Everything just suddenly turned bloody red. Your hands were covered in crimson blood... the floor, and the walls covered in red splatter. A dead lifeless body lying on the ground.
You started to freak out and panic while just staring at your hands.
The crimson liquid slowly dripping off your scaly palms... making a soft 'plop' as it falls onto the ground, slightly spattering on the smooth surface.
Your eyes darted to the 'transparent wall' beside you. And you saw them... their stares, their wide open eyes and surprised looks. One of them had a wide grin, as if he was pleased by something.
You didn't know what the hell happened... but this bloody environment was scaring you by a lot.
The cogs in your head slowly turned, trying to at least get a glimpse of whatever memory you had..
They made you wear a collar...
You sobbed...
You got thrown into a room...
And... pain?...
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"Glad you came, Aizawa." Tsukauchi spoke with a small inviting smile.
The scruffy, black haired pro hero simply just nodded, as he walked into the detective's office. Taking a seat in front of the detective's desk.
"So, straight to the point... I just received a really... weird call. And I figured, maybe it might be helpful if you were to join our investigation."
Tsukauchi's expression turned serious, as he looked at the pro hero.
"How so?"
"Yesterday night, we got a call saying they got some sort of rotten smell while they passed by an unfrequented place. They followed the smell into an alleyway... and they saw tons of blood flowing out of a rubbish dumpster, which is really suspicious."
"So you're saying there happened to be some kind of murder?"
"Well, upon further inspection, what we saw was... quite disturbing." Tsukauchi's expression darkened slightly, as he looked over some papers on his desk.
"We found a bunch of corpses that appeared to be... children. And more to that, some of them happened to be crushed, some even missing limbs..." He continued, as he sighed at the papers he was looking at.
Aizawa's eyes widened slightly, he couldn't even imagine what could've happened to them. If this wasn't brutal enough, then he wouldn't know what else anymore.
"And... what are you planning to do now?" The pro hero asked in his usual stern voice.
"We're going to investigate the place at noon, so I'm guessing maybe you could find someone to replace you on your classes."
"Sure."
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It was real.
That body was real.
You knew it was real. You killed somebody.
It was obvious, since the other workers had slight scared expressions when they handled you after that incident.
But one didn't, he looked at you as if you were his finest accomplishment, his greatest experiment.
Every time he dragged you for tests, he'd always give you more than you'd like. He was preparing you for something, and you didn't like it, of course.
You didn't want to hurt anyone, you wanted it to stop. But you were convinced he knew you better, your quirk better. So you let him, let him control you, use you like some lab rat.
No, stop. Stop thinking. You wanted the thoughts to stop.
Those memories and flashbacks are driving you insane. You can't take it... you need to stop those thoughts from coming.
Stop.
Stop it.
As you stared at the ground, tears starting to form in your eyes... your right hand clawed at your left arm. Your sharp claws dug into your skin, clawing away as it bled, and bled...
You didn't notice. You were too busy stopping those thoughts.
You hated it. You hated this, and this place, and those weird faces they'd make at you.
You just wished you had the guts to speak up, and just say to those people...
To stop doing this.
But...
You were just a wimpy little kid after all, and that was the truth.
