Nagisa Shiota doesn't like sweets. It reminded him of pointed fingernails digging- pushing- deeper down his throat. Her hand forcing his head down, bruises blooming on his chin from impact. And, stop- stop! Please- please, he'll listen. He's so very, very sorry. He'll be a good girl- please, just please, stop. (She didn't stop- never listened to his desperate begging, never hesitated as she pulled on his hair until his scalp was tender and red and raw. She was doing what was best for him- she was his mother, after all- and she had made all the same mistakes before. She was only looking after his best interests, she promised. She taught him that he was not in control, and, then, she forced him to obey.) When she was done, she'd make Nagisa look. She'd force his head close until he could smell it- his nose wrinkling from how pungent and putrid it was. And he'd stare, as she whispered that this is what made him a bad, filthy, disgusting boy. He'd stay there until he could reply- until he could promise through gritted teeth and scratched throat and a tongue heavy as lead- that he would be a good girl. The first time it had happened it was a chocolate bar. After his graduation, Nagisa Shiota knew that everything his mother told him held true. He was disgusting, impure, repulsive. Nagisa Shiota was a bad person. The blood on his hands always sung in recognition, making him tremor and shake, as if the blood was still there, still caked onto his skin- but he had smiled at his teacher's death, but he had still clenched onto the grip of knife until his knuckles turned white, but he had still stabbed and slashed and pierced. Nagisa Shiota was a bad person, so he became someone else. He lost his identity in the world of killers- call him anything: military dog, assassin, scum- but he didn't want to be Nagisa Shiota anymore. He thought of this as he received his first mission, first target, first name. Kill Mitsukuni Haninozuka.

Lost his Father at a young and due to an illness when he was older his mother gave him a serum that would change his life.

YOU WITH YOUR SISTER'S SORA AND SHIRO HAVE BEEN PLAYING FOR A WHILE NOW AND THEN A GOD NAMED TET BRINGS YOU TO HIS WORLD WHERE EVERYTHING IS SOLVED WITH GAMES NOW YOU THREE MUST TRY TO SURVIVE UNTIL YOU BECOME TRUE FEAR

Have you ever heard of the Mandela Effect? It describes the supposed phenomenon of remembering events which have since been altered. Many humans recall that Nelson Mandela died in prison, and even remember watching his funeral on television. But as every record shows, this did not happen. Lately, you have been experiencing the Mandela Effect. Borders, continents, history, even the positions of the stars, have seemed "off" to you for some time, and now the feeling is becoming unshakeable that something is very wrong. Naturally, no one would find it ordinary to be kidnapped by a titanic blue-skinned monarch from another world, but what you soon find truly remarkable is that she has been feeling the very same way.

This is the story of James Hollar, a depressed teen after his mom's death, tries to let go of the past, and ends up meeting a giant woman, who has captured him, and has also lost someone dear to her.

Abused Male Springtrap Reader x RWBY. You are the son of William Afton, but something happened that caused you to go to an orphanage. The other kids made fun of you, bullied you and insulted you, because you were the son of a murderer. You got adopted by the Rose family and you thought, that things would go better. You were so wrong. Disclaimer: I don't own anything except this story.

Neglected and abused Male Error Sans Reader x RWBY Harem. You were once a normal child, who wanted nothing more than to be loved by bis family.

Inspired by Dipturtle on Fanfiction.net

The day before Izuku Midoriya turned 5 he prayed to god before going to bed and asked to be blessed with a powerful quirk not to bully the weak but to protect what mattered to him. (I don't own my hero academia all content used belongs to rightful owners)