in conclusion | katsuki bakugo

二 | butterfly

EVERYTHING WAS DARK. Bakugo opened his eyes as he realized he was in a familiar area: Tattooin Station. There was a green roof over his head and train tracks in front of him, another set behind him. Benches were scattered around his figure, placed strategically on the land that divided the two train tracks.

What am I doing here? 

The blond looked down at himself, realizing that he was dressed in his pajamas. Getting even more confused, he looked around. He explored, clearly desperate for answers. Everything felt so odd and there was hardly a sky above him. If it was night, there were no stars to prove it since everything was doused in an inky black. 

He could hear train sounds in the distance, but there weren't any other passengers at the train station. In fact, it seemed like he was the only living soul, but the sound of the crickets in the background told him otherwise. Bakugo wandered alongside the train tracks, looking over to see if there were any lights up ahead.

Still, there was nothing.

Bakugo did everything he could; he shouted into the abyss, ran around on the train tracks themselves, and even sat on a bench before growing more impatient. He wasn't sure how long it took, but the rays of a train up ahead slowly started appearing in his vision. Standing up, he watched as it zoomed by him, the wind blowing back his hair and making his t-shirt flutter.

Curious, Bakugo meandered towards the train. Is there anybody in here? He went to the door, but let out a gruff yelp of some sort when the doors slid open. A multitude of people started streaming out, some of them making their way down the escalator to the level below the train station. 

However, something told him to stay here and look around some more. Swallowing, he turned his attention to the other doors, freezing in his place all of a sudden. It felt like something was watching him and his red eyes narrowed in confusion. His gaze abruptly fell upon a black figure. It looked scratchy, practically the visual encompass of tv static.

He tensed, trying to get explosions to scatter on his palms. However, it was fruitless. Looking down at his hands, there wasn't a single spark. Scowling, he looked back at the figure that seemed to smile mockingly in his direction. "Hey, fuck you! Come back here, bitch!" Bakugo chased after it anyway, shoes slapping against the pavement.

Suddenly the scenery changed and everything got darker; whatever lights that had shined on the path earlier had flickered out. It was so dark that Bakugo couldn't even look ahead of him. He squinted, trying to get an understanding of the area around him. The black figure blended in with his surroundings, making him grit his teeth in frustration.

Everything that was seemingly familiar had become unfamiliar in an instant and he hated it. "Where the fuck is everyone else?" The people that had once encompassed him were gone too, leaving him alone in the darkness. Bakugo hated to admit it, but there was a sense of fear eating away at him.

Everything was strange and this nightmare of his didn't give him any time to adjust to whatever was going on. Swallowing harshly, he trudged forward anyway. It felt like forever before scenery began to light up in front of him, white butterflies erupting from behind him. "What the—" They fluttered around him, appearing in front of him like a vivid firework.

With every step he took, more butterflies clouded his vision. He couldn't tell if this was a nightmare anymore judging from how happy-go-lucky it suddenly turned. However, the black figure returned in his vision and so did the train station. It was dimly lit so he could tell where he was going at least, but there still weren't any people.

The black figure ahead of him looked at him before turning his head to the side as if gesturing for Bakugo to look over at the train tracks once more. Scowling, he muttered something under his breath but did as the eerie thing told him to. Just like before, beams of yellow highlighted the path and soon another train appeared.

And just like before, a stream of people appeared in his vision, but there were definitely way more than there were before. He could feel himself get pushed against a bench, yelling out profanities and pushing away their figures. However, they didn't bother sparing a glance at him, continuing to go on their way.

"Damn it, move out of the fucking way!" It didn't help that he didn't have his quirk with him either, rendering him powerless against the control of the crowd. He grunted, squeezing past a few ladies before standing up on one of the benches, head tilted as he looked around. Where the fuck did that thing go?

Red eyes narrowed, he searched for the black figure again, his breath instantly hitching. Besides the weird vision was his girlfriend. A small smile was on her lips, but that was it. Other than that, she looked gaunt, her limbs were thin and hung at her sides. Her eyes were sunken as well, seemingly lifeless.

His heart dropped and he raced forward, determined on getting to her in time. However, he watched with wide eyes as she looked over her shoulder with a soft gaze, as if apologizing for the way she turned out.  "Don't go away yet," Katsuki managed to mutter, reaching a hand out only to watch her divert her attention again.

Another train appeared in his vision and the wind suddenly became much harsher, blowing him back slightly as he gritted his teeth and clung onto the floor underneath him. Speechlessly, he lifted his head again. His focus was on the black figure once more and he felt himself grow more and more anxious at the sight.

This entire time he had faced it head-on, but he hadn't seen the back of his supposed opponent and if he had, maybe he would've attempted to take it down sooner. For on the back of the figure was a scythe and with its arm wrapped around his girl, it led her to the train that resembled death.