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Yagi Toshinori woke up in a dark room.

He didn't know where he was or why he was there, but he knew that he couldn't move. There were straps covering his wrists and legs, but his neck was free. He tried moving his head but it was locked into place with a thick leather strap. The only thing that he could move were his eyes and his tongue. Toshinori licked his lips and scanned the room for any signs of movements. He couldn't see much but it felt like someone was watching him from the shadows. Toshinori wanted to call out but decided not to because he did not know who would show up. He soon gave up on his internal battle and the darkness stood still in reply- until he heard a single food step.

A small flame appeared in front of him and slowly glided towards the ground. As soon as the candle reached the ground- it disappeared. As a response to his only light source disappearing, a wide ring of candles lit up around in him a wide circle.

Toshinori looked down from the light show and saw that he was in a dentist's chair. He looked in front of him and quickly wished that he hadn't.

Rubies dripped from where the walls kissed the ceilings and it raced along the walls at different speeds. It never reached the ground, because it clashed with the shelves that were full of jars of knives. On the floor, there were random slashes of crimson that could've been mistaken for decoration by a blind man. There were shadows to the left and right of him that felt like they could entomb him in a casket of ebony. Toshinori looked to the right of him and saw a single stand that held a metal tray with a bloody imprint on it. Two familiar sounds interrupted his viewing of the room and it gripped his spine because of the contrast of the two.

He heard screaming that would be masked with loud, childish giggles.

It was time to get out.

Toshinori tried to turn into All Might but looked like he was squirming. Sweat beaded down his face while he flexed in his straps so he could escape. Instead, he began to become frustrated because his quirk wasn't working.

"Well, well, well- what do we have here?"

A slightly familiar voice rung through his ears. A boy in his teens walked out from behind him with a clipboard. He had green bushy hair and fair skin. The boy wore black pants and a white buttoned up shirt with a black vest laying on top. His sleeves were rolled up and he had a towel in his back pocket. He seemed to hum a little tune that Toshinori could not place. The boy stopped directly in front of him and nodded his head twice before looking at him.

Toshinori stared back at his ebony eyes in shock.

"You're the boy from earlier but-" the boy interrupted him.

"No, I'm not" he said. "I'm Sloth"

Toshinori tried to shake his head but the brace on his head made him stop. "No, you're the boy that helped me today"

"How do you know today is not tomorrow and tomorrow is not yesterday?" Sloth raised an eyebrow and shook his head in reply to Toshinori's confused look. "You must be talking about on of my brothers because I was asleep most of the day" He went back to looking at the clipboard.

Toshinori looked like he was going to say something else but decided against it. "Look, do you think you could get me out of these ties?"

Sloth never took his eyes off his clipboard as he answered. "You're here for a reason, Yagi Toshinori"

Toshinori reminded his heart to beat. "I never told you my name"

Sloth chuckled and went over to the shelves on the far wall. He put down his clipboard and picked up a knife with jagged edges. He wiped the blood on his pants and walked towards Toshinori. Sloth ignored Toshinori's staccato cries in sheer fear of what was to come, and they were all hit with a small smile on Sloth's face.