Uncalled For (Tokyo Revengers X Doom)

Revelation

Author here, so from this point forward, (y/n) will sometime refer some characters (16 and younger) as kids, my boy or my girl. Similar to how All might refers Deku, cause she still mentally 25. Will she stop eventually? Tbh idk yet. I'll figure it out as I go.

Warning: cursing

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~present time~

(y/n)'s POV:

"WHERE THE HELL AM I!?" My voice echoes through the alleyway.

Then I recall back to the previous event. I clench my fist and jaw. The feeling of rage and sadness overtook me all at once as my body shook. My body crouching over as tears built up and drips down but it only came from my right eye. "DAMN IT!" I punched the ground effectively creating a dent and cause a couple of rocks to shake or fly, scattering to who knows where.

I eventually lean back and rest on the dented brick wall, trying to recollect myself as I mourn for Logan, murmuring my last goodbye.

After that I was sure that I calmed down, I raise my right hand to wipe away the tears but instead was met with a stub. I look at it in confusion and notice my prosthetic arm on the ground beside me.

Now that I think about everything feels oddly loose.

Wait.

I look down and hesitantly felt my chest.
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IT'S FLAT!!

"Wha-! No! Don't tell me!" I feel around more. My body feels more slim, muscles from years of training and battles completely gone. I frantically looked around for something reflective and found a broken mirror a few feet away. I scramble up almost tripping over my now loose sweatpants. When I reached the mirror and looked at myself. My eyes widen in horror, "AAAAAAAAAAH!" I scream in disbelief as I touch my young face which seems to be about 10 years old.

I move away from the mirror and started to restlessly pace around with a hand over my mouth, 'How is this possible!? What the fuck happened to me!? My boobs are gone! This isn't one of the concerns he had, right? Right?!' I try to come up with any possible theories that could've caused this but to no avail.

My body deflates, my brain giving up on the complex subject. I turn back towards the mirror and look at myself once more, taking in my new appearance. I rest a hand on it and then my forehead, closing my eyes. My hand slid down the mirror, leaving a trail of smudges and blood behind. I reopen my eyes, my reflection now staring back at me.

'I can't keep staying here, I have to get moving.' Distancing myself from it, leaving a spot of blood that a trail soon run down on its reflective surface. I make my way back towards where I first woke up and took my artificial arm, shotgun, doomblade and store them away in my dimensional pocket I manifested. I roll up the hems of my sweatpants and tighten the strings so it doesn't fall off my hips. I now stand straight, "Alright, where to now?" I look left and right. After much pondering, I ultimately choose to go left.

3dr POV:

The slayer has been walking around aimlessly through the night for who knows how long. There are few people on the streets and if they saw her, they either gave her a weird look, shook their head or avoided her altogether. She was, however, not bothered by the attention she'd briefly get.

She currently have absolutely no fucking idea where she's going but what she do know now though, was that she's starting to feel hungry and the adrenaline that is slowly going away is starting to make her feel tired and grumpy.