𝔸 𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖 💥𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕦𝔻𝕖𝕜𝕦💥

Long Lost Memories

This chapter is going to be shorter as it is Izuku's point of view. This chapter will be based on post-traumatic amnesia, which is described as a state of confusion that occurs immediately following a traumatic brain injury in which the injured person is disoriented and unable to remember events that occur after the injury.' Basically, for a while, during PTA, your brain doesn't work very well at recalling and storing information or your short-term memory doesn't work properly.  Meaning that Izuku's perception of time and thoughts are disorienting. Enjoy!

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Chapter 11

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Three Years Later*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Izuku's POV:

He sat in the vast white room, his emerald eyes scanning the pristine emptiness that stretched out endlessly, devoid of any distinguishing features. The air felt stale, almost suffocating, as if time had stood still. Was this the afterlife Would he ever see his friends again? These thoughts swirled in his mind, intertwining with the distant, unfamiliar voices that seemed to call out to him.

The whispers felt like distant echoes of forgotten memories. They tugged at his consciousness, urging him to follow them into the unknown.

He drifted aimlessly through the sea of white, for felt like days... weeks... years? Flickers of figures danced like elusive shadows as the emptiness slowly turned dull the further he wondered, teasing his senses as they moved with a haunting grace. The whispers grew louder, echoing in his mind, their words indecipherable yet compelling. He strained to understand, but their meaning eluded him. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that he shouldn't turn back, that going back was not an option.

But then, terror seized him as the whispers transformed into a cacophony of unintelligible yelling. Hundreds of voices merged into a chorus that drowned him in darkness. The once endless expanse of white was devoured by a sinister black ooze. Panic surged within him as he fought against the suffocating grip of the encroaching darkness.

Looking down, his wide eyes caught sight of grotesque creatures with black skin, jagged teeth, and exposed brains. Their heterochromatic eyes bore into him as they clawed at him, their sinister intentions clear—to consume him, to extinguish whatever light he held within. Desperation coursed through his veins as he struggled against their relentless assault swimming through the sea of ooze Each strike from their jagged claws felt like a piece of his essence being ripped away. Agonizing pain coursed through his body as he watched his memories dissipate like fleeting whispers, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

One by one, the creatures took hold of his memories, their inky black skin absorbing the fragments of his identity. Images of his friends, his time of UA, the battles he had fought—everything that had shaped him—were devoured by the relentless creatures. The once vibrant recollections faded into oblivion, leaving behind only the faintest traces of their existence.

As the creatures tore through his memories, a sense of disconnection settled within him. It was as if pieces of a jigsaw puzzle were being snatched away, leaving empty spaces and fragmented images in their wake. The names and faces of those he held dear became fleeting specters, slipping from his grasp as the creatures clawed deeper into his being.

And then, just as they were about to overtake him, a glimmer of hope appeared. A shadowy figure materialized above him, taking the form of a misty boy with blonde spikey hair and rich crimson eyes. Light blasted from it blasting the ooze back struggling to keep it at bay. The misty figure extended a hand towards Izuku. He didn't understand why, but the mist seemed familiar, almost as if he knew what it was.