A Machine's Purgatory

VISIONS OF VICERA: THE TWO V'S

Caution warning for the mutilation of a body, and traumatic cybernetic enhancement of said body.

Inferno was the weirdest of this ragtag group, and that's the most Dabi knew about them. Dabi was sitting at the League's bar, ruminating over what he knew about Inferno. They had appeared out of nowhere, like almost every other new member of the League. However, they were the only one to interest Shigaraki's master enough to meet him, and immediately after they brought what looked like a high-tech, red camera to charge. Even better, that camera apparently ran on blood. Dabi would've asked a lot more questions than he did, but Toga immediately volunteered to get the blood before it was brought up that someone would need to get it, so Dabi rolled with it. Less crazies to interrupt him and his important business: his third drink.

The charging base let out a small beep, prompting Dabi and Kurogiri to look over at it. The base was a bulky cylinder, probably twice as wide as it was tall, and had around 20 lights jutting out of it around the slot where the camera was plugged in. There were two blood bags attached to the base, one of which was starting to drain. Once the blood bag was fully drained, a single light lit up, with the second starting to blink. At the sound, Inferno and their weird, rotating head had perked up and excitedly hurried over to the base.

"Yes, yes! It's getting power!"

That was all Dabi could make out before they started rambling like a mad man, the only parts Dabi was able to pick out were mentions of fresh blood, a curse for the time it would take, and that it was a miracle the camera survived. Dabi took another sip of his drink, finishing it, and then set it down to interrupt Inferno.

"That's great to hear, but you mentioned something about it taking a while to charge? You promised whatever you're doing with that shit would be done before the week ends."

"Oh, I did, I did, and it will be done before week's end, I simply wished that it would take faster to charge. You'll have your toy by the end of the week, I promise. And I never let down those I promise. Isn't that right?"

Inferno was looking at a wall at that last part, prompting Dabi to leave with a shudder. He was right, Inferno was a freak.

It stood in a dark and cold room, the echoes of past conversation with other sapient beings filling the silence. It was currently standing on a dot, an innocent thing colored bright red which filled the creature with fear. The creature had tried running before, to escape the dot and noises, but they only grew more prominent, louder as it tried to flee. More dots had appeared in the ground, creating a messy pattern of various sizes, some dots even joined together in an unnatural alliance. The voices had grown colder, more critical as they started criticizing the creature's construction, from how weak its flesh was to the unnatural way it was able to contort its limbs. The dots grew bigger and bolder, joining together and covering the floor a dark red, leaving the creature to look up in fear of seeing the color for even a moment. In its fear it couldn't place why it was afraid of such a harmless thing, was it the color, the size? Had it been the abundance of them and the way they rose from the ground? A quick, unprompted search revealed the condition Trypophobia, which is the fear of

The voices grew louder, turning hateful as they started yelling insults at the creature. While some were more constructed, subject appears to be physically unattractive, others were straight juvenile stupid thing couldn't fight for shit! The voices kept growing, louder and louder as it started to feel pain under its skin. As if done by an invisible force, its skin peeled off, floating in the air and defying gravity as the creature was left with its muscles out in the open, shivering and in pain. The voices started laughing as it again happened with the muscles this time, one by one pulled by the tendon and forcibly ripped off the bones. The creature was left there as floating organs and a skeleton, until the skeleton had been grinded down, top to bottom, into nothing but a fine powder.

The skin, muscle, and powdered bones floated around the set of organs, shifting between visible and not as the creature stood still, basked in pain. There was a surge of pain as howling winds blew from the voice's screams, basking the creature in painful cold with nothing to protect it. Then just as quickly as they had been stripped away, the bones, now metallically shining in the light of the red sun, flooded back into place. The muscles followed soon after, tendons turning to hydraulic joints and other muscles turning to circuits, sprawled out haphazardly across the body when they should have been placed delicately. The creature let out a scream as some circuit boards started pressing against, then into its lungs, splitting them in two as one was haphazardly discarded and replaced with electronics to overclock the single lung left. The creature's vocal cords had been replaced with a voice box that let out an ugly robotic screaming, and the entire digestive tract had been pulled from the bottom out through the thing's mouth. In its place was a small, durable battery that relied on blood, which shot out various tubes that connected to the thing's veins, parasitically taking blood as if it was a second heart.

The thing's eyes, a beautiful shade of green, were forcibly removed, replaced with two wires that reached into the eye sockets and stabbed the optic nerve directly, attaching to a single, large lense. Finally, the skin, which had turned to an unidentifiable metal, glided down to the thing, coating its circuits in a lightweight metal. The thing's head was the only thing that hadn't been covered, the brain still exposed as the last pieces of what used to be muscle invaded. There was no pain, instead the thing was left with sickening squelching noises it heard through its now speaker-like ears as circuitry invaded its brain. When finished, the rest of the head was formed, followed by the last of the skin layering itself to the creature in the form of blue paint, top to bottom. A laser from an unidentifiable spot in the sky engraved the only two digits that the thing could call a name: V1

As if sensing the blasphemous creation, the dark red it had been standing on turned into a massive sea of blood, a hand reaching out to forcibly grip the thing by its left forearm. As the blood dripped off the arm, the thing could recognize what the arm was made up of: many different hands coming together, each of which a white marble color and texture. Another arm, composed of stone, gripped the thing's right thigh, starting to drag it into the blood ocean. A third arm reached up, different in its grip as it gently turned the thing's gaze towards the sky. The stars sprawled out in various constellations, the shape of skulls and unidentifiable, four legged animals covered the sky. In the center was the moon, a bright white sphere which started coming closer to the thing. It closed its eye, waiting for the collision as its view filled with white, and V1 woke up to find itself lying on the floor, in the middle of a hallway.

It stepped up and off the floor, focusing its view on the classroom in front of it: Class 1-F. Since it wasn't far from the teacher's lounge, V1 made its way there, reviewing security footage as it went. It didn't remember shutting itself off or going to sleep mode (it hadn't been doing much of either since it entered Hell), but it had been feeling... sluggish recently 80% match. Sitting on the couch of the teacher's lounge, V1 checked the time, which turned out to be 4:15, too early to make coffee for everyone else.

Since the last time I've posted I've made it to the true final boss of Silksong, and have decided I'm not fucking with her based on people complaining about jank hitboxes. I've also been infected with the idea of a Silksong x MHA fic, which has the same start point of this fic (protagonist is thrown into a portal and transported to Japan), but Hornet builds a community in a red light district. I'll flesh it out if the writing works don't leave my brain.