Subject 05066: Success | Villain Reader Insert

||50||

"Hey!" I shouted, hitting the door of the room I was stuffed in.

It was all white, the walls, floor and ceiling had that horrible insane asylum vibe with the weird cushion things. The door wasn't anything to scoff at with colour either. It was plain white with a single rectangular window covered by a wire mesh and it was right at the top of the door, too high up for me to see through.

Why am I in here? Well, I'd like to know as well. I just remember 20 minutes ago I had a circle of guys in black suits with weird ass identical sunglasses and hand guns aimed at myself and Ten, ready to shoot us if we did anything. Five minutes later, we're in a waiting room, ten minutes later I'm drugged and now, I'm here.

"Now now, 05066," Dr Houser's voice spoke through the door, "just hold still."

Whirring filled the room, I turned around just in time to see a needle push itself into my neck. I winced and felt my body go numb before a pain like I've never felt before. My knees buckled in and I dropped to the floor, if these cushion floors weren't here, I'm sure my knees would be in worse pain.

"It's good to have you back, 05066," Dr Houser said before letting out a laugh and walking away.

05066. I hate that name. It's nothing but a code.

A code I hate.

Three's PoV

I took deep breaths as I looked around the small room. I was currently sat in an interrogation room, it was just four grey walls, a door to one side, a one way window in front of me, a camera in the front corner and back. And a table. A table I was currently chained to by quirk cancelling cuffs.

It was small. Too small. It reminds me of the lab.

Crap-! The lab! We should be there by now. But no... These asshole heroes insist on questioning me and Four over and over.

"Alright," Shadows walked in with Eraserhead, "let's try this again, shall we?"

"I told you," I glared, "I won't tell you anything!"

They let out a sigh.

"We've been withholding this information, but we feel we should tell you," Eraserhead began, "Zero and Ten are both dead."

Dead?

"No," I shook my head, "that can't be right. They're the strongest... How?"

"Fell down an old mining shaft," Shadows replied.

"And you didn't go down to help them?!" I shouted, "You're supposed to be heroes!"

"There's no way any normal person would survive that fall," he told me.

"If you haven't noticed, we're not normal," I glared, "you should test your facts before you make your final decision."

I felt like the walls began closing in on me, slowly creeping forward. I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath.

"Can I get out of here now?" I asked, calming myself down, "I don't like tight spaces."

"Claustrophobia?" Eraserhead frowned.

"I've had a bad past, OK? Let me out," I snapped. Eraserhead frowned.

"Like what?" he asked, "you aren't going anywhere but your cell for the rest of your life so you might as well tell us. You've got nothing to lose."

"How about my pride?" I scoffed, raising my wrists for someone to release me, "but I'll tell you. Maybe it'll give you enough sympathy to give me and the rest of Numéros some kind of help."