Plus Minus One || BNHA OC Fanfiction

Extra #1: The Raid

So before I redid the outline for this book when it first started out, this was one of the chapters I wrote. It was suppose to go after Crystallized Phantoms. However, I scratched this part of an arc since the book would have dragged out way too long for my liking.

I'm publishing this now for fun because July 11th is the one year anniversary of Plus Minus One! Yeah, I totally forgot until two days before.

Just so you know I never edited this chapter so forgive me for any mistakes or errors. This is just a small tidbit of what could have been. Enjoy!

Also, at the bottom I'll show some random pieces of artwork I've done. Finished and unfinished.

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The stench of alcohol filled Inscribe’s nostrils as he held the pistol firmly in his gloved hand. His nose wrinkled in disgust, feeling a tad bit lightheaded by the pungent scent of strong liquor. Gosh, he never understood why people loved drinking alcohol. However, the case may be because he cannot hold his liquor and he cannot stand the burning sensation that ran down his esophagus.

Nonetheless, how could anyone inhabit this bar with such a strong smell? It absolutely reeked as the scent penetrated the floor, the walls, the ceiling, and any furniture that littered the area. How much does one need to drink or keep in such a place for it to smell like this? His teeth clenched down together in displeasure at the realization of a thought and his grip tightened on the pistol. 

The muzzle was pressed against the skull of the lavender-haired woman who was on her knees. Unlike the normal reaction of one when they are held at gunpoint, this woman did not show one ounce of fear or worry. In fact, the lighting only brought out her contorted expression of anger even more.

Above them, the fluorescent lights gave off a dim glow. Although the bar did not have much illumination, it gave off enough brilliance that Inscribe was able to see without forcing his eyesight. The glass bottles of alcohol were lined up across the wooden shelves behind the bar. He recognized a few as some expensive brands that Metallic would gush about. Stools with red seats were lined up in the front of the bar and settled on top of the surface of the wooden panels. A few vermillion sofas were pressed up against the walls with small round tables in front of them for patrons. All in all, it would appear like a relaxing and fine business if it was not an underground bar which was a well-known establishment to gain intel for Villains.

He shifted his attention. Beneath him, the woman glared fiercely at Inscribe, aqua eyes glowing with a mixture of confusion, fury, and resentment. Her body was adorned with a tight-fitting navy blue dress that was adorned with what seemed to be oval shards of lapis lazuli. The specks of amber that were dotted across the gemstones were a clear indication of it. 

Quite nice and fitting for the establishment. Quite disgusting from where they were produced. Inscribe had to bite down on his tongue to keep himself from sneering in revulsion. Breathing in deeply in an attempt to calm his slightly racing heart, Inscribe stroked the trigger with his thumb. He was not going to pull it. He dared to but he would not. Stay calm, stay calm. 

The woman shifted her head slightly and puffy curls of purple ringlets fell into her line of sight. Crimson scratches and angry maroon were painted across her knees from the amount of time she was kneeling on the floor. Wrapped around her wrists were bulky and heavy wrists that were made of faint silver and bright cerulean. Any chance of her Quirk coming to life was closer to none as the cuffs canceled her powers out.