Krish: The Tortured Hero- MHA Fanfic (OC X Nejire)

Chapter 10: A Rude Awakening

A/N: Gore warning.

"rish... Krish. Krish!" He yelled as Krish jolted up, sweat dripping from his forehead. 

Placing his hands down behind him, he felt the cold, rough concrete, digging into his palm as he shifted his weight.

He was back home.

Rubbing his eyes, he looked to his left, remembering that there was a strange-sounding man that woke him up. As he cleared his field of vision, he was shocked to find himself standing before him.

"Who are you?" Krish asked, standing up and walking backwards. 

"I'm you." He replied nonchalantly, "I'm Krish"

"No... No no no... Toga you said you wouldn't be me again... stop it" Krish replied, hyperventilating and panicking. 

"Toga's dead, we killed her, well, I did, but since I'm you, it was a team effort." He calmly spoke once again, walking into the other room to show Toga's lifeless body, covered in blood, gaping wounds, and her organs spilling out of her.

Immediately the sleepy child covered his mouth, although he couldn't hide a sick smile underneath his disgust. 

"She's...she's gone! ha.. HAHA NO WAIT! SHE'S FUCKING DEAD! YOU BITCH! I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY IN A PUDDLE OF YOUR OWN BLOOD!" Krish screamed, his voice shrill as he laughed maniacally. 

"That's right, she's gone, just like us." The doppelganger uttered, as it's voice shifted into a mix of multiple voices. 

Krish turned to look behind him, his bloodshot eyes, crazed expression and tears of joy met by the harrowing sight of his old family. He opened his mouth but no words came out. After ten solid seconds of staring, he lost it. 

"No... this isn't real... she's alive. The bitch is alive... you're all gone... because of me. Get me out... GET ME OUT OF HERE! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!" He yelled, shouting and screaming, as he fell to the floor, heart palpitating as a panic attack washed over him. 

"NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOO- OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" He screamed once more, waking up in the middle of his yell, this time for real.

It was dark outside, the window only showing pitch black, with heavy rain causing a pitter-patter sound to resonate throughout the room. The walls were covered in white paint, or plasterboard. Either way, there was nothing in this room that stimulated the eyes. Looking down, Krish saw white and off-white bedsheets. Bedsheets? He'd never had these before. Even at Shigaraki's hideout, it was just a stained mattress with a blanket draped over it. He sunk his hands into the bed, feeling how soft and supportive it was. His hands travelled further, as they gripped the smooth and breathable blanket that he was given. Again, all of it in white. As he examined his body, he saw that his black clothes were replaced with white bandages and a gown of some sort, as he looked to his side, he saw a screen that was turned off. As the gears in his head shifted and turned, it all culminated in a lightbulb moment. 

He was in a hospital, maybe.

Why? Who took him there? Was it the police? Did Shigaraki take him? Was it the heroes? Did the heroes and the police work together? Why would Shigaraki take him to a hospital? Maybe to heal him and then kill him? Why did the heroes take him here? Don't hospitals have other people? Where was the doctor? Why was he alone?

That last question wasn't a surprise to Krish. He knew he'd be alone, no matter what. As he remembered his old mantra, a figure walked into the door, along with a smaller figure. 

"I see that you're finally awake, although, after 12 hours of rest, it stands to reason that you'd wake up." Nezu said, as he walked up to Krish's bed.

"Hey kid, how are you?" Aizawa said, limping with a cast over his arm, barely having the strength to sit down on the chair adjacent to Krish. Helping Nezu up, he took a deep breath, as he looked at Krish again.