!! if u see chaps being messed up its bc im rewriting everything rn !!
ORIGINALLY NAMED STRINGS OF FAITH!!
𖥻 ✿ - 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐘
? ♡ 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉, U.A top first years get
transported to a new world where 80%
of the moon was...
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"hand over the tentacle serum," a man with blue hair and a hand over his face said, facing another man with a clock over his face. "we helped you get four people to kill the yellow thing, so it's time for your end of the deal."
"we helped you get four people to kill the yellow thing, so hand it over."
"once they have proven worthy, it will be all yours. these students better be better than itona, or i will end our deal," the man with the clock said. the blue-haired man scowled at him.
"i'll turn you to dust—" he snarled, reaching his hand out to touch the man, but a portal stopped him.
"master wouldn't be happy if you killed the man who is giving us a new source of power," said a man behind the counter, drying glasses.
"well, he's not being very cooperative now, is he?" the blue-haired man grumbled, scratching his neck, flakes of skin dust falling from his crusty neck.
"i'll be taking my leave now. i'll be back soon. if there are any complications, call me. i'll try to be here as soon as i can," the man with the clock said, stepping through a portal that opened before him.
"how annoying..."
i started breathing heavily, looking up to find myself sitting in the middle of an alleyway. my clothes were covered in dirt. glancing around, where the fuck am i now? i looked down at my hands, my eyes widening at the sight—they were covered in blood. what the hell happened?
standing up, i wiped off some of the dirt from my lap. i glanced down at the clothes i was wearing, furrowing my eyebrows. it was some kind of uniform, oversized and unfamiliar.
but it felt so comfortable, so familiar, so... right. like it was something i wore every day. the oversized blazer sat on my shoulders as if it belonged there.
whose is this? i thought, staring at the blazer. my parents would never buy the wrong-sized uniform.
i stepped out of the alleyway, walking onto the bustling city streets. looking around, i noticed how clean and well-kept everything was. the buildings, the sidewalks, even the air—it was nothing like where i came from.
it was... relaxing. no villain attacks, no mobs of people clamoring to snap pictures of pro-heroes.
i listened to the birds chirping from above and the cheerful chatter of people around me. taking a deep breath, i smiled. children were playing nearby, and when they waved at me, i waved back. my lips curved up further with every passing second, and for once, i felt lighter. no one even questioned the blood on my hands.
suddenly, a balloon floated in front of me. instinctively, i grabbed it and handed it back to the little girl nearby. she giggled and ran off, leaving me with a full smile on my face.
but that smile didn't last. it faded when i felt a strange hollowness inside me, like something was missing. it was a gnawing emptiness, as though a part of me had been ripped away. what was it? what was i looking for?
i looked around desperately, searching for something—anything—but i didn't know what it was.
without warning, my legs began to move on their own. panic shot through me as i realized i had no control over my body. no matter how hard i tried to stop, my legs kept running.
strangely, the further i ran, the more a sense of satisfaction built within me. it was as though whatever i was seeking was getting closer and closer, pulling me toward it like a magnet.
finally, i stopped, bending over with my hands on my knees as i gasped for air. i looked around and saw that i was by a riverbank, with sand beneath my feet and a bridge towering above.
kneeling down, i stared at my reflection in the water. the world around me began losing its vibrancy, fading into dull grays and shadows. the brightness that had lifted my spirits just moments ago was gone.
tears welled up in my eyes, and i wiped them away quickly. why am i crying? sobs escaped my lips, filling the quiet around me. what the hell is wrong with me? nothing bad had happened—or had it? i don't care. can these feelings just go away?
i looked down at the sand beside me and noticed something glinting in the light. reaching for it, i realized it was a knife. how the hell did that get there?
my hand moved toward it on its own, trembling as i picked it up. confusion and fear coursed through me. why am i doing this?
the knife inched closer to my wrist, and no matter how hard i tried to stop, my body refused to listen.
just as the blade hovered above my skin, a voice called out, "n/n?"
my head whipped around to see a red-haired boy standing there, his face familiar in a way that tugged at my heart.
as the sun shone down on him, the world around me came alive again, bursting into color. my heart raced as emotions flooded me. tears rolled down my face, and i couldn't stop them. the boy ran toward me, pulling the knife from my grasp.
"n/n, what are you doing?" he said gently, cupping my cheek. "don't ever touch that again."
his words washed over me, but i wasn't really listening. i was too focused on him—on how he knew me, and why seeing him felt so right.
behind him, the trees seemed to shift oddly, but i ignored it, my attention fixated on him.
"k— karma?"
suddenly, my eyes shot open. i was back in my room, my alarm clock blaring beside me. my clothes were normal again, and it was as if nothing had happened.
but the feeling of emptiness was back, heavier than ever.
"w-what was his name again?" i whispered, clutching my chest.
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published - june 29, 2021 rewritten - june 10, 2023 / december 22, 2024
