S-I-L-E-N-C-E (BnhaV! X mute!villain! reader)

3- heroes...? what are those?

(early beginning of next year) i literally don't know all the months of the top of my head.]

As time progressed, you heard rumours in the bar, about the awful murders in the back alleys, about how they gruesomely met their end, how whoever had done it was a truly horrible monster.

And as you realised they were technically talking about you, it made you panic. You didn't want them to talk about you like that! They made out like you were some kind of sadist, with no emotion other than blood lust.

And when you panic. Nothing. Ever goes well.

Whilst you were banging your head on the bar counter, hands gripping roughly in your matted (h/l) (h/C) hair, as the tentacles wrapped themselves around your already severely bruised wrists, you felt the familiar constriction, and yet... The pain never came... Maybe you had damaged your nerves to such an extent, you couldn't feel the pain. Or maybe you were just so used to it, it all just felt numb.

------(3rd POV)--

Meanwhile, a few heroes had been patrolling, looking for the villain that had mercilessly slaughtered hundreds.

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Whilst Eraserhead was finishing up his rounds, a stumbling drunk was making their way along the alleyway, it was late at night, or possibly the wee hours of the morning.

This one person, he could practically feel the waves of anxiety radiating from you.

He jumped down from his perch, and started following silently. He watched as a couple of drunk men whistled and cat called them, the figure turned their head, taking a look at what the noise was, before continuing on their merry way, but one of them decided, he didn't like being ignored, he stumbled over, and put a stiff arm around their waist.

Eraserhead was just about to make his appearance, make a quick save, escort them home, and then keep patrolling.

When suddenly, the tentacles he had just realised were there, sprung to life, moving at what felt like the speed of light, wrapping around the man's torso and leg, and constricted so tightly, he looked like he was about to pop.
-----(2nd POV, you)----
'these man disgusts me'

His hand had gripped onto one of the tentacles wrapped weakly around your frame, it had frightened you a bit, he had just touched a lethal murder weapon. He had just sparked the fear into a fight or flight situation.

And whilst your crippling anxiety had taken your mind elsewhere, the tentacles had started flailing around again, and had started constricting his abdomen and leg, a loud snapping of his leg as it broke, and the scream that had torn its way out of his mouth was like a gunshot in the near deathly quiet alleyway.

Just as he was about to pop, a cold feeling crept up your spine. You shivered, not feeling the usual coolness of the tentacles wrapped around you. It was like... They had been.... Erased.

And then.... It all went black......

A/n ok, I just had a really good thought. U know how reader~chan's lips are sewed shut? How would she eat...? I KNOW HOW!!! MAYBE IN LIKE, 1-2 CHAPTERS I'LL EXPLAIN!!!

Anyways, love y'all!!!

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