Teddy Bear: Fatgum x self-conscious hero

Pain: Chapter 3

A/N: This is the villain of the story's chapter.

"Boss?" the thug eyes shot to every corner of the room. His boss was going to be MAD.  He was to make sure the ex-clients,  who were now in the hospital, were either dead or quiet. His heart races, his boss could insure a pain worse then dying.

"What did I tell you?" a voice echoes around thug.

He freezes in fear, "B-Boss,  I swear they already squealed before I could gets to 'em"

A hand rest on the shaking mans shoulder, "What did I tell you?"

"T-To gets 'em to be quiet or gut 'em," his way of speaking only made his boss more angry. Why is he stuck with absolute idiots?  He is above them,  above most the scum of these streets. "And?" he tightens his grip on the filthy excuse of a man.

"I-If I didn't you was g-gonna make me p-pay. "

"Oh!  So you did remember! "

"Y-Yes,  b-boss."

"And still,  you failed me. "

! Warning mentions of mental torture!

"B-Boss!  I-I AHHH!" tears stream down his face as pain feels him,  not physical pain, mental. He feels as if things were crawling all over his skin. He sees his worse fears,  regrets,  bad memories, nightmares, and everything he wished he never even thought of flashes before his eyes. His head feels like it's collapsing in on itself. Everything hurt. He wants it to stop,  anything but this,  he just wants it to end.

He screams and cries for it to stop. But not a single scratch is on his body. The worse part is,  in all truth, he was really quiet. One his knees he is sobbing. He is only screaming and thrashing in his minds.

! It's ok now!

It was going to seem like hours maybe even days but the thugs boss was already out of the room. In reality the torture would only be around ten minutes long. The boss sighs,  it is so annoying, now the police are going to be on his tail and most likely heros too.

He knows what the drug does to buyers. That was whole point. Some would live some would die. The point was to rat out the drug users. Sell some effective product to boost sales,  and some deadly product.

The users didn't care about the risk,  they would buy it as long as there is a chance for a boost. He fixes his hair. He was no hero, but he doesn't see himself as a villain either. Maybe it killed a few, oh well,  he was ridding the cities of scum like them.

Who is he?

His real name is unknown, by he goes by, "Pysch! Buddy,  pal, amigo? When is the next shipment coming in?" Psych rolls his eyes and forces a calm civilised demeanor  for the dealer. He has many rats like this working for him, selling the drug. This one,  however, sells the most product out all of them,  with help of mind fogging quirk no doubt.  So, he gives him an illusion of favor.

"Fog," such a simple and dumb name, "Ah!  I did not see you there, we just got it actually. "
He forces a polite smile and motions for his excuse for workers to bring serval crates to the wannabe big shot. "Sweet!" he lowers his red-tinted glasses, and hands a stake of cash to a more refined worker beside Psych.

The neat worker quickly scans the cash and gives a approving nod to Psych. Psych smiles, the one beside him has class, they are his real favorite. Their quirk allows them to tell the exact amount of anything they same or held, perfect for money counting and collecting. Fog backs his car into the shady meet up building,  and shouts for the workers to load the back in a secret compartment. He starts the car after they are finished, and the compartment locked.

The grimy man gives Psych a grilled smile, before driving off,  "Nice doing business with you!"