Human (BNHA x Experiment Reader)

the Passing of Time

In an enclosed room hidden in the room of an abandoned warehouse, was a room with a young blond girl with colorful beaded pigtails hanging from her head. Below her colorful shoes were the bodies of dozens of people who lay in their own blood. The girl look indifferently at them as she brought a flask to her lips. The liquid seethed as it slid down her throat but she seemed to like the feeling of the burning drink.

"Is it done?" A voice came from the earpiece in the girl's ear, she raised her small hand to her ear to respond.

"Yes."

"Great. Destroy the leftovers and head back to headquarters, the Chairman is asking for you."

"Yes."

The girl stood up from her seat on a table and stepped onto the floor, causing her light-up shoes to momentarily sparkle. She shrugged her shoulders to take off the animal-designed backpack and took out a string of several small explosives. Setting them all throughout the base and getting a relatively safe distance from the building, she set the place ablaze.

All without batting an eye.

She turned back to the street and saw the same car that brought her here pull up. She sat in the back seat and closed the door behind her, ignoring the driver who glanced at her before blocking the window that connected the backseat and the front.

In the backseat, there were no windows, and with the front blocked, it was as if she was sitting in a black box with no idea in where she was going.

In that dark seat, the girl stripped off her clothes and tore open the large pocket in her backpack, and pulled out clothes that could fit an adult.

In that dark seat, the girl grew larger. Her arms widened and her chest broadened.

In that dark seat, the little girl turned into an adult, with firm muscles and clear skin. A body clear of any imperfections and an embodiment of strength.

This adult was you.

You changed your appearance from the young foreign girl, only becoming the familiar adult version of yourself that you've become so accustomed to. You reach for your clothes in the dark, your keen senses picking up exactly where everything in the backseat was, and slip on the clothes that were prepared for you in advance. The dark, sleeveless button-up that compressed your chest and the matching pants and black sneakers.

You waited for the car to stop and the driver to open the door for you to walk out. The driver held out a familiar mask for you to take, a sleek and simple mask in the style of a black tiger. With glossy black stripes against a matte black that looked grey in the light and dark mesh in the place of the eyes. You slid the mask onto your face and followed the driver into the building.

Several guards stopped you before you entered the door to the Chairman's office, and you extend your arms in front of you. They slap bulky cuffs that extended up your arms and squeezed your skin. Your movements are withheld and any change in the size of your arms would set off an alarm.

The guard pressed a button on the intercom next to the door, "Sir, Number Two is here to see you."

A voice answered back, "Alright, you can open the door."

The guard looked you over, and then opened the door to let you in. Inside the room was the Chairman you knew and a young woman with purple and pink hair. She looked at you with wide eyes as she looked over your figure.

"Two, glad to see that you could come here. I've been told that your last mission was a success?" The man greeted you with a smile and gestured for you to come closer.