Glitter (Experimented! Bakugou AU/BakuHarem)

Chapter Two

Those things were harder to beat than it sounds. 

I was regretting living at this point, and I was beaten to a pulp. Fuck, they couldn't program those things to have even a little restraint? I groaned slightly. 

"Shit..." I pushed myself up, arms shaking as I slowly made my way to my feet and a sloppy fighting stance. I smirked. "Come at me, damn robots."

I might have bitten off more than I can chew, because as soon as I said that, they lunged at me. I had gotten used to them now; they were programmed to move a certain way if I dodged at a certain angle. They were easier to read. I decided to use my "quirk", just to test it. I aimed at them, and out of my hands came a purple liquid goop that melted them on the spot. I flinched. 

'Damn...I only used a little bit of it...I'll have to be careful with this one...' Before I could get a chance to think more, two androids that were, essentially, my height and looked human, came from nowhere, throwing their fake quirks at me. They usually didn't let me fight these things, since I always refused to use anything but my explosions on them. I don't want to get used to hurting people. 

They grabbed me, tossing me to the ground. 'Huh. They don't really try to touch me...that's strange.' I shook away the thought and spun up onto my feet, wincing at the way my bruised back twisted. I didn't have time to be injured, though. They were going to keep making me fight until I either "killed" one of the androids or willingly lost to them. Which I always did. 

But something changed this time. I didn't know what it was, but I wanted to hurt them. I wanted to see them weak under me. I didn't want to feel like a worthless bastard that always lost. I don't remember what happened after that. I remember tearing them to shreds. I remember having claws, and attacking every moving thing that came my way. The guards came in to grab me, and were luckily able to tranquilize me before I hurt them in my frenzied state. I'm glad they did. I've killed someone once. It was a real person. 

I was forced to fight another test subject. I was only six at the time, but apparently, they rewired my brain to know fighting styles I didn't even know existed. They wanted me to try them out. I did as I was told, not wanting them to hurt me. But I went too far, and I ended their life. I never wanted to fight another living being after that. 

But I did. And I ended up killing animals instead. I got used to it, the blood on my hands didn't feel as dirty and sinful as before. It should have. But what can I say. 

Once a monster, always a monster. Am I right? 

I woke up on something hard and cold. It didn't feel like the metal table they usually put me on. It felt like stone....the type they use when they're going to do something major to me. The last time they used it was when they put all those damn fighting techniques in my head.

 I didn't think about it too long. Instead I looked around the room, trying to figure out what they were going to do. On the desk in the corner was a computer. I strained my eyes to look at it. There was a digital map of my body....and something coming out of its back? Before I could figure it out, "the hoe" walked into the room. He didn't have a crazy smile on his face, but he was scowling, knocking things over and muttering profanities under his breath. 

'Watch your motherfucking profanity, sir,' I thought rolling my eyes. He turned to me, slamming his fists on the rock and screaming at me. 

"This is all your fault! You should have lost like you always did! Now I can't do it! This is all your fault!" 

He kept screaming, but then suddenly, he froze. And he smiled. He took the this that I guessed he was supposed to be hooking me up to and broke it. He then screamed someone's name and said, "I found it broken. I think this monster over here broke it." He glared at me. "Why and how did you do it?" 

Now I was confused. "I didn't do anything?" The man he called glanced at me. 

"There's no way he could do it, Ernie. Now quit breaking our stuff just because we won't let you give him the shapeshifting quirk." 

The man, who's name I just found out was Ernie, scoffed. "I don't understand why you won't. It's a genius idea. He could sneak in and out of places-" 

"Exactly." The man rubbed the bridge of his nose. "He can escape. We can't give him anything that we can't control." 

"But we already did!" Ernie threw up his hands, exasperated. "We gave him all those abilities that could kill us in an instant!" 

"But he refuses to use them to hurt anyone. So until we properly train him who to identify as his enemies, you can't give him anything more than what we tell you." 

"I could just program his brain. Like I did last time."

The man turned. "For a lead scientist, you can be so clueless." He sighed. "That would put too much strain on his brain. It was risky last time; it took several days just to make sure he didn't die from all the nonsense you stuffed him with." 

"It wasn't nonsense. He could be a better fighter than that underground hero." He put his hands together in a pleading position. "Just let me inject him with it slowly. Every two weeks, maybe."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. Now hurry up and go through with the original procedure. Remember that you can't inject the quirk quickly. It'll harm his body." Then, he left. Ernie turned to me, the sadistic smile back on his face. 

"Now, I know he said every two weeks, but that would be a huge bother. I wasn't even planning to use shapeshifting." He giggled. "But since he gave me such a wonderful idea, I mind as well use it." 

He took out some tubes, per usual, and injected them into my arms. He filled them, one at a time, with different colored liquids. After I was done screaming and spasming, he gave me a drug to knock me out, and I assumed he did whatever "procedure" he's supposed to do. 

When I woke up, I was in pain. My body hurt more than it did when I was training, like I was being torn from the inside. 'Where the fuck does he even get these shitty quirks to put in me...?'  I thought as I tried to curl my fingers. I wasn't surprised when they didn't move. Although, I did feel something under me. It was attached to my back, and was small and fluffy. 

"What the hell?" I was slowly becoming able to move, so I squirmed a little. The fluffs were still there, and made little rustling sounds whenever I moved. I groaned in annoyance. 

What did they do to me? 

Hehehe. I told you I would give you guys another part to make up for posting the other one so late. How was it? I tried to add as much of Bakugou's viewpoint on his situation as I could, to make it really feel as if you were in his position. I hope that made it more interesting. >w<