Misuse of Power (Yandere My Hero Academia x F!Reader Oneshots)

Trick Part 2 (Mr. Compress)

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Title: Trick

Pairings: Mr. Compress x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, Mr. Compress lowkey hot tho

Summary: When a strange magician comes to the little carnival you've been working at for years, you're intrigued by what he's able to do. Unfortunately for you, he has more tricks up his sleeve- ones that you might not be very happy with.

Note: Depending on how you want to view this, this is a slight AU where not many people have quirks OR you live in a country where most people don't have quirks and Mr. Compress is traveling from Japan.

trick

/noun/

a cunning or skillful act or scheme intended to deceive or outwit someone.

It's disturbing how quickly you fell into your role.

Maybe it's because you so desperately wanted out of your prison. A prison in which you could not move or speak, and even closing your eyes would not block out all that blue.

When Mr. Compress released you at last, you were nowhere near your carnival. Your home.

You were alone in a field, with an unfamiliar carnival about a half mile away, its blue-and-white striped tents and ferris wheel vastly different from the place you were used to.

Mr. Compress held you close, running a hand up and down your back in what he probably thought was a soothing way.

"I want to go home," you'd said.

"I know," he'd said, his voice soft and sympathetic.

"Why? Why are you doing this? I want to go home!"

He had sighed, wearily looking down at you, "I know, my dear, I know. But I cannot stay in one place for long and I could not bear to leave you."

"Why?" you whispered, heart twisting uncomfortably in your chest. It wasn't fair, the way his affection for you still made you a little happy, putting butterflies in your stomach.

"I know you wish I could have just stayed, but it is not in my nature," Mr. Compress explained.

You wished he could have stayed too. Then, you'd be happy at your homely carnival with the man you had a huge crush on, able to have the best of both worlds.

That way, you wouldn't have been kidnapped and ripped away from your home and friends, left in a domed prison to suffer alone.

How could someone who cared for you so much do something like that to you?

You had followed him obediently to this new carnival, where the two of you signed on to work there. You performed as a contortionist to crowds full of foreigners, unsure of where in the world you even had ended up. Mr. Compress went on to show his magic tricks, ones that no longer brought you joy and intrigue.

Then, after what felt like forever, Mr. Compress announced that the two of you were moving on. There were aww's from the carnival workers, but Mr. Compress could not be swayed, much like what had happened at your old home.

The first moment the two of you were alone, Mr. Compress removed his glove and deja vu hit you like a train. You tried to cry out for help, but you were too late.

In a country you didn't know with a man who still gave you mixed feelings, you didn't stand a chance, did you?

It became a routine- get compressed, arrive at a new carnival, work there for a while, rinse and repeat.

You could tell Mr. Compress was pleased to live this life- the one he was used to with the bonus of having you by his side. But this life was not for you. You hated it- you hated meeting new people, staying in unfamiliar places, and being alongside him.

Begging to go home was useless- he'd never listen. Running away was pointless- he'd find you and compress you without a second thought.

Months turned into years as the never-ending cycle continued. There was a resigned acceptance, yes, but even more than that was the depression.

Mr. Compress treated you with such tenderness, but the love you'd felt for him had long since faded by now. You could tell he felt guilty every time he looked at you, but he pushed on with his obsession anyways.

Each new carnival blurred together. They were all unique and filled with different people with diverse personalities, but they were all the same in the end. A prison outside of the compressed one.

What you wouldn't give to go back to your old carnival or at least say goodbye to the friends who had become your family.

The only constant in your life was Mr. Compress. Although he had once been a source of affection and torment, you were losing that affection with every day that passed until you were left with a numb, bitter heart.

But as you looked among the latest crowd, your heart came to a sudden stop. In the large group of spectators was one familiar face- one you hadn't seen in years.

Ryo.

Your old friend from your old troupe. You could tell he recognized you by his wide-eyed, shocked expression.

You didn't have the chance to approach him. As soon as your act ended, Mr. Compress was at your side.

You looked up at his mask and instantly burst into tears. You knew the man well enough to feel the surprise and guilt radiating from him.

"I can't do this anymore!" You sobbed, "There's someone from my old troupe here- please, just let me go home! I hate this life!"

Mr. Compress was still for a moment before he enveloped you in a soft hug.

"Let me perform one last trick with you, please," He murmured into your hair.

"You're just going to compress me again, aren't you?"

"No, not this time. Just one trick and you'll be free from me."

You were ready to agree with anything at this point, "Okay, fine."

The two of you walked back to Mr. Compress's stage. Your heart pounded- was this really it? One last trick and you could go home with Ryo. It felt too good to be true.

"Ladies and gentleman, it's time for the grand finale! A disappearing act that will astound you!"

He rolled out a large black box and motioned for you to step inside. Hesitantly you did so, hope and worry swirling in your chest until you felt like you might just throw up. Mr. Compress began to close the door but, before he did so, he said one last thing to you.

"I love you, (Y/n). You'll be free from me, just like I promised. Please, remember me." You knew these words were for only you to hear, the crowd abuzz with bets on whether the trick would work or not.

The door closed, leaving you in darkness. You closed your eyes for only a moment, opening them wide open when you felt a sudden cold hitting your cheeks.

The land around you is devoid of any signs of human life. As far as the eye can see is white.

Wherever you were, it was suddenly covered in snow. It was still summer, so how were you in a winter wonderland?

You covered your arms and shivered- you were wearing a red, sparkling dress, one that was meant for performing and not braving freezing weather.

With a thrill of fear that sent an even more violent shiver down your spine, it hit you all at once.

Mr. Compress said you'd be free of him.

Not that you could go home.