Akin By Acid(BNHA Mina Ashido x Male Xenomorph Reader)

F ls Hydr

Before you begin reading this chapter, let me do something I would not normally do, and give a warning related to the contents you will be reading here.

The illness portrayed here is a serious, terminal one that is not to be taken lightly. If you suffer from depersonalization or derealization, than I sincerely hope my depictions here are nowhere near accurate or realistic enough to be truly reminiscent of what you may go through.

Please, be wary, and please do your best to enjoy this chapter.

  "Redacted, huh?" You repeated, removing your clothes to instead don your hero outfit in the moving vehicle.

  "We received the report from one of the agents who went in to contain the an- the villain in question. The villain called himself Redacted, as in the exclusion of data from a document." The agent explained, respectfully keeping his eyes off of you while you changed.

"Got it. Any other details?"

"None that are significant. We'll be forced to use your footage to find out more. ETA in a few minutes, be ready."

Before you knew it, you were at a warehouse, looking the structure up and down.

"The last known locations of the agents are near the center of that warehouse. There isn't much space to hide or set up ambushes, we would've been able to detect them anyhow, so we suspect the villain may be relying on either brute force or an uncanny quirk. Be ready for anything." With the warning, you stepped forward, through the warehouse doors.

"Hm?" Through dark halls, you heard a quick hum as you silently slipped through the darkness. Near you, a drone slipped into the opposite side of the room, towards a vent that led into the warehouse's main room. You slinked through a vent opposite of that one, ready for a kind of pincer attack, if it became necessary.

  One blip went off on your motion tracker, leaving you on high alert as the vent began to lead upward. Before you knew it, you were soon emerging, onto massive shelves.

  "Is someone else there?" A male voice asked. You narrowed your eyes, silently slipping across empty shelves. You could smell the only person in the warehouse, but no Foundation agents. Where were they?

  "Hey... come out." The voice called again, a bluff. You had made no indication to your presence, nothing they would notice.

  You continued to slink across the shelves, wary of any potential ambush. You needed to be careful, the villain's quirk could be anything. Anything...

  All of a sudden, you felt the shelf give way, buckling underneath you. With enough ruckus to wake a small town, you fell to the ground, rolling to your feet again.

  "So, there you are." The voice pointed out. You hissed, stepping back to face the villain. Black hair and sunken, dull, dark blue eyes faced you. Pale hands held a large vinyl record as the villain sat on a stool, next to a roughly constructed table, holding a large phonograph.

"The shelves haven't been exactly cared for, you know? Clever to sneak up on me, really, but I'm sorry to say that wouldn't work." He sighed, twirling the vinyl.

"...you're Redacted, yeah?" You asked. Dull, baby blue eyes flicked up to you.

"...yeah, I'm Redacted." He admitted, not moving. You stood, on guard, waiting for him to make the first move.

  "Well then, I'm here to take you in." You reported, hissing as you stepped forward. Your foot hit something, and a box near your feet tipped over, spilling records all over the floor.