Jumpy (Overhaulxreader)

home sweet hell

The room is dark. You can barely see your hand in front of your face. The light from under the door was your only sense of direction. You shift on your bed and throw your legs over the side. You shiver as your feet hit the cold concrete below you. you got up and tried the handle. It was locked. Again.

The clock on the wall gave you no sense of time. And it was too dark to even see it anyway.

Mom promised you soup today. One of the few things she cooks for you besides oatmeal. You hated oatmeal. You once loved it. But that was along time ago. You could barely recall your first bowl. It had sugar and cinnamon in it. You told mom it was your favorite. But that was a long time ago.

feeling defeated, you walked across the cold concrete floor to the cot in the corner. You decided to take a nap until food time. Mom said you had to stay down here. It was for your own good, your mom told you. So, you couldn't go outside and get food yourself.

"for my own good" you repeated to yourself.

The room faded to black as you drifted Into a dreamless sleep.

You woke up...
Then, there was walking. Loud footsteps above you. was that mom? It couldn't be. Mom was quite.

There was screaming for a moment. But only for a moment. Then the footsteps walked down stairs. they came closer. then the door was shook on it's hinges. After a moment, the door opened.

You turned around and looked up. The room was filled with light for the first time in three days. Three days of darkness. You didn't know whether to be happy or afraid.
You decided it was better not to react at all.

At the doorway there was a shadow.
It was the figure of what looked like a man in a hat and some sort of cape around his shoulders. The angle of the light prevented you from making out any of his features. This made him look like a shadow. But you're sure he's a real person.

After stairing at you, he spoke. "Hello?" He asked. You jumped a bit, not having heard a voice in three days.

"h-hi." You gasped. Just barely able to make any noise.

"Who are you?" He asked firmly.

"y/n" You meekly reply. Why did you tell him that? you don't even remember thinking about telling him.

"whats your quirk?" He asked.

"s-something terrible. So I can't l-leave." you again said without thinking. Truth be told, you had no idea. All you know is what your mother told you.

"hmm. Is it powerful?" He asked.

"Y-yes very." you said. That's what mom told you.

He seemed content with that answer. He turned and walked back up the stairs.
You sat on your bed for a moment, not sure what to do. Should you follow him? This was the first stranger you've seen in a long time. You decided to just lay back down and wait for mom. she would know what to do. The door was wide open. But you won't leave. You couldn't.... Someone would get hurt. Right?

So you wait. For something. Anything to happen.
 you turn, and lay with your back to the door.

After an unknown time of waiting, since the clock on the wall stopped working when you were nine, you heard footsteps.

The light from the stairs was suddenly blocked out. you hear footsteps getting closer. By the shadow you can tell they're bigger than the other person.

Then you feel arms wrap around you and you're picked up. you look up but you can't see behind his mask. But he is big. You look over to the person you're being carried to. He is dressed in all black and also has a weird mask on him, and that hat you saw earlier. Was it the same person?

His mask makes him look like a bird. At least you hope its a mask.

The big man stopped in front of the other. you're being held out to him. you don't move. The man pulls out a syringe and pokes your neck. The room quickly becomes fuzzy. And then dark.