Flat 36 [Bakugo & Reader & Kirishima]

Chapter 1

A/N: I realize this is a completely different flavor of story than I've established so far buuuutttt I love my horror ideas. Although this will probably be more thriller(?). Either way for the old readers, thanks for trusting me and new readers buckle up! Hope you like it.

This story was inspired by the Reddit NoSleep thread linked in the summary

Pots and pans fell, banging together as heavy thumps shook the floor. Unfamiliar voices echoed beyond the doorway as what sounded like multiple figures stumbled around. I sighed preparing myself for yet another surprise from this god-awful place. I brought out the weapon that Atlas so kindly gave to me after my rant at the train station. It was a specialized gun that shot electrically charged bullets. Probably illegal for me to have but very useful. I crept towards the kitchen, avoiding all the creaky floorboards to get a jump on my opponents. When I got close to the doorway, I heard hushed whispers.

"Do I look like I know where the fuck we are? Why ask me?"

"It looks like an apartment." The other voice murmured, ignoring the other one's attitude.

So they're lost. Didn't make them any less dangerous. I walked out, gun pointed, careful to stay at shooting distance. Hopefully, they're cocky. Easier to knock out something that would let you hit it to prove a point. When my eyes adjusted to the dark kitchen, I saw humanoid creatures. Both had unnatural red eyes. Vampires? No they're not pale enough. Both were also muscular like they worked out often. I didn't know too many monsters who cared to do that. I put my finger on the trigger and placed both hands on the gun to steady my aim.

"Who are you?" I asked.

The blonde one looked ready to pounce but the red-haired one put an arm out, stopping him. He put both hands up and gave me a sincere look. I tightened my grip on the gun, mentally mapping out ways I could run and hide. The "nice" ones were always the cruelest. Adrenaline coursed through me as the muted colors in my darkened kitchen took on a technicolor quality. I narrowed my eyes at him and he pursed his lips. I saw sharp teeth glint in the dim moonlight as he opened his mouth.

"We're pro-heroes Red Riot and Dynamight. Can you please tell us where we are?" He asked carefully.

Pro-Heroes?

"How did you get here?" I asked.

"He asked you a question." The blonde growled in a rough chainsaw voice.

The redhead elbowed him and took a step forward. I immediately pointed the gun toward him.

"We were hit with a teleportation quirk. That's all we know. Honest. Can you please tell us where we are?"

Quirk? Is that slang for something?

A rule I've learned to follow was never tell anything your address, especially true concerning certain creatures. They didn't fit the description of any of them and honestly, they could walk out and immediately know the address anyway. I briefly contemplated killing them but if it didn't work, I could be torn apart. My heart pounded as I considered my options.

"Miles Tower. England."

"England?!" The blonde one yelled.

"Man, that guy really wanted us out of his hair." The redhead sighed.

They went back and forth on how to contact their friends and something about the way they referenced everything told me they were either very delusional or telling the truth. Maybe both. I finally calmed down enough to notice the ridiculous costumes they were wearing. One was shirtless with gears on his shoulders and his pants had a red cape around it. The other had a skin tight bodysuit with an orange and black X crossing down their chest. He had big grenades on his arms. Words like Hero Commission and various names like Uravity and Deku flew out of their mouths with such ease that I decided to relax a bit. It was becoming clear that I didn't need to use force to get them out of my apartment. They weren't concerned with me or anything rooted in reality for that matter. I could probably tell them the Tooth Fairy wanted to meet them on the street corner and they'd leave to see her.