Dekuverse One shots and Drabbles

Death's Touch (BnhaxSCP)(P1)

(The original concepts of the SCP and the characters used in this are not owned by me, they all belong to their respective creators)

Note: In this fanfiction, Izuku is SCP-049 but aspects of SCP-049's concept is tweaked to fit the story.
There are not ships in this, at all.
OOC

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How long has he lived?

How long has he had this metallic voice?

How long has he wore these robes that clung to his body with a vice grip?

How long has this bird-like mask been on his face?

Has his face even felt the warm caress of sunlight since then?

How long has death followed his very being?

The centuries that have passed has blurred his concept of time. How many times he has asked a bystander about the time mattered no more, his internal clock only resumed its ignorance towards the concept and forgot it. Time has become meaningless for a nigh-immortal being such as him.

Yet, even time will never halt his search for finding the cure for that forsaken pestilence. No matter how many lives will be sacrificed, the end justifies the means.

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Izuku sat on the pitiful deflated sack they called a bed, in the solemn cell that held him captive, as unmoving as his surroundings. Sterile white walls surrounded his body that was clad with dark clothing, making both contrast each other. 'Those researchers... They must be observing me right now, never turning a blind eye to every twitch of a muscle in my body... Is this... What happens when you cure a peer of the pestilence?'

The researchers of the foundation had just come by and checked on him but, as quickly as they came by, eventually just left -but in quite more urgency than he had become used to-. This has become a routine for them, but the repetition soon became tiring for Izuku's psyche; the pattering of feet and the sounds of pens scratching paper has been burned into his brain.

Now, he graced his eyes onto his leather-bound journal, turning the pages the second he finishes with as much precision as his hands of a surgeon. He turned and turned, and turned until the pages once again become as desolate as they were before being written on.

Seeing this, he let out a sigh. The pages of his journal have been becoming more and more barren, not doing their original purpose, due to his lack of experimentation.

Thinking through the conundrum he was in, he laid his entire body down on the sad-excuse of a bed. Sleep didn't take him now, and never will, so he stared at the sterile ceiling, that had a painful white that attacked his eyes.

Hours passed, or he thought it did, and no disturbances came through the door in the form of a researcher, but the billowing sounds footsteps still rung through his ears like a dastardly piece of music.

A sudden halt in the cacophony of sounds have him the wishful thoughts of being able to sleep yet these thoughts proved to stay mere thoughts as abrupt sounds begun to echo throughout the halls; beginning with a shrill shriek which continued to spiral into larger scales of sounds. Gunshots fired and large objects fell onto the ground, with a foul thump accompanying it after.

Izuku chose to ignore the sounds, no matter how much it irked him, as he became acclimated with such sounds.

A knock on the solid iron door came.

"Oh doctor," An enthusiastic voice came from the door,"I'm here to collect you," it playfully said while extending the e of collect. "I'm coming in now!"

The last words the disembodied voice said alarmed him greatly which made him freeze in place, not being able to concoct a plan to stop the one behind the door.

"Do not open that door, Rody." Izuku warned.

It simply gave him a childish giggle.

Suddenly, the sound of concrete being crushed pierced the room, his eyesight blurred as he only saw a white fog as the aftermath.

"You don't have a choice here, Doc'."

A hand, with a viscous liquid enveloping it, held his arm in a vice grip, tugging him forcefully towards the voice.

As the smoke cleared, Izuku looked at the face of his assailant, finally seeing the all too familiar porcelain mask; yet now, the porcelain mask did not sport the mirthful face it always held but rather it was a disgruntled frown.

"Do not deny me now, Izuku, you'd rather rot in this heinous facility rather than coming with me? Now, that is truly cruel of you doctor."

If the mask's face had the ability to move as if it were a human face then Izuku would have been sure the mask's brows would have furrowed more.

"Do not even attempt to woo me with your woes into joining your little escapade, you are well aware that your attempts will only prove to be futile. A life in this facility would be more favorable than being with you."

After hearing his words, its face changed into the merry theatre mask he once knew yet now... It felt as if there was more ill will behind the high-spirited mask made it out to be.

Izuku gave Rody a face of disgust, knowing his intentions in taking him.

Thick ooze trickled down from under the mask's face, eyes and mouth as the mask began to chuckle lowly. The hand that held him still gripped his arm with an ironclad clutch, more of the viscous liquid began to form..

This vexed Izuku to painful degrees, small inklings began to form in his thoughts as to why the mask laughed in such a way. "What is so comedic about this...?" He warily asked.

The mask did not answer him, which entertained more thoughts in his mind.

The mask's free arm moved in speeds that made it out to be blurry to the naked eye. Izuku looked to where the arm was going to, and froze in horror as he saw that it was going towards his head.

Everything for Izuku then went black, his senses shutting off as it happened.

Rody caught the taller form of the doctor. He chuckled as he put his attention on the bird mask that the doctor never took off, even when they traveled. 'You never truly change.'

End of Death's touch (BnhaxSCP)(P1)

Word count for the story: 1,015 words

Rody is a canon character.

School's already burning my ass and we just began a week ago.

So updating anything in these fanfictions would be rarer than usual. I usually publish a chapter, at least, once a month but because of our projects it would be a bitch to updater right now.

Cuz' of the fact that I update once a month, at least, my writing kinda changes.