𝙨𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 -𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢

𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

- Back with The League of Villains -

I hate this room. It stinks of death. The walls are filthy. It holds nothing but pain.

But I couldn't avoid it even if I tried.

"The quicker you do it, Y/N, the less painful it will be." Shigaraki whispered as I stared into the horror-filled eyes of a woman.

Her mouth was covered with a cloth, and she wiggled, making the chains on her wrist clash against the pole. Her body was completely tattered. Her eyes were barely open anymore. She struggled more and more to keep her body upward. Her dead body wouldn't be recognizable at this point.

"But I- I already did enough!" I said stepped away from her.

I can't hurt people anymore. She's in so much pain. She can still be helped, though...

"Oh, c'mon Y/N. Since when have you cared! Look at the pain she's in." Shigaraki stepped towards me and forced me down to make better eye contact with her.

Her eyes were pleading for me to reason with Shigaraki. The fear in her eyes was something I never noticed before, but now, I see it every time I look at someone.

"End it so she can live on peacefully." He whispered and spun the dial on my arm. "Look at that. It landed on the blank space. What are you gonna use to finish her." He knelt, and without thinking, a small knife manifested itself before me.

The woman started shaking her head violently and whining behind the cloth in her mouth. Her words weren't clear, but I knew exactly what she was begging me not to do.

"Wow, you killer. A knife. That's quite a painful death, wouldn't you say Y/N."

Shutup! I don't want to do this!

My body wasn't listening anymore. It was moving on its own.

I remember how grateful I was when I got knives. The handle always fit so nicely in the palm of my hands. The grip was perfect. The sharpness was enough to cut the hairs on their arms. Knives were my favorite.

My mind and body went dead. Shigaraki's strings on me led me to the women's arm.

"That's it, Y/N. Don't let her die in such a painful way." He whispered.

I felt my arm growing tension as I began plunging the knife steeper as I dragged it along her arm. The muffled cries of her weren't enough to shake me from this spell I was under.

Stop, please! I'm doing this so you can die quicker! I'm sorry! I'm truly sorry. Please forgive me!

Her muted cries filled the room until I felt my arm move the knife to her neck.

We made eye contact, and her eyes shot daggers into my heart. Making me regain focus and fall backward. I started to breathe heavily and ran out of the room.

I punched the wall and felt my body reject itself. I felt that burning sensation in the back of my throat. I'm disgusted with myself.

In an instant, the cries and whining had stopped, and so did my heart. I knew what had happened. Shigaraki had done what I wasn't able to do.

Shigaraki had shortly after walked out of the room and shoved me down to the floor.

"We're getting closer Y/N to getting you all fixed. If you keep going half-assed, the one who will be lying dead in that room will be you." He knelt and forced me to face him.

"Go clean it up." He ordered, tossing me aside.

I hate this shit so much. I'm tired of doing the same old stuff all the time.