𝒜𝓇𝒶𝒸𝒽𝓃𝑜𝒾𝒹 || 𝒦.𝐵. 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝔱𝔴𝔬

That night haunted you forever. You didn't know what happened. But once you left that sandbox looking for something so little as a leaf, you regretted leaving for the rest of your life. What if you stayed close to him and kept building little sand sculptures. What if you guys had stayed on the swings and continued to push one another. What if you guys had walked back home safely and opened Koji's birthday presents. What if. But that's not what happened. No, he died. Thats what is crazy about the butterfly effect. You can think of all the possible outcomes of a situation, yet it would still remain the same forever.

You just stood there, wide eyed as you stared at the decapitated head being held by the pocket knife handle. You felt a cold shiver run down your back. You were at loss for words, but you knew you had to do something. Just then you let out a scream. A deranged guttural scream. One that could be heard from 3 streets down. Unfortunately your parents didn't hear, but someone else did.

Your eyes still glued to the head, you dropped it losing half of your consciousness and also half of your dinner. Throwing up next to it, you kept looking at it, making your stomach weaker and weaker with every glance. As you continued staring at it, hands covered in blood, and a puddle of vomit infront of you. The head kept bleeding out, not stopping for a single second. You felt a big, yet gentle hand on you shoulder from behind, you turned around in horror pulling your attention away from the head, scared it might be the person that did this to your brother.

But instead you saw a tall man, one with black shaggy hair and bloodshot, tired eyes. His outfit looked quite strange, all black clothing with a gray scarf covering his lower face. You stared into his eyes, tears still blurring your vision as they ran down your cheeks never giving you a minute to breathe.

The man's gaze broke from yours and shot to the head behind you. His eyes went wide as he pulled out a small device, a phone probably. You couldn't tell, but he started saying indistinct words that you couldn't quite put together. Probably from the panic running through your veins.

"What's your name?" he had asked you with both hands gently placed on your shoulders not letting you turn around to see the sight of the indescribable head.

At that moment, you forgot. You forgot your own name. Trying to remember your name, moments from the past couple minutes came rushing through your train if thoughts.

"Y/n." The name had finally made its way out of your lips.

"Okay y/n, I'm a hero, my name is Eraserhead. Can you tell me what happened?" he asked with empathy

You just stared at him with wide eyes. It felt like you were talking but really you were just mouthing words not letting any sound come out.

You were 4 years old. You were supposed to be learning how to spell words out, not how to give a murder report.

"I left him." Three words finally had sound. A soft sound, a sound of a shaky voice coming from a fragile little girl.

"Okay, just keep talking to me okay? Can you tell me your favorite color?" Aizawa asked you as he kept making attempts to distract you.

"f/c." you muttered shakily.

The man dressed in black nodded. "I like f/c too, do you know your parents' names?"

Red and blue flashing lights caught your eye from a distant. Sirens blaring in your right ear and out the left. It was too much to take in, especially for someone this young.

"uh, D/n" only mentioning your father. "I don't know mommy's name."

It couldn't come to mind. But you sure remembered one name in particular. Koji L/n.