Y/n had fortunately received a few days of solitude, days without the torment of needles or being compelled to harm others. Yet, the young boy remained fearful; the scientists' cruelty knew no bounds, and they could subject him to another experiment at any moment. Y/n yearned for freedom, having not seen the outside world since infancy, he couldn't even recall the appearance of the sky.
Maybe one day he would be freed, one day where he can forge a life...
Abruptly, the door to Y/n's cell swung open with a mechanical clank. The young boy's eyes snapped open, fear coiling around his body like a serpent. He began to tremble, tears cascading from his eyes in torrents. As he slowly turned, he was confronted by a dozen guards and several high-ranking scientists. It didn't take long for Y/n to understand the gravity of the situation.
They were going to experiment on him...yet again...
Three guards encircled Y/n, their rifles aimed at him, while one guard lifted the young boy to his feet. Y/n averted his eyes as a scientist approached and peered down at him, regarding him as if he were nothing more than an insect beneath her shoe.
Kana: Hello again Y/n.
The youth remained silent; Kana was his living nightmare. Each time she assisted in an experiment or test, Y/n's suffering intensified. Kana would demand additional samples, push Y/n to achieve the unachievable, and then berate him for his failures. She was a cruel woman who took pleasure in others' pain, with Y/n invariably in her crosshairs.
Kana: You have tests today, so please no resisting, we have no tie for your childish games.
At that moment, a guard seized Y/n by the arm and secured him with mechanical cuffs. These cuffs, engineered by a senior scientist, were meant to neutralize Y/n's offensive quirk. Although they could theoretically be shattered with sufficient force, Y/n chose not to escalate the situation further. He had tests to attend to and was not inclined to complicate his already demanding schedule.
Kana: See? isn't it better when you listen to us?
Y/n could only gaze downward in shame; despite his immense strength, he was powerless against the facility. A few tears escaped his eyes as he was led out of his cell, his hands restrained and his body aching.
Walking through the cold facility, Y/n felt his anxiety and fear rising without stopping, he was afraid that the scientists would take what little hope he had left, he was afraid that the scientists will decide his not needed anymore, the fear that knowing that his death could happen at any time was heart shattering.
Y/n however kept walking forwards, being slightly pushed by the guard behind him...
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Y/n was seated on the sole available chair in the testing room, with an aging scientist standing over him, wielding a large syringe. The scientist's expression was far from pleased; he appeared quite angry. Y/n surmised that the scientist's anger was directed at him, which was to be expected; he couldn't seem to do anything right..
Hanzo: You'll feel a slight pinch, try to stay still.
Y/n complied, raising an arm and bracing for the sharp pinch of the needle. However, upon making eye contact with the scientist, he was taken aback to find the older man attempting to be gentle with him.
He slowly sank the needle into Y/n arm and started to suck out some of the blood, Y/n was surprised for a moment, no one in the facility was kind to him, everyone treated him like he was less than nothing, yet this man, he actually seemed to care, Y/n let a few tears spill from his eyes as he hadn't expected such kindness...it was nice to say the least...
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probability and calamity: Mha x male child reader
FanfictionA child kept in captivity for his entire life, born with two quirks that could destroy anything put in front of him, nothing mattered, the scientists are against the clock, trying to research on how such quirks came into existence... No pictures, ar...