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Imagination is just an alternate reality~

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His heart raced, head pounding as he lied there. His arms and legs strapped down against the bed, he couldn't move and he didn't even dare attempt to do so. If he did, the voices would break free from his mind and curse everyone around him, or so he thought. But he didn't want to risk it,

  Ȩ̷̢̛̲̜͉̙̮̅͐̈͌̊̅̓͘͜v̷̳̤͈̼̭̖͇̖͐̉̀̎̐̚͝ȅ̸̢̢̛̼̳͗̊̆́͠ŕ̷͔̝̱̤͉̝̪̱̤͋̈̎͊̚̕͠

That explains what happened with his family.. He let the voices take control, the demons were released and next thing he knew, they were no longer in his grasp. His dull eyes looked around the plain room, the lights blinding him, not like he cared. He's had worse. Way worse than this, he sighed, listening to the conversation on the other side of the room. Nezu was on the phone with his 'caretaker', nothing he could do about that either, the only thing he could do was speak. But he didn't want to, if he did, information would be spilled. Way too important information.

The corner of his lips curled into a small smirk, his tongue licking over one of his sharp teeth, the relaxing taste of metal filled his mouth as he eagerly swallowed. "Kirishima, we need you to tell us what's happening." The red head stared blankly at the raven haired teacher, information was classified to his mind, and his mind only. "Kirishima, listen to me. We need to know what's wrong so we can help you!" He rolled his eyes, his tongue flicking up against his teeth, one word slipping from his plump lips. "Dₑₚₑᵣₛₒₙₐₗᵢzₐₜᵢₒₙ.." His words strict and meaningful, Nezu paused looking up from the corner of the room. "What caused this..?" The shark-toothed teen chuckled, before it turned into a quiet psychotic giggle. "Many things, many, many things."

The teacher's shared a look, confused over the sudden change in attitude, something had happened to Kirishima to cause this. Something bad, or maybe something self-inflicted, but that was hard to believe. Nezu hung up on the phone, walking to his bedside. "You have no official caretaker, the only records that I have of you was your UA entrance file of your profile." A burst of melancholy colours caused his smirk to fade, his eyes adjusting to the dark colours the room faded into. "ₘy ₘₒₜₕₑᵣ'ₛ wₑᵣₑ ₜₐₖₑₙ, ₜₕₑy ₜₒₒₖ ₜₕₑₘ.. ᵢₜ'ₛ ₘy fₐᵤₗₜ ᵣₑₐₗₗy, ᵢ ₛₕₒᵤₗd'ᵥₑ cₒₙₜᵣₒₗₗₑd ₜₕₑₘ ₘₒᵣₑ. " His voice was quiet, but  understandable, as if someone had their hands around his throat slowly choking him. That's what he saw, a smudge of a dark shadow in front of him, hands wrapping around his neck, squeezing tight.

"Controlled what? Who or what are 'T̷͇̫͙̔̉̎͑̃͘͝͝h̸̟͉̘͙͚̙͙̱͓͒̅̔̃́ȩ̵̢̢̤̩͈͎̥̭͊y̴̢̯͖̯̮͓̯̰̰͗̊̀̿̾̚͜͝'?"

He spluttered, the shadow disappearing from view, colour returning to the room and the people around him. He smirked, weakly tugging on the strap to his arm, just for Aizawa to unwrap one of his wrists, the red head tapped his temple.

"T̸̲͕͓̖͖̫̳̽́̈́͜ẖ̸̨͚̩͈̼̳̖͕̋̑̽̒̋̓ȅ̶͓̬̭̗̮͉̪m̸̘̈́̾̅̌̌̿,the demons as I call them. T̷͇̫͙̔̉̎͑̃͘͝͝h̸̟͉̘͙͚̙͙̱͓͒̅̔̃́ȩ̵̢̢̤̩͈͎̥̭͊y̴̢̯͖̯̮͓̯̰̰͗̊̀̿̾̚͜͝ can be released just by revealing too much information, or by being called out from another dark source."

Sensei nodded, strapping his wrist back to the medical bed, colours flashed before his mind. His eyes pained at the sudden brightness of the room, blood soaked the wallpaper dripping down onto the floor below it. A sick smirk danced onto his lips, a giggle leaving his plump lips, thick black eyelashes tangled together as he blinked, the bloody walls burned down to the ground. Ashes floating in the abyss as his eyes fluttered closed.