Come out... come out!

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Oh if I said I was eagier to end this then no one could understand the real meaning behind this. I felt giggly and all bubbly and happy for this hunt to have turned out like this. Normally I should be the hunted but I am enduring this anger for quite a while now. No one could understand it. I hated the cold around us, I hated to have missed Christmas with my famil and what I hated the most was waking up in a goddamn room being in a damn costume and not having any choice at all but to comply with what was going on.

This was the hate and the anger I accumulated over the past days that class 1B just started to feel. The only eason I didn't get Shinso out with the gen ed class was only because of one reason. One alone and no one would understand it as well. I thought about it hard and long and honestly as usefull as the quirks of these people were who told me that they wouldn't backstab me sooner or later. This game was starting to prolong itself just because of me after all.  

Shinso however was a bit different since I managed to break out of his quirks gasp once and I am sure I could do it again if I had to. Besides that it was easier for me to work with someone who could controll people. The risk of losing everything that I build up was just not that high.

Me: Ohh Monomo~

Nothing.

If people would be this dumb then the whole game would have been over in a day or so. Not as if I couldn't have done that at all. It was easy to break them and give them a present. That was my role after all as a nice sweet villain. However what the present was, was completly up to me and PTSD sounded like a lot of fun anyways. 

Me: Come out while I am still asking nicely!

Why do they never listen...

I mean I get the point...

but still...

I would've jut run away as well and definitely not come outside considering I just saw that. 

Still....

It is annoying.

Now I gotta find him.

Plus I don't even know which quirk he copied. 

Gosh...

I need to find him and end him before he has even the sligtest chance to use his quirk on me.

HAHAHHAHAHAHA

I can literlly hear the teachers complaining by now.

Am I allowed to do this much damage?

Probably not but I didn't go against the rules for now!

They have no reason to interfere!

Plus to top it off... this is their fault!

Carefully yet in a fast manner, I started looking around and tried my best to remember which door was open and which one was closed. It could have helped me but let's face it... I am not that guy to know which one was open and which one was closed or anything like that. 

Me: Monoma! Come out you bastard of hero!

How should I find him?

There is not really a way and there are a lot of doors....

SHIT!

What do I do...

What do I do...

I could ask Shinso for help but he is probably outside waiting for me or stalling time in case class 1A is about to raid this place as well...

FUCK!

Think Izuku think!

It can't be this hard to find a hero in training.

I started walking around and decided to open each and every door walking inside looking around and then out to the next one and then the halldown and wait. As a matter of fact, I knew he was on the same floor as me since the door to the staircase was heavy and I would have heard it no matter what. That could only mean he was here on this floor. In order to fake it, I did open and let the door fall shut while waiting around the corner for some footsteps.

After all I did need a damn way to get the rat out of its hole. This was by best bet and thankfully it worked after I could hear some light footsteps. It meant that said person was creeping around and trying to be as careful as possible too bad for them that this hunter would definitelly not lose their pray. 

Of course I took out my knives ready to throw and attack him but I decided to wait and scare the living shit out of him as he started coming closer. There was only one way in and out and that was definitely not the entracne area. He couldn't know if I went up or downstairs so my guess was that he was about to check that before deciding how to get away.

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