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丨-Chapter Two ▬ Life in the Outskirts-丨

—ꜱᴇɢᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏꜰ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴀᴄᴇ—

  ʚ▬▬ι═ ═══ﺤ Musutafu City, Underground Subway ─ 6:32  AM │

                               ┆--Y/N POV--┆

A laugh track and a spotlight were all that was needed, as you landed on your legs with a gravel crunchy thud, striking a pose as the thrill of the heist still coursed through your veins. "I'm hoooooome!" You exclaimed to nobody, truthful as it was depressing, but you paid no mind to the fact.

The world went a little tipsy topsy as gravity took hold of your form, with some swaying you eventually got your bearings. Using your quirk almost constantly has adapted your body to a weightless setting, thus making a solid form nauseating for the first few moments.

"𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒌𝒆, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍."

"I'm doing that..." You said uneasily before shaking your head with some held-in gags, the split vision and blurry edges finally easing away slightly, "A-Alright I'm... I'm good, good god how I hate gravity..."

With a *Click!* your flashlight in hand flooded the large tunnel in its light, brought out to your convenience before sinking through layers of dirt and stone previously.

For the past three years of your eleven year long self-exile, you'd called the dark ruins of an old train tunnel buried below the earth's crust... Home. It was an outcast oasis, long undisturbed silences, unusual amounts of rat kings, and working power, which was essential in itself.

Gravel crunched and cracked as you trailed deeper into the pitch-black subway, a pep in your step, hoping over old rusted train tracks with a joyous hum that couldn't be bothered.

You popped your knuckles and approached the old rusty generator embedded in the curved wall, with a rickety creak, click, and rev, the generator hummed to life with some shaky vibrations from its old reliable core.

*Zzzzzzzzzzzzt!* *Zzzzzzzzzzzzt!* The wires hummed in rising action as the electricity showered the dingy train tunnel in its light.
Some nearby rats hissed and scurried away as the lights flickered on from above. You ventured forward toward a well-kept train cart lying still on its rusted bent tracks.

Faulty lightbulbs flickered and buzzed with sparks, casting light yellow rays upon the forgotten tunnel.

The door shrieked as you pulled it open with a minor struggle, your legs sliding along the gravel as it slowly opened

"𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏, 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕! 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒑𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆... 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚."

"I'll swipe some when I'm at the market!" You hissed before the rusted door flew open, your legs whipped back as you haphazardly regained balance after a gasp and a stumble.