The Hope's Peak Titan

The Time Before Our Destiny/Despair

A/N: New chapter let's go. As you can probably tell, the level of detail put into this will be more than MK-IRL, it still won't be top quality I'll tell you that. The sophistication is much higher though. It might not fit, but I think "Follow Fi" is the best to listen to when reading this story, just saying. Thank you for your support, enjoy!

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A man strolled through the busy streets of the colourful city, everything around him told a unique story. The family was eating out at a restaurant because their daughter got good results in her exams, the man singing his heart out just to earn enough money to eat some food the next day, along with a young boy in tattered clothes waiting for his mother to find him. The man's story was also unique, unique as it was, it left a scar in his heart. It took all his will to bear the burden, unfortunately, it isn't going to be enough.

After his disconnection from his troubles he arrived back at his home. Walking up 3 flights of cracked stone stairs and traversing from one side to the over he got to his apartment door. The paint had seen better days and the door handle would be better off being replaced. It was a daily reminder of just how much of a shoddy life he has lived. 'Enough of this...' he thought constantly, but in no way did he have the will to do so, he was trapped in a cage of. What that cage is, no one knows. As usual, he opened the door. The condition of the door mirrored the state of the room, the wallpaper was on it's last legs and the furniture looked like it was torn apart by a ruthless monster. Where did it go all wrong? Well you could say it was at several points in the man's life, he himself would say when he lost the one person who wanted him to be alive.

– 10 years ago –

A young boy was sitting outside of the headteacher's office. His mother sat beside him with an irritated and disgusted look, possibly at the boy himself or other pressing matters that are more important than her own son. "Mrs ******, she will see you now." the intercom rang out. His mother released a breath of frustration as she got up, she turned to the solemn boy next to her giving him a monsterous glare, "Stay there, if you get into trouble again, you're dead." In response the boy looked even deeper into the floor in pain and just as much in shame. Only about a minute or so of loud silence, shouting began to ring out from the office. It was impossible to decipher exactly what was being hurled throughout the other room, but the eyes of concern from the bystanders towards the little kid sunk him deeper into the sea of humiliation.

The mother walked through the door in a rage, it looked like she had just been to war with another animal. She walked past her child and towards the door, he took it as a hint to follow her. They made it to the car and the car drive home was just as painful, the two of them did not speak a single word. After about 10 minutes of driving they arrived in front of their home, a fabulous two story house with a spacious garden. What more could you ask for? The mother turned back to her son and like before told him to stay where he was. She got out of the ocean blue Mercedes and marched towards the door of the house. The boy sat there in solitude and confusion, he didn't know what his mother was doing.

His mother, about 5 minutes later, walked out holding a black suitcase dragging it along the cobblestone path. Opening the front door on the left side she placed it on the seat*. He wanted to question why she brought his suitcase out, but he didn't want to risk getting in trouble again. After half an hour of driving, they pulled up at a bungalow*. It didn't stand out like the house he lives in but it gave off a sense of calmness. An old man opened the door, he did not seem too pleased to see them. She got out of the car and walked over to him. As he was still in the car it was impossible for him to understand them. She then looked over at him and signalled for him to get out of the car.

Contrary to the look the old man gave his mother, he seemed to be happy in my presence. "You're going to be living with him from now on. I don't care what you have to say... I'm already stressed enough from your father leaving, just get out of my sight." He burst out crying, all he wanted to ask was 'why?', but he was unable to. The old man grabbed hold of his hand and carefully pulled him along to the door. "WHY!? WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME!?" out of nowhere he shouted in absolute pain. The woman stood there for a while, it seemed like it was nigh impossible to turn around again. When she did.. "It's because... YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR STUPID FATHER! A troublemaker who always gets into fights, why can't you just be... a normal child?"