Quirk Deku One-shots

Shelled Nightmare (341)

(I wanna make a quirked person being an SCP, so here we are, and deal with it)

"Containment breached! SCP-341 is on the loose!"

Clicking his tongue and looking around outside the broken door, Izuku begins to explore the place he had been held captive in.

"How did he escape? The people around were specifically chosen because they had no fear!"

Walking away from his cell, Izuku's formless body shuffled alone, his shells clinking against one another as bullets ricochet off of him.

Trying to speak, Izuku finds that he has no mouth, nor does he have vocal chords, or anything of that matter.

Wanting to not be stuck in his thoughts forever, Izuku shuffled to one of the marked exits, trying to find a way to speak.

"Someone got scared he of a him that was strong enough to breach containment! Now we have this on our hands."

Opening the intercom, the site director started spouting orders.

"Use heavy guns against him, and keep all exits sealed from breaching. Find me that son of a gun who started this, and terminate him!"

Continuing to shuffle forward, Izuku sees the doorway be reinforced and shut, not to let him out.

'And here I was thinking I'd be able to talk.'

Sighing in his mind, Izuku started making his way back his cell, being shot on by snipers and the like from behind constantly.

Ceasing fire when Izuku just shuffles back into his cell, the lead researcher hands Izuku a piece of paper, and a pen.

Looking at it, Izuku moves a black mass to drip onto the paper, to spell out a simple word. "Talk".

"341, if you wish to be able to speak, you could have just asked. Bring someone afraid of a generic person here."

Izuku watched as they pushed someone in an orange jumpsuit into the cell, and feels himself regaining features he all but gave up after gaining a quirk as he called it, or becoming anomalous as the others called it.

Coughing and wheezing for a bit, trying to relearn basic living skills, the lead researcher sits down and starts to ask questions.

"How did you look before transforming into this being?"

Looking up, Izuku replies to the best of his ability.

"Diamond freckles, 4 each cheek. Green hair, Green eyes, baby face, the works."

Nodding, the researcher asks more questions.

"Name? Background? Any idea how you formed this ability?"

"Izuku, Japanese, and I formed it on my fourth birthday."

Nodding and writing down a bit more, the researcher asks again.

"Any idea how you came to be here?"

Izuku shrugged.

"Got pulled into a weird black mass, and here I am.

Writing down his words, the researcher asks once again.

"Any others like you that could be in this world?"

Shaking his head, Izuku shrugged.

"If some did, I have no idea. I'm the only one as far as I'm aware."

Nodding and jotting it down, the researcher extends a hand.

"Well that concludes today. Get some rest and we'll keep this D-class here so you can stay human. We'll continue tomorrow."

extending a hand out from under the shells, Izuku shakes the researchers hand.

As the researcher walks out, Izuku pulls on the back of his jacket for a bit, and confused, the researcher looks back.

"I found out I can take out the shells without them disappearing like when you take them off. Maybe you can figure out how to make armor from them?"

Holding a shell out and starting to theorize, the researcher thanks Izuku and walks out, pocketing the shell on the way out.

"See you tomorrow Izuku. I'll be one call away."