Quirkless

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"You don't have a quirk kid." Said the doctor to the young cinnamon roll. The child named Izuku began to cry as his mom left with him.

<timeskip bc I'm lazy af>

It was the middle of the night when Izuku woke up to a bang.

"Momma? Is that you?" Asked Izuku. He slowly creeped out of bed to investigate the noise.

As he crept into the living room he saw that the front door was open and so was his mom's door. He walked into Inko's room only to cry out in horror at the sight in front of him. Inko was dead on the floor with a bullet in her head and there were 4 men standing over her.

"Now for the little bastard" said one of the mysterious men grabbing Izuku and putting a cloth over his nose and mouth as the smell of chloroform invaded his nostrils. He passed out in a couple of seconds and was not heard from again.

<timeskip brought to you by chunky Inko posing with skinny Inko>

Izuku woke up to a very white room. His vision was extremely fuzzy. The first think he noticed was that there was an alarm going off.

"Attention all security! Test subject N-7784 has escaped containment! I repeat subject N-7784 has escaped containment!"

A few moments later everything went silent and Izuku was left to his own devices. Eventually a scientist in a lab coat walked in with two armed men.

"Hold him down" commanded the Lab Coat Scientist. The two guards grabbed Izuku's arms and legs and held him down flat on his stomach. Izuku was paralyzed in fear and couldn't speak. The scientist took out a branding rod. He took out a blowtorch and heated it up before pressing it against his back. Izuku began to scream, having never experienced this level of pain before.

"Welcome to the compound subject I-2947." Said one guard sarcastically and the other one chuckled. Izuku picked that moment to pass out.

"Poor kid" muttered the second guard on his way out.

To be continued
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New book... yay soon to be dadzu with a bit of either IzuJirou or IzuTsuyu.
-0kHomie

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