Bad Luck - Villain Deku

It's not my fault...

He blinked when he opened his eyes to the view of the clear sky above him 'ah, this again...' he thought as he slowly stood up and looked around. A vast meadow of many flowers and large puddles of water, scattered on different parts of the field, stretched across the horizon. 

He thought as he slowly stood up and looked around. A vast meadow of many flowers and large puddles of water, scattered on different parts of the field, stretched across the horizon.

"It's been awhile since you've been here Izuku..."

The scientist didn't have to turn to know who it was, a sad smile crept across his face as he looked at the person and greeted her "Sorry mom, things have been quite busy in the lab for awhile..." he said. He watched as his mom giggles, her hair fluttered against the wind. She still wore her usual clothes, a pink long sleeve turtleneck, a pair of light blue legging and a pair of white flats.

Izuku chuckles with her before the older Midoriya walked forwards and took both of his scarred hands. For a moment he felt a bit self-conscious when he felt the other's finger stroke through the scars. He expected her to frown and scold him about taking care of his hands, but relief washed that away when she looked up and smiled "You've gotten taller now haven't you?"

He smiles "I have haven't I?"

Inko merely smiles before she began to pull him up towards the steep hill "It's far too windy down here, why don't we go someplace else?" she said.

The gentle smile on his placed slowly disappeared as a feeling of dread began to sink into his stomach. Something wasn't right. He knows it but couldn't quite remember it. He knows how this dream starts. it always started with a different scenery, a different view every time. His mom greeted him, they talk for a while before...before...

How did this dream end?

Exactly what was he forgetting?

"We're almost there Izuku. Just bear with it a bit more ok?" he heard her say before he spotted a wooden door at the top of the hill. Instantly, his instincts flared before he tugged at Inko's hand, stopping her from going farther. Something about that door didn't seem quite right. Just looking at it sent shivers down his spine.

Inko looked behind her and saw Izuku looking down with an unsettling expression "Izuku, is something wrong?"

"I don't think we should go anywhere..." he said shakily as he tightened his grip on his mom's hand. Inko said nothing as Izuku continued to look down, too afraid to look at the wooden door.

"Izuku, we have to go..." He heard his mom say before she gently tugged at his hands again

"I'm sure he's waiting for us at the door."

Wait...

"He"?' Izuku looked up, and to his horror, saw the wooden door opened wide, and standing within it was a younger version of himself.

"Mom, we have to go! The movie will start in a few hours!" He heard his younger self-shout

"I'll be there!" he heard his mom respond.

"Wait mom!" he tried to warn her but, to his shock and horror, the hand he was holding suddenly slipped. He watched in despair as his mom walked over to where his younger version was. It all came crashing down on him that instant. He knew what was going to happen next.

He took a step forward but found himself stuck, he looked down before his eyes widened in shock when he felt himself slowly sinking down into the small puddle he stepped on. he tried to move his feet but the panic growing in his chest made him look back towards where his mom was walking.

"Mom! no! Don't go there! If you go there you'll die!" he yelled and screamed as tears began to pool in his eyes "Mom wait! Don't go!" he was sinking up to his waist now. He looked down and gasp when he saw hundreds of eyes looking back at him underneath the puddle. All of them looking at him with such hate and disappointment.

"Mom! Please! Don't go!" he yelled once more as he sunk down the puddle. He watched as his mom picked up his younger self before she turned, took hold of the doorknob and began to close the door.

He cried, yelled and begged her not to close the door before he was forcefully pulled down underneath the water. He quickly held his breath, not wanting the water to suffocate him before he slowly opened his eyes when he felt a pair of hand touch both sides of his face.

"Don't you see Izuku?" He gasps in shock, air bubbles coming out of his mouth as he stares in disbelief at another version of himself, floating right in front of him, a sinister grin plastered on his face as he spoke: "This is all your fault."

Instantly, flashes of faces began to cloud his mind.

Mom...

Dad...

His friends...

Those children...

Sensei...

Shigaraki...

The victims...

All of those people vividly flashed before his eyes. Their faces clouded by a mist of masks.

"Stop..." he whispered as he felt the cold hands of the 'other' began to pull him further down into the water's abyss. He whimpers "It's not my fault. They made me do it." he begged as he began to struggle against the grip "None of them gave me a chance, I had to do it." He yelled.

The more he struggled the further they sunk down into the darkness. He clawed at the hands while the 'other' him simply looked at him with a devilish smile.

"None of it was my fault!" he yelled once again as the darkness of the waters began to engulfed them 

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT!"