Just stories I came up with

MHAxFNAF (ft. A/N)

Bear with me, I haven't decided if I should keep Nezu

"And now our next song by Jack and the Phantoms! Hope you enjoy, listeners!" Hizashi's phone went off. Jackelle was calling. Wonderful, what had Minori done this time? Hizashi held up his phone to his co-host and left. "Yep?"

Jackelle answered with a sob, and Hizashi's heart leapt to his throat.

Minori opening his eyes was a slow event. He gasped when he saw the other child.

A kid stood in front of him, younger by at least a few years. The kid's tear stains went down his pale face, a few tears leaking occasionally. Wearing a black shirt striped with white and floating above the ground, his eyes seemed dull, but the blood. His forehead had weird tooth marks, and the blood dripped onto his shirt, but didn't spread farther than it already had.

"So, my father got you too?" The kid questioned, messing with his nails.

"Wha-what?" Minori said, his head pounding.

Who was this kid? How did he get here? Where was Jackelle?

The kid rolled his eyes, "Get up. Let's go. If you open your mouth any longer, the fish might mistake you for kindred."

"I don't- I don't know what you're talking about," Minori said, his chest felt wet, and breathing was difficult. Minori turned his head to the ground.

"Your mouth. Keep it open any longer, you'll become a living flytrap." The kid pointed at his own condescendingly, snapping Minori's attention back.

Condescending to Minori, that is.

Minori shut his mouth with a click. Minori's chest was cold and wet, and his leg faltered when he thought about it too much. The kid in front of him always tsked derisively or called his attention when he tried to look down.

"Spanish, hang around long enough and you pick some things up, like Japanese, for example." The kid answered breezily. His feet never touched the floor.

Minori didn't mention his quirk usage.

"Hang around where?" Minori asked.

"Uh-, uhm." The kid looked around, panicking. "We should- uh circle back to that!" The kid clapped his hand with a painfully obvious avoidance. The kid opened the door leading Minori up a ladder to the roof.

He flopped down in the middle of the roof, and Minori wrinkled his nose, pointedly crouching.

The boy rolled his eyes.

"Americans," Minori muttered, copying his father.

Minori debated just leaving, for all he knew someone was just using their quirk to mess with him. Blood dripped down to his shirt, and Minori banished that idea.

"Um, who are you? Where am I?" Minori asked. Sirens sounded like they were coming closer. Minori turned to check, but the kid patted the ground beside him. Minori stayed, clutching his arms close to his torso.

"Normally, Mother would mind this stuff, but you seemed freaked out by the animatronics and fascinated." The kid muttered 'fascinated' like it was an insult against his existence. He was talking again before the blond could ask. "I'm Dave, but you can call me Chris or CC. No one realized my name for so long; they just called me Crying Child and then Chris. For some reason."

"What's CC stand for?"

"Crying child."

"Oh."

The sirens stopped in front of the door, and Minori clenched his hands.