Izuku the Radio Demon MHAXHAZBINHOTEL

Chapter 7: Wake up to reality

He was scared. The only thing he could think now was that he was overwhelmingly scared. He heard them. They were coming for him again, just like the first time they did. They were going to tear down his skin, rip out his muscles, break his bones. The only thing he could do was feel the pain of being literally eaten alive. Maybe not eaten, but it felt like it. He was sure of it. Oh, and he was screaming. He was so scared. He didn't want to return, not yet, not now, and not ever. He just got out of there.

The last thing he heard was a gunshot, just like the last time he died. The overwhelming storm of memories flooded his mind, but they weren't his own. They were from his past life, his previous reincarnation. He remembered every deed he had done and what his punishment was for that. It was an endless pit of suffering that seemed to get worse every time he thought it couldn't be any more. He could hear them, those dogs. They were here again. He didn't know when, but he was hysterically crying and curling up on himself as much as possible. Somebody was shouting at him, but he couldn't listen. All sound was replaced by a jelly-like substance. He felt himself isolated from the outside world and only heard it after he had thought of it.

It was confusing. It was so horrible. He remembers everything now - how horrible things he did, good things he did. He remembered Husker, previous Niffty, Rosie, Charlie, everyone. How he wanted to tell them everything, but he couldn't. He hid behind a mask of an asshole, just so everybody couldn't see how much pain he is in.

But why he was in such a pain? He didn't know, its all fuzzy...

And now he is doing the same thing again, making the same mistakes in a different life. He is a different person now, but he is still doing exactly the same. Is he cursed to always fail? Is he cursed to be a horrible person? He never wanted this, not even once. But this time, it is even worse. This gas station owner didn't harm him; he didn't do anything wrong. He wasn't even an asshole. Yet, he killed him for fun, simply because he wanted to. He felt his eyes close in shame, and tears streamed down his face, making his eyes sticky.

Then he felt being touched. He hated being touched, he did what he could only do past those 7 years when somebody was touching him.

He shreiked.

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Niffty didn't know what to do anymore. She woke up from her musings, hearing Alastor screaming. It wasn't angry screaming or just for the sake of it; he was scared. Something genuinely terrified him. She didn't think about what she was doing; she just moved. Her legs moved on their own, reloading the gun mid-run as she prepared for whatever was happening. She ran towards the forest nearby this cursed mansion.

She knew it was too good to be true. This couldn't be this easy. She forgot in the middle of this chaos that she lost her silencer. Well, she doesn't need it now since the plan went to shit. As she was running through the forest, she was getting closer to the heart-wrenching screams Alastor was letting out and the barking of the dogs all around. This wasn't good. She was running so fast that the world started blurring around her.

She finally arrived at the clearing and saw Alastor on the ground, crying with the most terrified expression she had ever seen on him. What was worse, he was still smiling despite it all. One of the dogs latched onto his shoe and tried to drag him away, while the others barked all around him. Niffty saw red. Nobody was going to touch her friend if he didn't like it. She knew how much Alastor hated being touched, and that only added to her righteous fury, raging like a hellfire.

The first thing she did was shoot the dog, dragging Alastor in the hip, making it wail pitifully. However, nothing beat the intensity of the gut-wrenching screams Alastor was currently letting out. His eyes were frantically looking all around, searching for things that only they could see.