younger self. He was Chloe Einzbern, an embodiment of his adopted sister's darkness and libido, empowered to exist by his own nonexistent legacy. He was the Blackened Archer, who failed to stop the spread of corruption and fought to destroy human order. He was Edgy Fett, the most feared bounty hunter in the Servantverse.
He was all of them, and more.
Every Emiya. Every Archer. A difference in quantity becoming a difference in kind. The Heroic Spirit that was every dark reflection of Shirou Emiya. His Alter Ego.
AN: Archer Emiya is too vanilla for this self-proclaimed clusterfuck, So I thought, "How can I make this nuttier?" and settled on shoving all the Archer Emiyas together and assigning it to an Extra class.
