When the jester gets mad

Mine

This caused a bit of an uproar. After a million questions answered, they calmed down and i wanted to get out of there. "No izuku! You were hurt too badly!" dabi said. I scoffed andswung my legs out of bed. "Get me out of this fucking hellhole." i muttered, trying to stand up.

"Izuku, what are you even planning to do?" Toga asked. I scoffed. "I need to finish hat we started." I muttered, ripping the ive out of my arm. "What the hell does that mean?" Crusty asked. "We burned my old house down, he'll burn whoever I love." I told them and stood up.

It didn't hurt because I still had drugs in my system,but it'll hurt in a while. "Izuku, we can protect ourselves, just please rest." Kacchan pleaded. I looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Kacchan, fine, just get me out of here." I whispered. He bit his lip and looked at the pack before turning back to me. "Fine, but no going after your dad." He said. I nodded frantically.

He sighed and I got changed into my normal clothes. The pack walked around me so I couldn't be spotted, and Eri and Kota at my sides, holding my hands.

When we got out of the hospital I took a deep breath. "Eri, Kota, daddy's going to go out for a little ok? Stay with mom or Dabi." I told them. Everyone looked at me worriedly. I chuckled. "You guys really do not trust me, so you?" I asked and started walking.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Kacchan yelled. "Base one and a half." I said, knowing that toga, Dabi, and crusty would get it. They all started yelling at me. "You simply said not to kill my father, and I'm not doing that." I said. The ex-villain squad groaned. "He's going to a fucking bar that we used to have as a base! There's probably still alcohol leftover!" Toga said.

I ignored everyone and went down the path to where I knew the bar was. After half an hour of walking, I found it.

I hummed as I got the key on the lamppost and unlocked the door, throwing the key behind me, not caring if anyone found me.

I looked at the shelves full of bourbon and wine, and smiled. My best friends. I grabbed some bottles, especially the vodka. I slid down the wall and started downing my sorrows. After about a bottle of bourbon, two things of vodka and a glass of wine, I started to feel myself get drunk.

I just kept drinking and I felt my head go fuzzy. I was surrounded by eight bottles, when the door opened. "Dear god jester..." a raspy voice said. "Ahhh, ketchup stain." I mumbled. He shook his head and kneeled in front of me.

"What the hell are ya doin?" He asked. I barked a laugh and gestured to all of the bottles around me. "What does it look like? 'M drowning my sorrows. Got captured by my real dad, and now the abusive Rick who wasn't even my dad is now roaming the streets. I swore that I wouldn't go after him since I just got out of the hospital." i slurred.

Ketchup stain sighed and picked up the bottles, looking at each of them. "How are you not dead? There are like ten bottles of the strongest shit ive ever seen." he told me. I grumbled and leaned against the wall evern more.

"Lotta meetings with a lot of big guys. Had to keep my reputation as the jester. It takes about six bottles for me to get drunk." i slurred again. He sighed once more and picked me up.

"Let me goooo." i whined. Ketchup stain grumbled and started taking off with me on my shoulder. "Cant knight come pick you up?" he asked. I scoffed. "Hes a damn mole. My kids almost got hurt because of him. Along with my dad and boyfriend." i mumbled.

"Ya know, i really love my family. I almost killed myself so many times until i met them. Eri gave me a reason to keep living so i could find her, or at least her body if bird man got her. Dad helped boost my confidence. Kota is giving me a reason to live again because his parents died and so i dot want to be another tally. And kacchan taught me how to love! I didnt know what love was before him." i muttered.

"You'r drunk, stop it." ketchup stain growled, slapping a hand over my mouth. "Where the hell do you live? Know what, im just texting the last person in your contacts." he muttered, grabbing my phone with my protest.

"who ever kacchan is, has been texting you nonstop." he said. I chuckled and leaned back.

"hes mine, back the fuck off."