[Temporary Hiatus]Echoes Of Rebellion: Reign Of Puppetmaster

The Choice and temptation of revenge

Izuku woke up, the sunlight streaming through the window, casting a warm glow on the room he had come to think of as his own. For the first time in what felt like forever, he woke without the usual fear gnawing at his stomach. The soft sheets around him, the quiet of the room, and the gentle hum of the building outside all felt so... different. His new life was strange, but it was also oddly peaceful.

But as his eyes adjusted to the morning light, something felt... off. Nezu was nowhere to be seen. The small desk, cluttered with papers or a book from Nezu's last visit, was strangely neat. There was no sign of the small, excited creature who had brought him here the night before.

Izuku sat up, his eyes scanning the room. Everything appeared normal, and yet, the absence of Nezu made him uneasy. Had something happened? Where did Nezu go?

His gaze eventually landed on the small microphone on the desk, placed carefully next to a note. Izuku's brows furrowed. He hadn't noticed it before, and the odd placement made it seem important. Curiosity tugged at him, and he reached over, picking up the note.

The handwriting was neat, though slightly hurried. He read aloud:

"When you want something, press the button and name what you want, and it will come. If you want help, press the black button."

Izuku blinked, his mind racing. What did this mean? A button to press? What kind of strange, confusing system was this? But there was no time to waste, and his instinct told him to press the button. His mind was full of questions, and the idea of having control over what he needed-control he hadn't had in so long-was both exciting and unsettling.

He looked around the room for the button. It wasn't long before his eyes found it. On the side of the desk, next to the microphone, was a small, sleek button. It was clear, almost transparent, with a faint glowing outline.

Izuku hesitated, then gently placed his finger on the button.

"What do I want?" he muttered, thinking. His stomach growled a little, and for a split second, he thought about food. But no. There was something more pressing than just hunger. His mind immediately thought of what he truly needed.

"I want... answers," he said quietly. "I want to know why I'm here. I want to know what Nezu's plan is. I want to know what's next for me."

The moment the words left his mouth, a soft whirring sound filled the air. The room seemed to shift ever so slightly, and before Izuku's eyes, a small tablet appeared on the desk, its screen lighting up with a series of instructions and questions. They were accompanied by a list of possible options-answers, information, plans for his future. The options were neatly laid out, as though Nezu had prepared them specifically for Izuku.

Izuku took a step back, overwhelmed. He reached out and picked up the tablet, reading through the details. It was an outline of Nezu's vision-what he intended to do with Izuku, what the next steps were. It spoke of plans for expansion, goals for making Izuku the cornerstone of something larger-something powerful. There were details about the quirk experimentation, the alliances they were forming, and even vague mentions of other children involved in the project.

But no answers about why.

The more he read, the more unsettled Izuku became. This was all so... calculated. What was Nezu's true goal? Was Izuku just another pawn in some larger game?

As the doubt crept into his mind, his gaze fell upon the second button-the black one. It looked much different, more ominous. What could it do? Could it give him answers too? Or was it a trap, a way to bring him deeper into something he wasn't prepared for?