The Nightmare Within

A Dream of Sorts (or was it a nightmare?)

Midoriya went the whole rest of the day in his semi-feral state. Luckily, his mother was able to catch on to that, so they could still communicate despite his innability to talk.

He went to bed that night, easily falling asleep almost as soon as he was in bed.

He found himself in a strange, quiet forest. The sky was an erie dark grey, as if clouds were covering it, although it seemed as if no rain was there. He could see no sun, nor could he see the moon, though, so perhaps the clouds were getting ready to rain?

The trees loomed tall overhead, branches that looked almost like claws swayed in the light wind, holding leaves far and few. The only grass was surrounding the trunks of the trees, leaving nothing but a strange, almost red colored dirt everywhere else, including were Midoriya sat.

Speaking of Midoriya, he found that the only clothes he wore were tattered, dirty shorts, which looked as if they were supposed to be grey. That was strange, since he had went to bed with a full set of pajamas on...

The air smelt fresh, as if there had never been any pollution within this strange place. (Meaning either the sky was naturally grey here, or those were definitely rain clouds)

He stood up slowly, brushing some of the red dirt off of his fur. He couldn't hear anything other than his own, steady breathing. Was he alone?

"Hello?" He called out, half expecting to hear a noise similar to barking. However, he had actually said the word, much to his surprise. But... he still felt feral, at least to some degree. "This is weird..." He mumbled under his breath, looking around the place.

He heard the sudden noise of a branch breaking, and his instinctive reaction was to unsheath his claws.

However, when he saw what looked to be a strange rabbit hopping out of some brush, he relaxed, seeing that there was no threat.

Up until a large shadow came over him and the rabbit, which he knew for a fact wasn't a cloud.

He looked up, to see a large monster standing behind the rabbit, getting closer as closer to them. The word he could describe it with was terrifying. It was covered in disgusting slime, and about the size of the 0-pointer. It walked on hind legs, with several arm-like appendages swinging at it's sides. It lacked a head, the only thing even close to a face that it had was a large, gaping mouth in the center of it's torso, filled with razor sharp teeth.

Midoriya's instincts were screaming at him to run, and he found himself agreeing with that sentiment. And so, he did. He turned away from the unearthly beast, and ran as fast as he could, not looking back even once. At some point, he had transitioned from running on his hind legs, to running on all-fours, which seemed to be faster.

After who knows how long, he decided to take a glance behind him, only to see that he was alone once more. Either that creature had no intrest in him, or he had out run it. He didn't particularly care either way, he was just glad that it hadn't made him it's prey...

He stood up once more, noticing that he was now in a field. The grey sky remained, although it was yet to rain, which Midoriya was grateful for. Before, he didn't really mind the rain, but now he didn't like it one bit. It made his fur all cold and wet, and it took forever to dry out, meaning he would be could until it did.

A pang of hunger could be felt within his stomache, followed by a grumbling noise, causing for Midoriya to sigh. He couldn't exactly get his hands on any food right now, not unless he wanted to hunt down some prey. And he was not doing that.

......

Okay, he thought, as his eyes hungerly trailed a strange creature crawling nearby, maybe I am doing that.

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Midoriya had, by that point, killed and eaten several different creatures, following his instincts for the most part. No human thoughts went through his mind, just simple, predatory instincts.

Now, as he finished eating a creature similar to a bird, a certain tiredness fell through his being. He had been running and flying around for awhile, meaning that now, he was sleepy.

A roar that sounded more like a yawn escaped his throat as he flattened the grass, making a small nest he could sleep in. He curled up in a ball, and cocooned himself within his wings, easily falling asleep.

As soon as he did, however, he woke up once more, finding himself in his bed.

Huh.... That was a strange dream...