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bakuhoes-dumbass · 7 months

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Now, hear me out....

I just can't get this idea out of my head:

It's a mini smut series. Each part is for a different underrated 1A boy, but interconnected. There will be two different endings, each with two different outcomes.

As I was getting ready to post this, I realized that the idea was akin to Aberration by @bakuhoes-dumbass , so to be on the safe side, I reached out and got permission. Aberration is so attention grabbing and (personally) keeps the you on the edge of your seat. It's 10x better than anything I'm gonna write for this, so check it out! Thanks again to @bakuhoes-dumbass for giving me the green light!

**Y/n is the new psychiatrist for the Yuei Institute for Dangerous Individuals (YIDI). But she's also the warden's niece -giving her more loopholes to wiggle through than your average psychotherapist. Cue the jailbird shenanigans when they get a whiff of their new toy.

Warnings: Contains slight passive hybristophillia, various talk of criminal behavior and non consensual/dubiously consented to actions and scenarios, do not read if you are sensitive to said topics!

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Prologue: A deeper introduction to the jailbirds

Let's get to know the inmates, shall we?

Chapter 1: Shoji Mezo- Convicted on multiple counts of gang-related torture; currently serving 3 life sentences with no chance of parole. Time incarcerated: 6 years, 4 months.

In which your first session with the sadist derails an a way you never expected. As it turns out, the jailbirds are missing more than just their freedom.

Chapter 2: Ojiro Mashirao- Convicted on 1 count of 1st degree murder following a confession refusal; currently serving 20 years with no chance of parole. Time incarcerated: 2 years, 9 months.

You survived your first day. What more could go wrong? A lot, apparently. After the surprisingly saucey session (ooh alliteration) with Shoji, you can confidently say you're better prepared for the type of inmates you're dealing with. Or so you thought...

Chapter 3: Tokoyami Fumikage- Convicted for the attempted murder of his best friend, claiming "the shadows told him to do it"; currently serving 15 years with a chance of parole after 5 years. Time incarcerated: 4 years, 8 months.

Your new deal is firmly in place, and you're prepared to do what you agreed to. You just didn't expect your end of the deal to be enforced again so soon. It's all in the name of helping... Right?

Chapter 4: Koji Koda- Convicted of arson, assault, and non-peaceful protesting of multiple animal testing facilities; currently serving 40 years with a chance of parole for $15,000 bond. Time incarcerated: 3 years, 7 months.

Animal rights activists can't be too scary... can they? You're a little less than a month into your new job, and it's going relatively smooth. The deal is going as planned, and you seem to be making progress. Turns out this activist isn't scary after all... He's downright terrifying.

Chapter 5 : Rikidou Sato- Convicted for drug trafficking and the assault of 5 police officers; currently serving 90 years with a chance of parole after 40 years. Time incarcerated: 1 month, 3 weeks, 2 days.

Marking the last day of your first month is your final first session. After today, you can confidently say that you know what to expect with your assigned inmates. That doesn't mean what you're to expect will be easy. Withdrawal really brings out the worst in people, doesn't it?

Epilogue 1: Every action has consequences... Unfortunately, Y/n engaged in the same action with 5 different people. So, which one is the reason for this consequence?

Mentions pregnancy and abortion, if you are sensitive to either of those topics, I'd advise you to redirect to Epilogue 2 for the second ending. Open ended/up to interpretation of the reader. Can be read for any of the inmates

Epilogue 2: Every action has consequences...Unfortunately, Y/n's bleeding heart is her consequence. But for whom does it bleed?

Contains an individual ending for each inmate. 'Pick your own ending' style

"Jailbirds" Coming Soon

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bakuhoes-dumbass · 8 months

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Hi! I hope your doing well!

I had an idea for an jailbird au/miniseries featuring some of the underrated MHA boys but as I was about to post the announcement for it, I remembered your Aberration series. I thought that my idea was bit close to it, so I just wanted to run my idea by you to make sure you were fine with me going through with it.

I haven't worked out all the details yet but as a base it would be following Psychiatric! Y/n as she transfers over to her uncle's containment facility and finds herself entangled (quite literally lol) with some of the inmates.

Ik it's not super similar but I felt like it was similar enough that I needed to check with you first.

Have a good day/night!

Hello, your idea sounds dope. I'd totally read it. If you did get inspo from my story, a mention of that in your post would be really cool~

I appreciate you asking though~ I say go for it. Thank you~

#liz.ask #bakuhoes-dumbass #aberration

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bakuhoes-dumbass · 11 months

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An Unknown Possibility

Chapter Four

I'm not sure I'll ever be to thank y'all enough for how patient you've been with me in getting these chapters out! I really hope you enjoy this one, I decided to go for a different POV this time~

And as always, reblogs are greatly appreciated and preferred, thank you ❤️

Chapters: First / Previous / Next

Content Warnings: Canon typical violence, swearing

Word Count: 3,142

As the fog cleared, his lips curled into a smirk. Danny felt the familiar, comfortable weight of his knife in his hand; the solid wood and once polished - now nicely worn - leather of the handle. A rush of adrenaline and power shot through his veins as he twirled it between his fingers, spun it in the air, and deftly snatched it back. If he were being completely honest, he was still a little surprised that he hadn’t caught it by the blade yet. Maybe that was one of the perks of being here for as long as he had; practice makes perfect and all that bullshit.

With the knife back in his hand, he flipped it around and crouched, letting shadow surround him and veil him from detection. Really, the longer he was in these realms, or whatever people wanted to call them, he found more and more things to love about it. The thrill of being undetected while stalking a hapless victim was already a plus, but being able to strike them down with one blow? Well, sometimes it was a plus, and sometimes he wished there was more of a chase. His smirk widened - no one could give him quite the chase like they could. He really hoped they would be in this Trial; he had to give them some kind of punishment for leaving him like they had. He had told them to stay where they were, and what did they do? Ran away with their little friends and that jackass German.

He snarled at the thought of that man, almost loud enough to break his cover as he prowled around the grounds, keeping an eye out for one stupid survivor or another. What did that asshole have that he didn’t? They were about the same height, and he was sure as shit that he was stronger! Was it that he was a survivor? His accent? His Hair?

Nah, definitely the accent. Had to be. Even he couldn’t deny a sexy accent when he heard one.

Danny shook his head and took a breath. He had to focus and catch these little assholes before they could get away. He’d give himself bonus points if he was able to kill three of them before the-

A generator off to his left blew, and he almost laughed. Sure, people could say that it "happened to the best of us" (the 'us' being the survivors), but regardless of that, they just gave away their position, which in turn made his job - and life - that much easier. With a widening grin, he made for the blown gen. Danny absentmindedly wondered if whoever it was had run away from it the moment it blew in their face, or if they were just dumb enough to continue working on it. Sure it wasn't an entirely stupid idea considering most killers had their Terror Radius loud and proud at all times, but there were still a few - like him and Michael - whom that little piece of info didn't quite apply to.

As he got closer, he nearly laughed out loud when he heard the gen being worked on. Sneaking around, he tried to find the perfect place to peek out at them for maximum stalking. From the sputtering sound of the gen, whoever was here had just started working when they had fucked up. When he finally found a good place to stalk, he bent around the corner to peer at the survivor - make that survivors, plural - working; one was that annoying talk show host lady he never bothered to remember the name of… when did he ever really remember these poor saps names? The other was a small Chinese girl - or was she Japanese? Korean? He couldn't remember, and - again - didn't bother to try to. He settled himself for a good stalk, trying to catch their hushed conversation over the slowly progressing noise of the generator.

"You really believe they would be into someone like him? Please! They're way out of his league! Not to mention he's a killer; why would they like him if he's constantly killing them and their friends?" The smaller of the two rolled her eyes hard enough that her head rolled with them. Talk about dramatics. The other woman huffed and shook her head.

"I can’t argue with you about them being out of his league, but there also aren’t many romantic options around. As for sexual options, well, there really aren’t many of those either.” This made the smaller woman snicker as they continued working, a curse flying from her as she - once again - fucked up what she was trying to do, though this time the gen just shuddered a little instead of fully blowing in her face.

Their topic of conversation was definitely something he kept on the back of his mind as he snuck up behind the closest of the two and slashed his blade down her spine. She screamed as the force of the slash pushed her forward against the generator and further still onto the ground to the side. The gen blew for a third time and her partner fled like the coward they were. He snickered and wiped his blade before passing it over to his left hand while he picked the woman up with his right. She grunted and whined as she struggled to get out of his grip once he started walking towards the nearest hook; he rolled his eyes at the attempts. Unless one of her little friends decided to play hero, there was no way she was getting out of his iron grip. The thought brought back his smirk as he came to a stop to bring her down onto the hook. Her scream was like music to his ears!

There was a moment, though, where he paused mid step away from her now limp form before turning his head to look over his shoulder at her.

“By the way - not that it matters too much - who were you and the other little lady gossiping about?” The smirk on his lips widened beneath his mask as he noted the sudden look of worry that crossed her face before she started to glare at him. Her expression told him that she wanted to say something - what it was, he could only guess - but at the same time, didn’t want to give him the pleasure of a response. Well, whether she remained silent or not, her expressions were response enough to make him laugh, “What? Can’t a guy join in on gossip every once in a while? The other killers aren’t much in the way of conversation.” He rolled his eyes hard enough to roll his head - a mock to the other survivor earlier - and laughed again, beginning to walk away once more.

“Better hope your little friends can actually hold a conversation, or else I’ll be bored. No one likes me when I’m bored.”

Well, as far as he was aware - as he stalked away to try to find another survivor to torment - no one liked him whether he was bored or not. Not that it mattered. Save for his darling, he really didn't give a single fuck as to what the rest of the survivors thought of him. Though it did just barely puzzle him as to why he was so caught up on how they thought of him.

Ghostface paused behind a tree, clearing his mind and listening for any trace of a survivor near him - whether it be from walking around, rummaging through a supply chest or fixing a generator. It didn't take long, however, before the Entity so kindly alerted him that someone had gotten that one survivor down from the hook. He paused a moment before moving, deciding if he wanted to go back and see if he could down catch two for one. With a shrug, he moved off in a different direction, wanting to play with someone else instead of Boring Betty.

It didn't take long before he found a new… his own heart beat hard in his chest from excitement as he peeked around a corner to find someone blessing a totem. It was Them. The Entity really did bless him today, hadn't she? He stalked for a moment before walking over and kneeling right behind them, giddy that they were going to spook right into his arms.

"I didn't say you could play with my toys, did I?"

Just like he thought, they jumped with a yell right back into his chest. He took the opportunity to wrap his arms around their center and hold them close. If he hadn't been wearing his mask, he would've shoved his face right into the crook of their neck.

Their body was stiff against his, and it gave him an odd thrill that he could not only feel their heart pounding from fear, but they could possibly feel his heart pounding from the mere thrill of seeing them.

"Playing with things that aren't yours on top of not listening to what you're told to do? Such a naughty survivor, aren't you?" He chuckled and brought one of his hands up to rest on their cheek, his thumb brushing over their lip as the pressure from his hand pushed their head closer against his. His excitement dwindled when they remained silent and stiff, though in its stead, his curiosity started to peak as their face felt warm through his glove… were they blushing?

He laughed, hugging them a little tighter as he stood, before daring to remove his arms from around them. Somehow, he was startled when - the exact moment he retracted his arms - they bolted away like a frightened deer. This was nothing like how they had behaved around him before…

The confused expression he had under his mask swiftly became that of annoyance. There was no doubt that the other survivors' little warnings about him had wormed their way into their mind and heart. Of course, he knew it was all bullshit, and they were manipulating them to keep them away from him! As he chased after them, annoyance started to turn to anger - his thoughts going back once more to Mr. Tall, Blonde and German. It was obvious he was the one orchestrating the entire thing, even having all the other survivors in on it! Maybe if he cut a deal with the Entity, she could let him keep them with him, away from everyone else… yes, that was the only solution he could think of.

The chase didn't last long, and with his mind so focused on formulating the perfect plan to steal his baby away from the other survivors, he struck them down and hung them on a hook without a second glance or word. He would have more time to talk to them later, and if he performed well during this Trial, surely he would stand a better chance at getting what he wanted from the Entity. Though it did hurt him a bit to hear their cries and whimpers of pain, it was for their own good. He figured this was a good enough punishment for what they had done before - for now. Sure, he wanted nothing more than to take them down, hold them and tend to them… but he needed to be strong. How else would they learn? He shook his head to clear it before returning to the hunt.

With his mood down the shitter, Danny wasn’t in the mood to play his usual little games with the survivors in his trial. That, in turn, caused the trial itself to become much shorter than they usually were which - in turn - caused his mood to dip even further. By the time that there were two survivors left, he hadn’t cracked a single joke or given a hint of mercy. Normally, at least a kill or two would be able to lift his mood, so now he was not only a mister grumpy pants, but also confused as all hell about whatever the fuck was going on in his head. It would probably be simple to just chalk it up to his lovely doll refusing to really acknowledge him beyond sabotaging his shadow cloke and keeping out of his sight and grasp. He paused then, standing for a moment as his mood began to sink further with how his mind ran with his thoughts.

He hadn’t seen that last survivor all trail.

That thought alone had his blood boiling just thinking of who it could be; contemplating what he would do with them once he found them - he was so sure it was the German Bastard. Probably sweet talking his doll and enforcing the idea that he was nothing but a heartless, psychopathic killer, which he was not! If anything, he was a heartless, sociopathic killer - there’s a difference!

It pained him to say that it startled him when the final gen popped and the gates buzzed as they were activated. With a growl, he began to make his way towards one of the doors, hoping to either find the mystery survivor and kill them as brutally as he could or his lovely favorite and try to get them to actually talk to him. It had become increasingly irritating that they were trying so hard to stay away from him now when he and them would come together so easily like magnets, or other things that always went together - like coffee and donuts! Who doesn’t love a good coffee and donut combo? Okay, if he were being completely honest, he was more of a chocolate muffin kind of guy, but that was besides the point. The point was, he wanted to see them really bad and he was ready to throw a tantrum if he didn’t get to.

As he came up to the first door, he didn’t see anyone around immediately. He was thankful that he was cloaked so that his radius didn’t give him away, but he also didn’t want to spend too long peeking through every little corner to try to find someone when it was just as likely that both survivors were already opening the other gate. So, as a little compromise with himself, he did a quick scan of the more obvious places someone would hide before making his way towards the final gate they could be at, having to release his cloaking so that he could move faster and get there sooner. There was a small tickle at the back of his mind, like a metaphorical pinch and pull of his ear… but his brain. He grumbled and swatted the air around his head - he knew he needed to focus, the Entity poking at him wasn’t really helping. Finally, after what felt like hours, he finally made it to the door which was, in fact, just about to be finished opening.

And there they were. Both of them.

His darling was holding the lever down and, much to his relief, the survivor next to them was that little scardy cat that was always tucking himself away in lockers. Not much of a spine on that guy, so he definitely wasn’t someone he needed to worry about - and he wasn’t even that attractive. Had that boring midwestern look to him… Michigan, maybe? He wasn’t sure but he also didn’t have the time to really care.

Danny chuckled and cloaked again, sneaking around as the little nobody scanned through the trees behind the two of them. He almost clicked his tongue at his darling not looking around either - surely they knew better than to keep their eyes forward, even with someone at their back!

Once he was in a good position, and just about to be spotted by the little lookout, he lashed out and gave him a good, deep gash down his side. The punk cried out and immediately ran off, leaving his ‘friend’ defenseless. It was tempting to go after him, but he didn’t want to waste the time - the door buzzed loudly and started to open. He whipped around to see them rushing the door, muttering under their breath for it to open faster. He grunted and lunged forward, grabbing their bicep and pulling them toward him. His frown deepened as they fought against him, trying to pull away from him and get to freedom. He finally let himself click his tongue at them and shook his head, holding them tight enough to let him get his arms around them.

“Don’t be like that, I just wanna talk!” He chuckled, though he was glad he was wearing his mask because he just was not in the mood to even smirk, “Why haven’t you even tried to talk to me all trial? It really hurt my feelings, you know?” He sighed as they didn’t respond, only hitting against his chest and trying to push him away. He shook his head again and dug his knife into their hip, pulling their attention away from escape and to their pain. And, with that settled, he leaned down a little and lifted them onto his shoulder; maybe some time on the hook would serve them well.

“Not really sure your little buddy there is gonna come back for you, ya know? Open door, and,” He paused, grunting as he tossed them up onto the hook again, watching for a moment as the Entity’s claws came down to start trying to get at them, “A killer standing right in front of you? Wouldn’t make for an easy save, that’s for sure.” He crossed his arms and looked away for a moment towards the door, raising a brow when he saw the little guy from earlier just… standing there and watching. He almost growled, his lips silently coming up into a snarl before turning his attention back to his darling once more before heading toward the gate to get that little fucker.

“Meet me in the forest after you die. We need to have a talk.” Danny reached around the arms of the Entity to pat their cheek before turning back towards the door to see if he could snag that little shit stain - also counting himself a little lucky for remembering to give an offering to the Entity that let him kill at least one of the survivors by his hand - healthy or not. He didn’t plan to let this fucker leave so easily.

And as he made his way to the gate, he hoped that they decided to meet with him like he said. It would be quite unfortunate for the next trial’s survivors if they didn’t.

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bakuhoes-dumbass · 1 year

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I hope you love your job or whatever you do right now. Please do well for your health and work Liz! 🩷

I do enjoy my new job, thank you! Definitely a lot less stress. ^^

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bakuhoes-dumbass · 1 year

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im new to your blog but i am guessing that you must be a horror fan if not - you have excellent imagination bc i did not expect amajiki to have horrific details, absolutely amazing 💋💋

Welcome welcome~~

I am a BIG horror fan. My life is just one big Spook.

And thank you 😌 I am really tryin to give the horror factor.

#i love horror movies #and haunted houses #i worked in 3 #i went to a vday one #and going to a halfway to halloween one #and i have my halloween costume already planned

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bakuhoes-dumbass · 1 year

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Chapter 10 was amazing. (⁠´⁠°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥⁠ω⁠°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥⁠｀)

I'm glad you're back! I can't wait for more chapters. (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠) ～⁠(⁠つ⁠ˆ⁠Д⁠ˆ⁠)⁠つ⁠｡🩷

Hehe I'm glad you liked it 🤭 I'm going to have so much fun with the next one~

#liz.ask

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bakuhoes-dumbass · 1 year

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Aberration - Chapter 10

MHA!Various x Fem!Reader

Thriller/Horror/Drama

Criminal!AU

Words: 2k

A/N: Pfft, here is yalls chapter that you bullied me into finishing /j (sorta lmao). Hopefully now I’ll be able to pump them out a little bit more often with my new job. And yall better praise the floor that @ofinkandpaper walks on cause without them, it wouldn’t be done right now lmao.

Warnings: Yandere Themes, Mentions of murder, torture, abuse, blood, felonies, bullying, swearing, death and description of dead bodies.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of MHA, just this story. In no way does this reflect the characters, writers or VAs of the show/manga. MINORS DNI.

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Aberration Masterlist

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“What? What the hell are you talking about?!”

Momo raises her trembling hands in defense. “Mr. Aizawa, what has gotten into you?”

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bakuhoes-dumbass · 1 year

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Not me being thankful for Kai for saving us 😭, even though he want to take our quirk from us.

For real tho 😭 it's like thanks buuuuut no thanks.

#hes pretty tho #so we allowed to be thankful #and then just duce outta there

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bakuhoes-dumbass · 1 year

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Aberration - Chapter 10

MHA!Various x Fem!Reader

Thriller/Horror/Drama

Criminal!AU

Words: 2k

Warnings: Yandere Themes, Mentions of murder, torture, abuse, blood, felonies, bullying, swearing, death and description of dead bodies.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of MHA, just this story. In no way does this reflect the characters, writers or VAs of the show/manga. MINORS DNI.

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Aberration Masterlist

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"What? What the hell are you talking about?!"

Momo raises her trembling hands in defense. "Mr. Aizawa, what has gotten into you?"

"SHUT UP." Aizawa snaps. He sniffs in irritation, his grip on your shoulder now bruising as he returns his attention to you.. "You don't remember me, do you?" You shake your head, eyes wide in terror and confusion. The dark haired man sighs. "It was one of your psychology classes a year ago, when I first laid my eyes upon you. You were sitting all the way at the back of the class, paying very close attention to the lecture."

Aizawa wraps a finger around a strand of hair and gently tugs. "I thought it was rather peculiar that someone with such an intense desire for learning was sitting all the way in the back of the class. I paid very close attention to you during the time we spent together in that classroom and you know what I found out?" He leans in close and you feel his breath fan across your ear. "You had a mutation, my dear."

Your breathing quickens as you think back to the class Aizawa was talking about. It had been one of, if not your favorite, class - Behavioral Psychology with a focus on behaviors related to mutations. You rack your brain trying to remember how you could have missed him in that class. That's when it struck you; one particular day, your teacher had announced a guest lecturer was coming in to talk about behaviors that related to different mutations.

One that worked directly with mutated criminals.

"You were the guest lecturer in my class," the realization hit you like a freight train. All the color immediately drains from your face, "Y-You knew I had a quirk this whole time. Since my first day on the job."

Aizawa lets out a dark chuckle. "Oh sweetheart," his face splits into a sinister grin. "I was the one who hired you."

You open your mouth to speak but all that comes out is a stutter. "W-what? That's not- My professor-"

"Your professor didn't send in your resume for this job. I hacked into your school's database to find your information." He presses you further into the wall, his body almost completely flush with yours. His breath fans your neck, making you shiver. "I can't wait to finally examine you and your mutation. You'd think a telekinesis quirk wouldn't be as rare as it is."

Your eyes widen with anger and betrayal. This whole job was a set-up from the beginning! Your eyes flit over to Momo, whose expression showed nothing but shock and horror . It seems she was completely unaware of her boss's underhanded ideas.

"Momo," you warned, "you need to get out of here. Now."

Her eyes widened. "B-but I can't just leave you here!"

"I'll be fine, I can take care of myself."

Aizawa smirks. "Yes, Momo. Perhaps it is time for you to leave. I can take quite good care of Ms. Y/N from here on out."

Momo meets your eyes with concern. You mouth 'Go' to her, wishing she would just listen to you. She hesitates for a second longer before nodding with a whimper and exiting the room. Aizawa's grip on your shoulder is painful but it isn't as suffocating as his body being pressed up against yours. He sighs into your neck, causing your entire body to shiver in disgust.

"I finally have you all to myself... no annoying students, no clingy assistant and no obsessive criminals." He lets out a small growl followed by a low chuckle, causing goosebumps to rise. "I already have my first experiment with you outlined." His eyes are filled with a cruel darkness as he looks into yours, another smirk growing on his mouth. "We are going to test a hypothesis I have; will a mutant and an average individual produce an offspring with or without a mutation?"

You inhale a sharp breath, letting his words sink in. Fear overtakes you as you realize this man, this stranger, holding you hostage was going to forcefully impregnate you. This was something straight out of a nightmare.

"N-No, NO! I don't want this! No….no…no!"

Whimpering as you flail around in an attempt to break his hold on you, Aizawa changes his grip to minimize your movement against him. His free hand snatches your face and squeezes your cheeks together, hard. He leans his body back to look you dead in the eye, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I will make sure you feel nothing but pure bliss." He chuckles, his laugh turning almost maniacal. "I will have you screaming my name."

You only live twice. Once when you're born and once when you look Death in the face, and as the doctor's blood splatters across your front you never thought you'd face death quite so soon.

If you thought staring into the eyes of the man holding you hostage was terrifying, when your eyes travel down his torso, the arm sticking straight out from his chest is down-right horrifying. Hearing a gurgle, your shaking eyes shoot back up to Aizawa's face to see blood dripping down his chin. His grip on you loosens and you watch as his body drops to the floor.

"For someone without a quirk, he was just as disgusting of a human."

You knew that voice. A whimper escapes your lips as you slowly meet eyes with Kai Chisaki. You watched as he jerks his arm out of Aizawa's chest, blood drenched his arm. His breath is heavy as he looks lazily at you.

"Oh little germ, I can't believe I found you with this filth touching you." Kai tilts his head and takes a step closer to you. "He wants to take advantage of your quirk, how disgusting. But I would never do that to you." His blood covered hand gently touches your cheek. "I'm going to take that dreadful quirk out of you; you will be pure and worthy of me."

You flinch away from his hand, inching yourself towards the door that Momo ran out of. Kai watches you closely, anger starting to boil up inside. How dare you finch away from him! All he wanted to do was help take that disgusting mutation out of your body. You should be falling to your knees before him in gratitude.

"Don't you run away from me, come back!" He raises a hand to grab at you but you duck down. Suddenly you hear a yell come from the man. You look up to see Kai's wild eyes staring down at his blood-drenched arm. Following his gaze, you notice his arm is covered in hives.

You watch as he begins to panic in what you could only call an aggressive way, and made his way to a small in-office kitchen area to start rinsing his arm off. You took another step towards the door to check if he was paying attention to you - he wasn't; his entire focus now on the grime and hives.

Taking this opportunity, you turn and bolt out the door.

You continued to run as fast and as far as you could, pulling at the cuffs all the while with a knot of anxiety in your chest. You fail to notice the bodies of employees with their throats ripped out slumped along the side of the hall, blood staining the once white walls. When you felt you had put enough distance between yourself and the germophobic criminal, you think for a moment about how you could remove the cuffs. You run a hand through your hair in frustration and thought before clumsily digging into your pockets to find something - anything - that could help. Your fingers catch on something small and metal, and upon pulling it out you are faced with a single bobby pin you momentarily remember picking up for Momo when it had fallen out of her hair at some point before. You could almost laugh at the unbelievable luck that just struck, and began to pick the lock of the cuffs.

You breathe a sigh of relief with the cuffs finally off. Rubbing your sore wrists, you finally take notice of your surroundings. It was a room off of another hallway filled with different bottles of medication and other substances. ‘Either the pharmacy or the testing lab’, your brain can't recall. Taking a deep, trembling breath, you will yourself to calm your nerves. There has to be some way out of this building without anyone else finding you. You've already encountered Kirishima and Kai. There were still nine other inmates left, let alone the ones that already found you.

You lean over with your hands sprawled out on the counter. You refuse to let the tears fall. With how much abuse went on in your past, you know you're stronger than this. You have to keep it together or else you'll never make it out of here alive.

Or worse.

You drag your hands to the edge of the counter and hear a clatter fall to the floor. Curiously, you look down to find a small sharp-looking object that you must have knocked off. The small object was picked up by you and a finger runs along the edge. ‘Is this…a shark tooth?’

"What the-"

You actually take in the state of the room in more detail, noticing it wasn't as neat and orderly as it should have been. There were bottles of different substances thrown around and spilled out. Someone had raided this room, looking for something specific. You spot something else dropped on the floor. You squat down and poked the light pink substance with your finger.

"Is this…meat?"

A sense of uneasiness suddenly washes over you. Out of everything that the criminals in this facility could take, why would they need raw meat? Suddenly you hear what sounds like a loud thump coming from the room next to you. You turn your head to finally notice the door on the other side of the room. It looks to be some sort of large cooler with the door wide open. Another thump resonates through the room, causing your nerves to jump.

'Oh, this is such a bad idea.' With your hands up and ready to use, you slowly make your way to the now off cooler. You've seen horror movies and know this is always how the killer gets their victims, but your curiosity gets the better of you. Besides, what if it's someone who is alive and could help you out of this place? With those thoughts, you finally made it to the door and peeked inside. That was one of the decisions you will regret for the rest of your life, however long that was about to be.

It looked like blood rained down from above. The cooler and all the contents were the darkest red you'd have ever seen. And in the middle of that was Tamaki, straddling what looked like the body of Momo. But it was hard to tell, considering the face and neck were completely torn off. Tamaki looks up from the mutilated body underneath him, his eyes growing wide.

"B-bunny?! You're here!"

Tamaki's blood-drenched lips stretch into a wide grin. You thought the bloodied mouth would be what you feared the most, but the rows of razor-sharp shark teeth, with bits of flesh and meat stuck between, that aligned his mouth was what finally got to you.

That's when you finally let out a blood-curdling scream that you've desperately been trying to hold in since this morning.

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