𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝟷𝟶𝟷

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞(𝐢𝐬𝐡)

A silhouette of a teenage contrasted the colorful sunset.  Eraserhead (AKA Aizawa) stared at the mysterious figure for a second, mentally brain farting and also very oblivious to the events that were about to take place.

"Wha..." he whispers to himself.  He looks again at the figure before blinking.  When he opens his eyes, though, it's gone.  Using his capture device, he roof hops his way over there.  Finally finding the roof the silhouette used to be, he peers over the edge of the building to find a green-haired teen impaled into a pole.  

"Holy shit!"  he quietly exclaims, an expression of shock crossing his face.  He is about to make his way down, but low groaning interrupts his freakout session.  

"Well shit," the mysterious boy groaned, groping the gaping hole in his chest. He lifts a crimson hand and ruffles his hair, a mixture of dirt and dust (and another mysterious white substance that looks suspiciously like cocaine) flurried out of his hair.  He heaved himself up and off the pole, bracing for the familiar ache that typically occurred around the area that was damaged the most.  More blood poured out of the child and Eraserhead, even from the twelfth story, could see some of his organs falling out.  

The boy noticed and sighed in exasperation.  He lent down to pick up his lost body parts and stuffed them into his small but lean arms, as if this happened as a normal occurrence.  Wincing at the noticeable pain in his chest, he walks to the entrance of the alleyway, completely oblivious to the prying eyes of the pro hero Eraserhead.

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"What the actual fuck?"

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎/𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢.