eternally yours

Fourteen

When you open your eyes you're surrounded by white.

    The realization fills you with panic and you leap up from where you're lying, looking around you to see that you're in a small white room with only a white cot with white sheets and a white toilet with a matching white sink. Your head starts pounding and you grimace and press a hand to your forehead until it subsides and you're able to look around without pain. The lack of color is absolutely blunding and you fight to adjust to the light. There's nothing else in here except for a mirror which you come to realize is a one way window and your reflection stares back at you, barely unrecognizable past the dark circles, hollowness of your cheeks and the dead look in your eyes.

    As an experiment you try to use your quirk, but nothing happens and you get lightheaded instead so you plop back down onto the cot, head in your hands as you think. There's only one place with rooms like this that you know of.

Tartarus.

They put you in Tartarus.

You had been here a couple of times as a hero and the fact that you're here now as a prisoner almost makes you laugh.

Almost.

Touya's burnt face flashes in your mind and you grip your hair to keep your hands from shaking. There's a tightness in your chest and you feel like you can't breathe.

Touya's dead.

You're in prison.

And everyone hates you.

When did this get so out of hand?

You don't know how long you've been in here but it feels like only yesterday the two of you were watching the sunrise together. In the grad scheme of things, your time with him has only been a moment, but it feels like a lifetime.

You sit there on your cot, hugging your knees to your chest, unable to cry anymore and your mind whirling, when you hear your name being called. The sound startles you and when you look up, you see a couple of guards standing at the door.

"Good. You're finally awake." One says and you don't even bother protesting or fighting back as they restrain you with thick metal cuffs. Once that's done they slide some sort of muzzle over your mouth and you growl, trying to tell them to fuck off, but you can't hear a word you say and neither can they.

They don't tell you where they're taking you, you couldn't even ask if you wanted to, and you're escorted out of your room and down the hall, flanked on either side by a guard. One of them is very fidgety and keeps glancing at you and eventually, you get fed up and stare at him, making him increasingly uncomfortable until the other one pushes you. "Knock it off."

The three of you walk and walk and walk until you round the corner and you soon find yourself in what seems like a visitation room with none other than Eraserhead himself sitting in a chair with his arms crossed on the other side of the glass. You stop walking when you see him, but the guards push you down into the chair and finally take the muzzle off of you.

You stare at the nervous one as you speak. "Muzzling me, huh? That's small dick energy right there." Neither of them respond as they take up post by the door and you fidget in your seat, lifting the large metal restraints off of your lap. "Don't suppose you can take these off as well?" You try but they say nothing and your old homeroom teacher calls your name from the other side of the glass, getting your attention. When you look at him, he looks more tired than usual, like he hasn't slept at all in a couple of days.

"Eraserhead." Your voice gravelly from not having spoken a word in a few days and your lips form into a mirthless smile. "So nice of you to drop by."