All Of The Lights

Chapter 6: Him

(IMPORTANT CHAPTER. Well, not really,
You could probably skip it. Just gives you the time and details.)

Momo sat in there for several hours. She was getting more and more bored with nothing to do so she made a notebook to just write in. She could hear the small chatter of people outside. She heard women and children so she assumed she was in a city now.

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"Hey Tenya, how ya feeling buddy?" Tensei asked. His younger brother was curled up on his bed, facing his wall. His glasses were on his dresser and she couldn't see a thing. It was 9:28.

"I dunno." Tenya shrugged. He had stopped crying a while ago.

"You hungry?" Tensei asked. Tenya shook his head. He hadn't eaten since lunch.

"They still haven't stopped searching. And we don't even know if she was home."

"If they didn't find her now, she's probably dead." Tenya sighed.

"Hey, don't think like that!" Tensei tried to cheer him up again. He started thinking about it though. The entire house wasn't burned down but Momo was said to be the cause behind the fire. So she was in part of the home that had burnt down.

Maybe Tenya was right... maybe she was actually gone. Or, she started the fire to kill her parents and that's why she was gone. That last one sounded like something the Media would say but the Iida family knew Momo pretty well. Nothing was going on behind the scenes as well. Momo wouldn't kill her parents, she loved them to death! Wait wrong choice of words-

(👁👄👁)

"Maybe she just left the scene? That's why they can't find her."

"Trying to sugarcoat it is gonna make it worse when they find her body." Tenya said. Tensei thought about it and his brother was right. Having false hope was just going to make it sting more if she was truly killed in the fire or by something else. "I'm going to go to bed now." Tenya sighed. Tensei understood and left. If he wanted to be alone, Tensei would have to leave him alone.

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(Everytime someone asks a question in any of my books, just know that's literally me asking questions-)

Momo sighed as she sat inside the truck, just looking at the ceiling. She was tired of it being so dark with the only light being a tiny sliver. She was tired of being in the truck. It was all annoying and boring. It wasn't like she could do much except think about cute stories to write if she got out.

The truck came to a quick stop.

The doors opened wide and Momo was immediately grabbed by the arms and dragged out of the truck. She was brought into another room where she would sit until the next truck came and picked her up. Or at least that's what she assumed.

"What's going on?" Momo asked.

A woman that was about five foot looked her in the eyes.

"Like the other people probably said. We're just transporting you around until we get word from someone else." She said. She had silver and purple hair tied into a ponytail.

This was Momo's life for around five months.

Living in some random home for a month and then moving. Same story being told to her. "Until we get word."

She was hurt in several of the warehouses she had been transferred to. The people weren't the nicest person, but that was expected. She was like this for several months without knowing what had happened to her parents.

Were they ok? Were they dead? What happened to the cats?

She hadn't seen a tv screen in months. She had no way of seeing what was going on.

Momo almost got used to this. Almost.

The only thing keeping this routine fresh was the idea of meeting the big boss that trapped her there. Why he did it and why he wasn't coming to face her himself. Was he trying to get her closer to him?

The idea of freedom was so refreshing. Doing this for five months, knowing everyone believed she was dead, and a few other things kept this routine a chained down topic in her mind.

Autopilot took over a while ago though.

She had fallen into their routine. Not her previous one. Everyday was boring and she only got good food whenever she did what they asked. Other days she was left with disgusting food that had to be force fed to her. Maybe she was just picky but she refused to eat instant ramen.

(I had to get a lil joke in there-)

It was like January seventh by now. She didn't know. No heroes were looking for her and she knew it. She was probably proclaimed dead by now.

The day was part of the routine still.

Well, if the routine involved a grown man gently taking the wall apart and the people who had to hold her down to force feed her backed away, then yes, totally a part of the routine.

He didn't have a face. That was a new sight to see. Even in this super human society, everyone had some sort of face, unless their quirk took it away. He literally lost his face. And hair. And he had some sort of ventilator around his neck. He also wore a suit.

Her tormentors all disappeared into thin air.

Were they just an illusion? A physical illusion that could mess with her and her head?

"Hello Momo Yaoyorozu." He said. His voice sounded echoey and somewhat muffled because of his ventilator.

"Hi?" She said, more as a question than a genuine Hello. "Who are you?" She had to ask. She had heard myths of a great evil. He gave off that feelings, but the guy in the story always had bright white hair and was handsome. This guy, not so much.

"You can call me All For One."

All For One? What kind of name was that?

(AAAHHHH IM DONE- I REWROTE THIS SCENE LIKE, TEN TIMES AND THIS IS THE ONE IM HAPPY WITH?! I DONT EVEN LIKE IT- oh and sorry for such a long wait. This chapter mainly came out cuz I cried in class-

Lmao All For One arrived. I told y'all I changed this story a l o t. There will be a few spoilers, so anime onlys, uhhhh, proceed with caution? I'll try and be careful tho.)