6 years later (1 year before UA)
Maybe it was all the stress from your jumbled up memories, maybe it was the constant drunks trying to get in your pants, or the fact that when you needed a hero the most, they were never there, or perhaps the fact that all your pent up anger, fear and frustration was either spent on shivering and shaking with sweaty palms as your tentacles wrapped around your small frame, tightly squeezing your wrists as you wallowed in pain, or the fact that your fight or flight reflexes were triggered by absolutely everyone and everything, that no matter who came across your path, a mangled, bloody, barely distinguishable corpse was always left in your wake, you didn't always want to kill people, it was an honest accident sometimes.
Your quirk was almost always activated 24/7, whilst you were sleeping, reliving each murdered victim so vividly, it hurt you mentally to the point where your own quirck was cutting into your flesh as a way of dealing with the stress, you probably would have already died if it weren't for the fact that self preservation was almost always on the brain, the tentacles, whilst inflicting the pain and life threatening injuries, was also keeping you from bleeding out.
And, as a final resort to ease your anxiety/depression, you turned to alcohol. The intoxication brought you the momentary relief you needed, since your quirk mostly reacted to your brain waves (thought process), when you were shit faced, wobbling around like a limp noodle, the tentacles basically dragged themselves along the ground. This meant it not only couldn't hurt you, it also meant that all the cuts it was keeping from bleeding, would also open up and stain your clothes, sometimes the bartender would give you sceptical glances from time to time.
So, you walked into a clothing store -half drunk- and stole a large black hoodie, and when you wobbled over to the cash register, you stole the person's black surgical mask, and with the extra adrenaline, the tentacles shot up life, mutilated them, and then you briskly wobbled out of the store and into another liquor store instead.
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A/n: is this good? I'm really trying to paint the picture that reader~chan is mentally unstable and is fucking herself over unintentionally with her quirk, ALSO! READER~CHAN IS MUTE!!! AND CANNOT READ OR WRITE!!!
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Fanfiction____________ Neglected from an early age and called a freak of nature, is girl who was silenced by her brother, neglected by her mother, and abandoned by her father, turns dark and twisted... ____________ Lol if I put anymore I'll spoil the plot!!! ...
