Shindeku Oneshots/Drabbles

Nightmares Coating These Walls

TW: Blood (Fake), Psychological Horror(?),
"Izuku, this isn't funny!" Hitoshi yelled out as he went through the haunted house with a flashlight they supplied him with.

Every year, U.A. hosted a haunted house that always took volunteers.

Izuku thought it was a good idea to participate in it, claiming that this "will be the scariest shit on the block" but Hitoshi didn't believe him.

Now he's kind of believing that...

Screams rang out from every corner of the hallways, ranging from shrieking, to agonizing, and blood curling.

Running through these wide horror-filled hallways, it kept getting narrower and narrower at every turn.

Ghosts snaking onto said walls, giggling and cackling.

Snickering, mocking even.

His brain feels fuzzy, it's like he is under his own quirk.

Is that how people feel?

Fuzziness clouded his mind and almost took over.

It's like his own quirk went haywire on itself.
But then, it stops.

Stops?

Why?

Stopping in his tracks, he looks around.

They're not there?
The ghosts are gone?

These wide (narrow?) walls still had their overgrown vines, but they grew stronger and stronger for every turn he'd make.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK NO NO N—"
"MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!" A voice rang out.

A drop falls onto the ground.

Water?

Feeling another drop fall on his nose, he reluctantly looked up from his spot to see a black-haired girl strapped to the ceiling, blood dripping down their mouth.

Pupils blew out, on the verge of exhaustion and death.

"Please...leave..." the person said before their eyes slipped closed.

WHAT THE FUCK???

This was funny at first, but now it's not.

Looking back down he sees glowing green eyes ahead of him, tracking every move he makes.

Their eyes blinked at every interaction, smiling a Cheshire grin when he freaked out over the girl strapped to the ceiling.

The smile stretched further when Hitoshi saw bodies lined up on the wall, blood smeared across the walls as the bodies were hanging in different ways.

Bloody handprints coated those destroyed cream walls, as names were in a jagged writing in an unidentified language.

These bodies all lifted their heads simultaneously, screeching.

"Leave," one said, mouth hanging.

"Disappear," another said, eyes widening.

"Never come back," they all said in unison.

Panicking with a heavy breath, he steps back.
1
2
3...wait

Colliding with something, he immediately turns around and steps back again.

1
2...fuck.

Again?
Okay,

1...

Hitoshi felt his body do a harsh shiver as he felt something or someone, breathing down his pale neck.

Eyes averting, he looks down to see a butcher's knife up to his neck.

The voice, such a sweet yet creepy one, whispered directly into his ear.

"Hito...my sweet, sweet, love!"

Hitoshi attempted to turn his head to look for the voice as soon as the knife from his neck was removed before he was immediately faced with viridescent green eyes and pushed into the wall behind him.

The person cradled his cheek, before giggling and smiling that same Cheshire grin.

He was met with darkness.

Outtakes:
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Izuku: Oh, did I scare him that bad?
Izuku: It couldnt be that bad, right?
Momo (who was strapped to the ceiling): You kind of scared me.
Tokage (who was the mouth hanging one): Yeah.
Monoma (who had eyes widening): Hell I feared for my life the way you laughed.
Izuku:
Izuku: Oh.
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After:
Izuku: Did you have fun?
Hitoshi:
Hitoshi: I had a heart attack, that's what I had.
A/N: Request More <33