MHA Rando Oneshots

Oneshot Experiment Villain OC

The stares were penetrating my form. I knew why they were staring, yet it did not help the pain or strain that was occurring on my body. The weight of the chains and bands on my body was almost unbearable. But I endured as I was shown off like a prize to be won. My eyes were stuck to the ground, I knew that I did not deserve to meet anyone's gaze. The polished flooring of the stage I am being displayed on creaked under the weight of me and my chains. The sun was beating down on my bare chest, creating a sheen of sweat on my skin. The material of the pants I was wearing was in tatters, basically rags covering the bottom half of my form. I could hear the fearful whispers of my prowess and the scars that littered my pale skin. My back was covered in whip markings while the rest of my body was covered in slashes, burns, and circular scars that resembled bullet wounds. Despite what they thought, they were bullet marks on my skin. Scars left on my body from my training and the missions they put me through.

I could hear the voice next to me attempting to hype up the crowd despite the fear the citizens felt. I was not surprised, my master had crashed the Sports Festival. Standing next to me, just barely shorter than me, with hands covering different parts of his body. His unkempt pale blue hair and a hand on his face kept his identity hidden. He was more than proud to announce the heroes' and citizens' deaths. Despite how hurried this plan was, I still was not informed why only he and I stood on this stage. Why I was there in the first place remained a mystery to me. But I was sure it would not stay unknown for long.

Master's voice was sinister, I could feel how amused he was just by the tone of his voice. The fear he was putting into the audience was giving him immense satisfaction. He was in the middle of his speech, speaking of how corrupt society is. From the dynamics of heroes to the tragedies of today's age. He was tired of it all. I was tired.

Before he could continue on his drawl of how much blood would be spilled today, a boom and cloud of dust occurred about 8 yards away from the small stage. As the dust cleared, I heard a voice I had hoped to never hear.

"I am Here! To keep these young heroes and people safe! There will be no deaths today." His voice was filled with anger and determination, I expected nothing less from the number one hero.

All Might stood strong with his hands on his hips from what I could tell through the shadows of my hair. No matter how many times I begged, master refused to cut my hair. It was long and matted, covering my face mostly while somehow also reaching the middle of my back. It had turned white due to all I have been through but it was hard to tell the color due to the amount of dirt and grime layered on.

The stadium relaxed a bit, feeling safer with the number one hero finally there to put an end to the villains. This did not last long. The fear quickly returned as Master began to chuckle which quickly turned into a full laugh where he was grasping onto his stomach with one hand.

Master did not laugh for very long, but no matter how long he did this, it still sent chills down my spine. After a silence began to fill the area when his laughter died down, Master decided to inform me why I was there.

"I fully expected you to be Ass Might. That is why I brought out my most prized possession. You will not be surviving this level number 1."

"I do not see the threat Shigaraki. I see a man in chains. I do not fear your plans you petty villain."

Master chuckled again, "I expected you to underestimate subject 0, I am not surprised. But no matter what you think..." Master's hand lands on the back of my neck. Knowing better, I held back a flinch as four of his fingers grasped tightly onto me. "My slave will destroy you."

There was a silence that created such tension that it could be cut cleanly in half. I could feel Master's excitement in his trembling hands. Pressure built onto my neck until I started to move forward. I took small strides until I was at the edge of the stage, but the pressure never left my neck. I accepted the order and jumped down off the wood. My eyes were finally beginning to take in the stadium as they rose from ground level. There, just barely out of reach, stood All Might. What scared me though was the large amount of students behind the number one hero. They were all in the same uniform of blue and white, but the one thing they had in common was their looks of fear and determination. These students were not going to stand by while their idol gets killed. I could tell the rattling and appearance of my chains were scaring the kids and yet I could see the fight in their eyes.