Voodoo

by Passing_Cloud0

Summary:

Story of the second coming of Stain, Voodoo.

Chapter 1

Stain was in Kamino ward, having lead a trio of no-name fakes into an alleyway. It was a bloody battle, three on one in the open streets. Each of them with a useful quirk. One could create mental projections, and was using them as protective barriers for when Stain attacked his friends, and occasional weapons. Another had a bull mutation, along with strength enhancement. It wasn't confirmed if they were related or a simple genetic mutation and the actual quirk. Finally, there was one shooting lasers out of his ass. Literally. He was quite literally shooting lasers out of his ass, pissing Stain off. He considered his options, coming up with using the lasers of the idiot to attack his friends, wearing down resistance before using his quirk.

Stain liked the plan, and went with it. Laser jackass was ready to fire again, so Stain charged in, close enough he could stab him. Laser jackass fired his laser, hitting the mental projection user straight in between the abdominals on accident. Without the defense provided, laser jackass quickly found himself overwhelmed and paralyzed. Then the last was Tauros, not her actual name. She just couldn't match up to his speed, thus joining laser jackass on the floor.

Oh how Stain was going to enjoy this. He will make this painful for these fakes, laser jackass would go first being the worst of the trio first and foremost, then for pissing him off as well. Just as Stain readied his blade to cut into some nerve bundles a gasp made him stop. He turned with such agitation, such blood lust that the witness stopped, fear rolling off of them. Stain turned fully around, planning to end the civilian with the least amount of pain possible when he saw it.

The witness, but a boy. There's more though. Familiar curly green hair, pale skin, constellation-esque freckles on his cheek- this, this was Izuku. He felt his blood thirsty aura be replaced with horror, his own skin paling. This wasn't supposed to happen, he isn't supposed to be in Musutafu.

Stain takes one last look at Izuku, his skin still pale from shock. He takes notice of the poorly hidden burn marks going down Izuku's neck and chest, the way the boy holds his side and seems to be supporting his weight on his right, the look of sick hope under the apparent despair. Stain feels sick at what he's seeing. He knows he'll get involved now.

Stain quickly ascends the wall of the building, keeping an eye on him as he contacts the police for Stain's attempted murders.

Chapter 2: Dimensions of Suffering

Notes:

Before Izuku meets Stain or All Might, he sees Bakugou Katsuki at school again.

The best way to describe Izuku was melancholic. No dad, no friends, no heroic quirk. That wasn't currently on his mind. Currently, he was dreaming.

Izuku stood on a tall building, wearing a black sleeveless jumpsuit. He also wore light combat boots, knee braces, and utility belt, all emerald. The finishing touch, his peaked cap, black with emerald accents.

Izuku stood, watching as a serial killer tried to get closer to a victim, and Izuku would occasionally swing his hand around in time with a well placed punch or dog bite. Izuku was smiling, he was content with this. Then, the sound of ginormous explosions sounded, a building a few blocks down being engulfed in light before the light fades. What's left behind is a molten steel frame, and caramelized skeletons at it's base. 

Izuku stopped smiling. 

It always came to this. I HATE this SO MUCH.

The sounds of steps could be heard, getting louder and louder, before a giant person appeared from a building across from the molten frame. This giant, a blonde with vicious shark teeth, came from around the corner drenched in sweat and heavily panting. Izuku has never felt such terror. The blonde looked directly at Izuku.

"Useless, worthless, pathetic. A DEKU!"

The word deku reverbrated through the surrounding area. Izuku was trembling so badly, people would mistakenly think he has hypothermia. The giant points a palm at Izuku. Light pops can be heard before Izuku sees a bright light, then- 

EVERYTHING BURNS

Izuku wakes up, trembling but silent. He doesn't need to check his sheets, not when it's this same dream again. He takes his sheets, his white pajamas, and undergarments and tosses them into the washer, moving through the house silent as a ghost. He collects some new underwear, his school clothes, and a towel. He goes into the bathroom and takes a light shower.

Throughout the shower, he feels disappointment in himself.

I soiled the bed again. What am I, two?

Feelings of frustration and shame roll off of him. The shower soon ended, and he got dressed, attempting to cover the shame and frustration with a smile so his mom doesn't have to worry even more about him.

He stepped into the kitchen and begun to make a traditional japanese breakfast for mom and himself that morning. He was almost done when his mom showed up. He had his smile up to cover his feelings as he served his mom breakfast. She took one look at him and sighed. 

"Izuku, don't bother hiding it from me. I can see right through you."

Izuku let's his fork gently descend back into his rice as his face burned in shame, trying so hard to stem the flow of tears before they came. He failed that too, soon finding himself in his mother's arms.

"Oh Izukuuu, it's okay. Accidents are nothing to be ashamed of."

"Mom, I'm twelve, I'm too old to be wetting myself like a dumb baby. Ey on won uu e ey amy!!
[I don'twant to be a baby!!]"

Izuku's last sentence, muffled by his mother's bust, still was understood.

"You aren't a baby, but you are my baby. I will always love you Izuku, even if you have accidents. Remember that."

With that, Inko let Izuku go before lookong her baby in the face.

"Have a good day at school, Izuku."

With a smile, she was gone, and so Izuku left too.

Izuku walked to school in a dejected fashion. Here at Aldera, he was a moving target. Here, people saw him as quirkless. There was a point in time where he said he would be a hero, with or without a quirk. That fire, his desire to be a hero has been buffeted at, until only the embers remained. He struggled against so much that it's a surprise he still desires to be a hero.

He makes it to class, there Bakugou Katsuki lounges, the true king of Aldera. Stepping into the classroom, Bakugou is the only one to notice. His small frown becomes a grimace when he sees Izuku is at school. Izuku feels a shiver of fear, but continues to his seat anyway.

Classes go on, Izuku not bothering to interact with anyone as none of the kids want to be friends with the quirkless loser he pretends to be, and the teachers tell him he's wrong when he correctly answers a question only to call the first person to repeat his answer correct. Lunch is spent reading away in the library. The day comes to a close in the last class, and Izuku finds himself cornered by Bakugou and his goons.

They drag him to a bathroom, strip him down to his underwear, tie him to a toilet, and then the fun begins.

Bakugou goes first, looking at his handy work from earlier sessions, star burst scars scattered across Izuku's torso and arms. Bakugou gains a thoughtful look before he smiles in glee.

"You know what Deku, you just got a bingo."

That said, Bakugou placed his hand onto the left side of Izuku's ribcage, where four star burst scars descend in a line. Explosions activates-

AAAAAAAFUEUXJDJDNEBJFKENFOGJDBRJCI-

The hand retreats as Izuku pants, silently crying, silently screaming in his head. The hand finds it's way to other places, like both arms, his belly a few times, and his inner left thigh. Izuku is barely able to stiffle his crying now, visibly trembling before Bakugou. Bakugou smiles at this reaction, so satisfied that with a snap of his fingers, he's off to the side while he lets his goons get to work. Punches, and kicks rain down on his back and left side, Izuku curled over in a weak effort to at least stay alive.

When the goons feel satisfied, Bakugou decides he still needs to teach Deku his place. Grabbing a handful of soft, fluffy green hair, he yanks harshly so he and Deku are face to face.

"You will never be a hero, Deku. You're too pathetic. Hell, no one cares about you, and no one ever will. Remember Deku, no one wants you, not as their friend, not as family, not as their hero."

Bakugou followed those words up with a high momentum slap to Izuku's left side, explosions active the whole time.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

Izuku passed out from the pain.

Chapter 3: RPG Slime and Counterfeit All Might

Notes:

Izuku gets to meet an RPG slime and discount All Might on his way home.

Izuku wakes up in so much pain. His body hurts, as well as his soul. Nothing to do about those, he just has to pick himself up and keep going. So he uses the wall to support himself as he struggles to stand up. He can't even stand up straight, and every movement hurts.

After redressing himself, and tending to any cuts or burns, he limps out of the school, hoping to just get home and rest. That's not possible. On his way home through a shortcut, he gets attacked again, this time by a villain.

Limping under a underpass, Izuku just focuses on making it home. Izuku smells sewage, thinking it was just the sewers being backed up, continued his limp home. If it wasn't for his pain receptors constantly flaring in pain, he would have noticed how his ankles were sticky, and entirely covered in sludge. It took a garbled laugh, and the feeling of being reeled backwards for Izuku to realize he was being abducted. 

He was belly down, in so much pain. Add rug burn to the list of injuries as whatever had him carelessly dragged him backwards. He turned his head, catching sight of large, filthy goldenrod teeth, and dilated eyes locked dead onto him. The hysterical cackling that sounded relieved, his own duress from yet another who would harm him.

At this point, he was almost entirely swallowed up by the goop, head and hands sinking deeper, his horror becoming resignation.

This is how it ends. The world's chew toy. No heroes to help me, no one to truly miss me. My quirk useless since he doesn't have any hair.

By this point, Izuku was suffocating, his body ceasing up as his lungs were forcibly filled with muck, along with everything else. While Izuku was twitching from air loss, his hand clinched on some goop, and the assault on his person halted. Izuku, suffocating like a helmetless astronaut wasn't even thinking when he forced his arm outward, all the crap inside of him being yanked out along with it.

While Izuku hacked the remaining sentient grime out of his lungs, he noted the messy substance splattered on the wall across from him.

Izuku looks around to find the hero that saved him, but no one came. No Thirteen, no Waterhoses, no Present Mic. No Ingenium, no Eraserhead, no Rock Lock. Not even All-

"IT'S ALL RIGHT NOW! WHY?! BECAUSE I AM HERE!"

"..."

All Might did show up, just too late. At least he showed up.

Izuku was forcing down his fanboying the iconic catch phrase caused as All Might leapt through a gunk covered sewer grate. All Might watched Izuku struggle, his face a cloudy sky disrupted by thunderous exuberance. All his efforts were for not as he limped over excitedly, a face-splitting grin in place.

All Might sees an injured youth. He sees the villain he was chasing, the Slime Villain of Musutafu, scattered amongst the wall. Seeing the youth that likely was injured fighting the Slime Villain, he quickly emptied out a garbage can, stuffed the slime villain in, and then lifted the boy into his arms, looking the unassuming boy in the face.

"Excuse me shounen, but did you defeat this villain?"

The boy looked thoughtful before shrugging. 

"Not sure, I mean he ambushed me, just about suffocated me to death, then goes splat into a wall, and no one else was here until you showed up, it could've been a underground hero, but no one's moved to arrest him before you got here, although how I would take down this villain is something I'd like to know, since my quirk is villainous and I use hairs from people to control-"

Izuku stops speaking immediately, hoping his rambling was too fast to hear. When All Might's considerate two handed hold became a crushing one handed vise grip on his burned left arm, Izuku had to stifle what would have been the wailing of a torture victim.

"Vigilantism is illegal, shounen. You clearly have broken the law." 

Izuku is then brought closer to All Might's face. All Might is still giving his signature smile, but the context indicates to Izuku that All Might was getting pleasure from Izuku's pain. 

"Therefore, you are a villain. I hope that if you get out, you decide against breaking the law again."

All Might's booming laughter filled the air. All Might's words were ringing in his ears.

You are a villain.

These words, All Might's visible delight at Izuku's capture, and All Might's victorious laugh, Izuku realized he had to leave. With his least injured arm, he grabbed a upright bang, and made All Might punch himself.

All Might was so busy laughing, he didn't feel the kid grab one of his bangs. He didn't feel his arm move without his input, he didn't even feel the unpowered punch that rendered him unconscious.

Izuku stared on, seeing that he had just controlled the number one hero.

I can't believe I just did that. If he thought I was a villain before...

Choosing to watch his back, Izuku pulled out a strand of hair, and tied it around his pinky finger. Looking up showed a lot of smoke, and a skeleton resemblingAll Might.

Thank goodness! If that were actually All Might, I don't know what I'd do.

Izuku used his quirk again to make the All Might imposter call the police. Still controlling the body, he spoke nervously with the operator on the phone, his voice higher pitched because he didn't want to be arrested for illegal quirk usage, or vigilantism. Or assault with a quirk. He also just so happened to be nervous enough his voice was higher pitched.

"Musutafu Precinct, what's your emergency?"

"H-hi, um..."

"..."

"Hey, everything will be alright, just take a deep breath. We can't help if we don't know what's wrong."

" *sigh* okay... okay, um... so I-I was walking when I f-found this All Might i-imp-imposter fighting some gunky slime. The imposter w-won, then he s-sta-started coughing bl-blood as he became skeletal thin. He's uncon-conscious, b-but breathing."

"Alright, where are they now?"

"[Name Rd] and [Name St]."

"Alright, please stay on the line. I'm sending some help."

"I-I'm sorry, I d-d-don't want to stay here with th-th-them. I-I'm sorry."

Call has disconnected.

Izuku limped away from the scene, directing the imposter to lay down on their side, airways open.

He didn't feel the eyes on him as he went home, nor did he truthfully answer his mother when he got home. He waved off her concerns, saying he got into a fight with a few kids, as they harassed him for being quirkless. Technically the truth, and his mom gave him a warm hug and even took him to the hospital, muttering over her wonderful quirkless son, oh how blessed she is that he doesn't have a villainous quirk, how blessed she felt that he doesn't chase after heroes and villains, or act like his lunatic father ranting and raving about morals. Honestly, she doesn't know what she'd do if Izuku did any of those things. (Inko is in denial of a number of these things.)

They reach the hospital, and Izuku is taken and seen, all the while, eyes focus on his uncovered window, watching him as he's treated and as he rests. 

Chapter 4: A light in the dark

Summary:

Stain stalking the green haired kid. These are some awful doctors.

Notes:

F*** You're Bakudeku. Enjoy some parental Stain|Akaguro Chizome.

Stain watched Izuku from the forest off to the side of the hospital. He sees the doctors, uncaring as they rush through the examination without care, slap some bandages over his injuries and then tell him to get the fuck out. From the tree he's sitting in, he can see Inko arguing with a doctor over how the amount charged was unreasonable when they did not help Izuku at all. He can see the boy, crying in the food court from either aggravated injuries because of uncaring doctors, or emotional pains.

Stain feels the desire to reach out overpower him. Just like that, he's wearing a medical mask and trenchcoat, approaching the boy. Izuku is too preoccupied to notice the stranger standing next to where he's seated. Stain feels more concern as the boy is so far in his head he hasn't heard his approach. Clearing his throat to draw the boy's attention, he speaks in his.

"Hello child. Why so glum?" 

"..."

Izuku just stared at Stain, weary for one, this was the same guy who was murdering heroes earlier today. A trench coat and medical mask make for a poor disguise. For another, his mom always told him not to speak to strangers.

"..."

"I dont bite Child. I just thought you'd need a friend, with how upset you look."

Thinking about it now, Izuku couldn't stop the tears that flowed from his eyes. He couldn't stop remembering how today had gone so wrong, hip lips moving while he was relieving painful memories.

"MomnoIhaveaquirkPleasemomIhaveaquirkIt'snotavillain'squirkMom..."
(Mom, no... I have a quirk. Please mom! I have a quirk, it's not a villain's quirk! Mom...)
"KacchanstopithurtsWhyareyouhurtingmeDon'tyouwanttobeaheroKacchanyou'reavillain..."
(Kacchan stop! It hurts! Why are you hurting me?! Don't you want to be a hero?! Kacchan, You're a villain...)
"IthoughtyouwerearealheroAllMightIthoughtyousaidanyonecouldbeaheroIwaswrongYou'realiarandaimposterIcan'tbelieveIthoughtyouwerearealhero..."
(I thought you were a real hero, All Might! I thought you said anyone can be a hero! I was wrong! You're a liar and a imposter! I can't believe I thought you were a real hero...)

Stain just listened, able to understand manic rambling. Every word had his heart clench more. Inko, neglecting Izuku. No. That can't be. The little Bakugou hurting the Izuku? Why? Why is he hurting Izuku? Izuku calling All Might a fake hero?! This needs investigation.

The boy was starting to turn blue in the face, no sounds coming out but his lips moving furiously in line with his tears. Stain placed a hand calmly on the boy's shoulder, shocking him enough he gasped in air, focusing on breathing after being shocked back into reality.

"Child, you seem to have suffered a lot. How about this, if you ever feel like you can't handle all of that, come to this location."

Stain handed the boy a card for a grocery store.

"I work there, go there and I'll let you stay in the breakroom. Alright?"

The boy nodded.

"Alright, if you need me, just head to this store."

Stain left with a head pat and affectionate hair ruffle. Izuku did not know why, but this stranger just made his whole day. Izuku sat, eyeing the business card, stowing it away when his mother approached him. 

"Izuku, it's time to leave. We were able to zero out your hospital bill, but we're banned for life in exchange. They won't take my health insurance."

Izuku knows they take her insurance here. They just refuse to care for a quirkless person. After that depressing moment, they had gone home

Notes:

I apologize I hibernated. Bit off more than I could chew. Then I saw this again, and something reignited.

Chapter 5: A taste of his own medicine

Summary:

A puppet to his own emotions.

Izuku sat in the living room, trying to distract himself from his burned, bruised, and battered body by listening to his mom as she cooks. She was currently cutting vegetables to add to the meal. He was undecided. He could approach her again, ask if he can reveal his quirk. The alternative was pretend to be quirkless. If he asked to reveal his quirk, his mom may pretend she didn't hear him like usually, or she could get mad at him for "pretending" to have a quirk.

Would his mom still deny he has a quirk if people are hurting him?

"H-hey, mom?"

"Hm? What is it, sweetie?"

"I kn-know you don't w-want to think a-about it, but could I r-"

Izuku was stopped by his lips being forced together. His mom had her fingers pinched in his direction.

"Izuuuu, please stop this. This game of charades is hurting us, hurting me. Please-" Inko is now on her knees, holding Izuku's hands in hers "-I love you. I don't want you to get institutionalized again. You're all I have left!!"

Izuku just felt even worse now, he didn't mean to make his mom cry, he just wanted to reveal his quirk instead of be treated as lesser. His plan to talk to her backfired, resulting in him curling up as he now feels obligated to go with the lie that he was quirkless just to help her feel better.

"M-mom, I-I-I'm s-s-s... s-sorry, I j-j-just wish I h-h-had a q-q-quirk, I'm s-s-sorry!!"

Inko stopped crying for a second to look at him, tears quietly slipping down her cheeks before a small, hopeful smile graces her face.

"I know baby, I know. We are going to need to put you back on your prescription, young man! That will help you tell reality from your thoughts."

Izuku curled into himself even further. The 'prescription' in truth was quirk suppressants. Where his mom got them, he doesn't know. Only thing he does know is that he now feels dread. From being on the receiving end of these for a long time, he believes that this type of quirk suppressant is only to be used and/or ingested every third day for it to cancel a person's quirk without other side effects. His mom forces him to ingest them every morning when he's on the 'prescription'. While she watches, and makes sure he swallows it.

The side effects of daily ingestion appear to be high sensitivity to pain, light, sound, and smell, along with sluggish thoughts, and muscle fatigue. While on quirk suppressants, the usual bullying feels worse than his last bathroom assault. A simple punch would feel like a Detroit Smash. Bright lighting or the sun would feel like a laser focused on his retina. A shout would burst his eardrums. He could never outrun his pursuers not able to think or move fast enough. Izuku knew though, he would do anything for his mother, even endure accidental torture.

After they made up, Izuku went to his room to sleep until dinner was ready. He wanted to enjoy his last moments of clear thought.

Chapter 6: Chapter six

Summary:

School day? School day for Izuku.

Izuku is awake, having had dreams of a spooky scary skeleton man who's blue eyes wouldn't stop drilling into him, bony hands reaching for his neck. Dreams of running from a mob lead by Kacchan. Dreams of his mom shaving her hair off and burning it, while giving him a look that said she trusted him less than she can throw him. How the dolls had their hair removed or were burned with his mother's hair. Dreams of passionate shouting, though he is confused.

Izuku wakes up confused more so than anything else. He leaves his bed, showers, puts on some new clothes, and enters the kitchen. His mom has set the plates. As he sits, she places an innocuous looking blue and yellow pill in his hand. He gives her a pleading look, begging she not put him back on suppressants. Inko stands firm, looking Izuku in the eye.

Izuku, now silently weeping, puts the pill in his mouth, swallows the pill and sips some water. Inko kisses his forehead, and rubs his back, before taking a seat. They have a silent dinner. After the dinner ends, they both go to sleep.

________
Izuku wakes up feeling wet, another nightmare, this time about him making like the sludge villain and painting the walls after getting punched by the All Might imposter. He tries to wash off the shame of peeing the bed, bathing with care to his latest burns, and dressing while the washer goes. He isn't feeling too hungry today. His mom comes in, and prepares breakfast for both of them. He could not look his mother in the eye. But he didn't need to. She hugged him from behind his chair. 

"You'll be alright Izuku." she cooed into his hair, reminding him over and over that's he's not a baby, that he'll get it right. He barely acknowledges her, too busy berating himself. He goes to school feeling insecure. He finally reaches Aldera junior high, walking into the building. He sees some groups of kids grouping up on lonesone individuals, demanding things. One of those happened to be a version of the female uniform behaving as though occupied by someone. No one other than Bakugou Katsuki and his lackies speaking.

"C'mon! No one would see you, invisibitch! You can either do it during lunch or me and the extras will get what's ours!"

Whatever was in those clothes seemed frightened, shaking, saying something about not wanting him. She, because the disembodied voice was feminine, did not like or love Bakugou. He was an asshole, according to the voice. Bakugou seemed to turn a bit red in the face, hands balled at his sides, the smell of burnt sugar wafting through the air.

"KACCHAN!!"

"DO YOU WANT YOUR ASS KICKED NERD!!?"

That was all it took for the empty uniform to book it outside and away. Bakugou has been cockblocked, he recognizes the primal urge to hurt something, and he willingly gives in. Izuku could never have ran fast enough. It was eleven steps in the opposite direction that sees Izuku with his collar yanked so hard towards Bakugou that his windpipe was blocked. A hard landing, careless dragging off to an unused classroom that aggravated his cuts, bruises, and burns. Getting more bruises and burns from Bakugou. Bakugou has blown off steam, and leaves for class. Izuku can't get up, everything feels hurt. He's covered in more burns and bruises. His clothes are ripped and tattered, his right pectoral and pale belly on display. Star shaped handprints where the holes were seared into his skin. Eyes blacked out and swollen, lip busted, nose broken. He's in so much pain, he just rests.

And rests.

And rests.

Eventually, the door opens. One of his teachers. She's come here because he wasn't in class.

"Deku, for skipping class, you've earned detention during lunch. If you don't clean this mess right now-" the teacher pointed at his spittle and blood which sprinkled the desks and floor. "-then you will have detention for lunch period all week. In addition, because of this mess, you will be sitting out of the next exam." Izuku was feeling really disheartened as he fetches cleaning supplies and begins swiping desks, seats, the floor, and anything with his fluids on it. He finishes, wanting to just leave.

"Not so fast, Deku. You missed a spot!"

He cleaned everything, there is nothing else-

He heard a 'ku.ach' sound, followed by a wet impact. Looking over, Izuku saw a loogie on a table. He heard the 'ku.ach' sound some more, along with more wet impacts. Once again, the room was covered in fluids. Izuku didn't get a choice, he was forced to clean it up too. Finally, he was able to limp out of the room. He made it to the second to last class.

He sat through his last two classes without paying attention before heading to lunch. Lunch was often spent secluded either in the library, on the roof, or in a bathroom. This helped him as the chances of food being destroyed or stolen lowered. Today he was lucky. Izuku remained undisturbed in the library.

After lunch, Izuku started the trek back home. He's been beaten an inch from unconsciousness, he can't afford to get caught. He somehow manages escaping without being detected. He limps down bustling streets, enters and locks the front door of his house.

Notes:

I decided updates would be irregular. I can't seem to commit to a schedule or a single work, and even now my minds buzzing with three or four other ideas I'm considering turning into one-shots instead of full blown works.

Chapter 7: Chapter seven

Summary:

It's a dream, that's it.

Izuku sat, limp as a doll. He tried to move his limbs, to turn his head, but he couldn't for the life of him. All he could do was face the room around him. A room that looked vaguely like his, except enlarged to the point he felt and looked like a doll in his room. Time passed, his boredom suppressing his confusion and anxiety. Eventually, the plataeu he rests on starts shaking. The door, basically another wall to him, opens, filling the air with a eerie creak. In steps a thin woman, head cleanly shaven and dressed in smart casual wear. The woman's green eyes landed on him.

"My sweet, little Izuku. Don't worry, mama's here."

It wasn't long before he was seated in the palm of her hand. She carried his limp body into an enlarged version of his house's kitchen, setting him into a minature chair by a tiny table on the enlarged kitchen table. Izuku just sits there, watching the woman who looked like his mom cook what appears to be an egg. It's not much later he has a scaled down plate filled with some miniature fluffy omelets on it. They look good.

The woman sits behind him, her own plate of omelets in front of her. She helps him eat his fluffy omelets, showing much care, with every bite she helps him take, he can feel the care and love. He stops trying to move, letting her do her thing while he enjoys the warm atmosphere. Still passively eating omelets with this caring woman, when his hair falls in front of his face. He feels a disturbance in the force, the warm atmosphere becoming chillingly, bitingly cold. 

"Alright sweetie, it's time for your medicine. Open wide." Says the woman.

He goes with it, the woman seeming to only care for him. Despite not being able to, he still tries to comply and open his mouth for her. He feels two fingers press on the jaw bones, his mouth opening wide. He started panicking when a pill the size and length of his forearm was pushed into his mouth. He was choking, gagging on the pill as the woman continued pushing the pill down his throat. He felt his tears falling from his eyes in a frenzy. The pill finally settled, causing great strain and discomfort as it pushed his intestines into his ripcage and painfully stretched out his stomach.

With the pill finally consumed, the woman started rocking him back and forth in her arms. He is confused, she showed she cared when feeding him, but forced that pill on him. He is scared, he hated medicine. He is despairing, without any autonomy, at the will of this vexing woman, so stressed from it all he couldn't relax despite her gentle rocking.

While staring at the sweet, clean shaven woman, he heard another ominous creak, like when she found him initially. The woman turns her head away from him to stare at something out of his sight. She speaks, but he can't quite make it out with the stress from eating that large pill. The sounds of boots and resulting tremors he felt alerted Izuku to the presence of someone new. It sort of looked like a large, blonde six year old. The closer the blonde got, the more clear his smirk became.

"Hey auntie, I want to play with Izuku." said the blonde. Izuku felt himself being handed over to small, careless hands. He felt the hands tighten around his midsection without care, pain and breathing difficulties being the result. He was carried outside to a playground, where the blonde met two kids by the sandpit. One is a chubby brunette six year old with warped wings, a mix of healthy red, and discolored yellow, black, and brown. The other was a black haired six year old with long fingers. The blond raised Izuku into the air, squeezing more on the way up.

"Alright extras, auntie gave me her Deku. Fatty, you get to play villain this time." said the blonde.

With that said, Izuku found himself flying at the face of the brunette. The brunette ducks, and Izuku's back impacts a tree at the edge of playground. Izuku felt it, but is incapable of crying out in pain, his body out of control. It's not long before he's being held by his calf, being carelessly dragged around by the brunette as the blonde and blacked haired kids chased after him. His body frequently contoured to match the arc of the trees he was carelessly smashed into.

Eventually the brown haired kid trips, and Izuku falls into a shallow creek. The water quickly soaks through his clothes. When he's finally fished out, his body feels cold, shivering. He still isn't able to move by choice though. He's once again faced with the blonde child. The child looks contemplative for a moment, before taking a sparking hand and wrapping it around Izuku. At first the sparking dried his clothes. When Izuku flinched due to one of the pops burning him, the blonde grinned like before, and created his most intense sparks. Izuku could only scream internally as he was subjected to sparks that scorched and burned his skin, while charring his clothes. It wasn't long before the two others joined, long, bony fingers viciously poking his eyes and throat while sharp teeth bore down on his body. Izuku would cry if he had the ability. He feels he's leaking.

"Extra! Stop that shit! You're tearing the stuffing out!" 

Izuku managed to see his leg bleeding from a puncture wound, before he felt his existence being torn asunder. The blonde and brown hair kids were pulling his arms from either side, trying to reclaim him.

"Let go extra! This is my toy!" Izuku felt an impossible stretch. Pull, and **pull**, and ***pull***. Izuku was being pulled apart, his chest openly bleeding, his arms pulled from the sockets. He couldn't understand the squabbling children anymore because all he could see, all he could hear was white.

The sounds of shouting and footfalls caught his attention, he could feel a bodily ache, but didn't feel like he was being torn limb from limb anymore. That's when a big dog made itself known, coming into his field of vision. Finding himself be thrown around, bitten even harder than the bird kid. Izuku just wanted it to stop, why is everything hurting him? Why can't he be a person too?

He was being picked up again. He couldn't see them, but it felt gentle. He was so tired.

"Sleep, my son." a voice said with absolute conviction. "It will be okay."

For the first time during this all, Izuku could move. He closed his eyes, returning to dresms of saving others.

Notes:

This was supposed to be a double update on Christmas.

Notes:

Will touch up on chapter one after a bit