If you did your math right, there were 4 guards on the last two floors, so you can safely assume that on this one, there might be at least the same number or more.
You sat by door of the entrance and do your best to peer in and notice that there are significantly more guards, including one really big guy at the end of the hallway. Hmmmm, maybe you can use him to your advantage.
At the risk of leaving your body unattended, you jump into the mind of the biggest guard, let's call him 'Tiny'
"Ok Tiny, this is definitely gonna hurt you more than it hurts me"
"Huh?" He says out loud. You've only done this a couple times, usually like in this case to use the body of someone bigger. Now you have to find out what his quirk is. If the memory center of the brain is like a hallway, trying to control the mind is like using a very big computer, you just have to find the right buttons. And if you remember correctly, the quirk button is right around..here. You press the button and he punches the wall super hard.
"Your quirk is just super strength? That's kinda basic, my guy"
"Ok...very funny guys. How are you projecting that voice like that?" Tiny says out loud. The other guards already looked a little freaked out because of his sudden outburst with hitting the wall.
"It's none of your friends, Tiny. It's all in your head" you manually turn his head so he looks into the mirror next to him and you can see the freaked out look on his face when he realizes he's not fully in control of his body.
"Alright, I think I got the hang of it again. I'm gonna beat up your friends now" you start pressing buttons as he grabs the closest guard and throws him at the others. The guards on the other side quickly try to subdue Tiny, but it was very clear they couldn't overpower him. Some of them even tried using their quirks. One smashed a glass vase and began shooting the shards at Tiny. Some of them managed to knick him, but he lifted up another guard to block most of it. Another guard tried freezing his legs, but he quickly broke free from the ice. Once all the guards were moaning and groaning on the floor, you found the unconscious button for Tiny and he crashed down to the floor. You transferred back to your body and put everyone in the room to sleep.
"Wish that was a bit more subtle but oh well" you thought as you stepped over unconscious guards and shards of glass. You slowly opened the door at the end of the hallway and stepped into a dark room. Large curtains neatly hung in front of floor to ceiling windows and a large mahogany desk was the only other set of furniture in the room. You looked around and quickly closed the door when you hear a toilet flush.
Cheeky hums to himself as he walks out of the bathroom, zipping up his fly. He's short and stocky, he's wearing a pair of white dress pants and a white collared shirt with a black tie, his suit jacket is draped over his chair. The moonlight lights up the room, so even though there is a huge chandelier in the middle of the room, he only turns on a tiny lamp on his desk. You come up behind him and before he can even register your presence, you tap his temples to put him to sleep.
You go into his mind to search for any memory of Stash, which is a little harder since he's technically unconscious.
"Hey! You! What did you do to me?" The disembodied voice of Cheeky sounded just as you imagined.
"Don't worry, you're fine. I'm looking for someone in particular, I won't be here long" His hallway looked like something out of an 19th century French castle. Very regal, and VERY over the top.
"Who are you looking for?"
"A business partner of yours, Stash." The rooms rearranged themselves to show a series of memories with Stash. First you saw him and Stash meeting, then you saw Stash pushing Cheeky out of the way of gun fire.
"I don't know where he is"
"Ahhh, cmon, sure you do" you see another memory of them having dinner together at the restaurant you were at earlier. "Looks like you and Stash are regular ol' pals, Cheeky" he just chuckled.
"I don't know who sent you but whenever I get out of this you're dead" it was your turn to chuckle.
"Whatever you say.." you continued walking down the hallway and you stopped at a particular memory. Cheeky was hiding behind a dumpster and seemed to be spying on Stash. Stash was talking to a policeman and you could feel Cheeky's blood boil.
"Ya see why I don't know where he is?" The next memory was Cheeky confronting Stash and holding a gun up to his temple. "I was the one who forced the son of a bitch into hiding. I told him if I ever saw his snitch ass again, he'd be dead" you rolled you're eyes and left his memories. Well great..this ended up all being for nothing. You had to find Stash if you wanted to go home early.
"I really hate that I'm gonna have a migraine because of you" you said to Cheeky's unconscious body. Back to the drawing board, maybe you could track down Mickey tomorrow since he's the other pixie stick dealer around here. For now, you had to clean up your mess and get the hell out of there.
Unfortunately, you didn't have the ability to erase memories, however, you did have the ability to change the perception of yourself in the memory. To Cheeky and his guards, this is all going to be some weird collective fever dream. The only evidence they'd have of your being there was security tapes, but you took those and planned to burn those in a trash can outside. You woke them up from the fourth floor from the top, hearing the men all groan as they woke up from their deep slumber. You made your way back to your car, yawning as you started the engine and drove back to your aunts house.
You finally checked your phone and you had a missed call from Shouta and Yua. You made a mental note to text them in the morning. When you got back, you barely were able to strip your clothes off before passing out on the guest bed.
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Out of Your Mind
Fanfiction[y/n] is the school counselor at UA high school. Her quirk makes her a much needed part in the system, allowing her to calm the rowdy, hormonal students whenever it's needed. This year isn't any different, but something about the hero class 1-A is m...