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

5- pain?what pain?

I did that^^^ (irl BS that happened to me)

Your eyes met the man Infront of you, his long greasy black hair, his tired, blood shot eyes as they scanned your face, and the scrubby facial hair.

'he looks like a druggie, or some kind of rapist. What a bother.'

You were soon snapped out of your thoughts, when you felt a presence behind him, as a small, disgusting rodent walked over to you. You flinched when it raised a paw, it reminded you of him.

Pure terror struck you to your core, the way your body shook at the small gesture brought concern to both the individuals, as they quietly observed you.

And then, in what you could only assume was a sadistic grin, the rodent spoke.

"My name is principal Nezu, and this is the pro hero Eraserhead, after you performed a villainous act, Eraserhead knocked you out and restrained you, and since you had life threatening injuries, we brought you to the infirmary."

He said in a frighteningly cheery voice.

You were way too deep in thought to even register the words, as you glared at the ceiling.

The greasy man soon spoke up, startling you.

"What's your name"

It was spoken harshly, after what he saw you do to that man in the alleyway, he was rather irritable with your mood changes.

"..."

You cocked your head to the side, because you knew right from the start, that they had taken the mask on your face off.

His glare at you sharpening as he saw the flicker of amusement flash through your eyes.

It was like he was staring into your soul.

"You must be hungry, why don't we have lunch?"

The cheery voice of the rodent making your gaze flicker towards him.

And then you looked at him with utmost confusion.

"what the hell's a 'lunch'?"

As the rodent nodded his head at greasy man, as you'd dubbed him, he then proceeded to what looked like to you, raping the thick metal cuffs pinning you to the spongy material beneath you.

And as you went to get up, a hand stopped you.

"I'll carry you, it'll hurt to walk with an injury as big as the one you have on your stomach"

You just shook your head, and got up, the metal cuffs sliding slightly down your arms, looked at him, shrugged, and walked over to the door and waited patiently like a human being.

The greasy man looked at you, eyes widening a bit, before his face went back to a seemingly permanent scowl, with his eyes narrowed at you, as the small rodent looked on with curiosity.

Vhat iz zis?  An early extra (I think) long update?!?!  MON DIEU!!!

(Iz french, I'm not.)