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Midoriya was standing up fixing his school uniform underneath the tunnel passageway. He felt light headed and he could barely process his thoughts but he knew what was happening was wrong.
Because he couldn’t move, his eyes were watching everything but he had no control over his body. Midoriya felt a thousand leagues under the sea, slowly pulling himself out of the fog, but his actions were being made with precise precision.
What’s going on? Why is this-
His thoughts started to link together as his head cleared. The last thing he remembered
Choking, suffocating as he helplessly grabbed at slime.
Green sludge poured into his lungs and quickly clogged his veins. He kicked and fought, feeling his body being picked off the ground by the villain. Every inch of his body was burning as he tried to fight but it was useless, the man was made of liquid, nothing he did would help.
The sleazy sounding man cackled “Thanks for the help, really had to get away from those heroes. I’ll make sure your body doesn’t go to waste though.”
Please not like this, he thought. Not yet, not now, now today. I can’t die yet! I’ve barely had a chance to do anything in life.
He kept trying to scream but all the oxygen in his body was already forced from his lungs and filled with grotesque sludge. He just squirmed around, crying for someone to come. Tears poured from his eyes but,
but nobody came
He kicked and wished for anyone to come but with no air, his limbs grew weak, his mind slowing to nothingness.
His silent pleas were left unanswered as his legs stopped kicking and his eyelids drooped down.
His consciousness faded to black and now he was here, still in his body but not controlling it. He just watched as the villain moved his body, adjusting to his new form.
He bent down picking up the backpack that was dropped in the struggle. Something was in his hands as he used his other to dig through Midoriya's bag. He went through all the pockets of it and ended up swiping his train car. He pushed over notebooks, textbooks and different sheets of paper till he found his bento box at the bottom of the bag.
“This will do fine.” He opened us up and
oh my god oh my god holy fuck what the fuck
Two severed eyes were carelessly dropped inside. They were bloody with cut optical cords draped behind them. His stomach churned seeing the blank and very noticeably green eyes.
“Oh god not again.” What is he- “Most people stay unconscious or just die when this happens ya’ know. I can feel this stomach churning and it’s not like I don’t feel this underlying sense of panic so I know you’re ‘awake.’” The villain did air quotes. “I need this body to not pale and start smelling so I’ve gotta let you live. I’m trying to get out of the city and you’re going to help me. I can’t hear you or whatever but maybe if you don’t fuck this up I won’t kill you because I can easily block any and every system in your body and let you suffocate.”
He shut the box and threw it into the bag. The villain just threw his backpack over his shoulder.
“Good luck living the rest of your life blind though, I doubt they will get to reattach those. I needed to put my eyes somewhere though. I have no idea how you’re seeing by the way. My body pulls together wounds naturally so I’m guessing it has to do with that. Kinda like how you're conscious in a way. Could because your brain is still together all the way so you still make chemical responses in the body or that my actual body is connecting you to everything. I can’t wait around and ask my victims what it was like so I haven’t done too much research in all of this. Don’t take my word for law.”
He pats down Midoriya's body, looking for something. He finds what he wants in his side pockets and pulls out his phone. He swipes the screen to put in camera mode.
He could see himself now. His hair still in a tangled, unruly mess and his freckles thrown across his face but his eyes were different now. The white sclera were greenish if a bit yellow and instead of his wide green irises, the eyes were a dark red. They were much more slitted too and anyone who knew him would know something was off if they saw him.
“You look much better with these. You have to have some appreciation because they really give you a nice aesthetic, matches the hair and all.”
Please don’t talk about me that way. You tore out my eyes.
Midoriya didn’t even want to think about it. He couldn’t look away like he wanted, his eyes were being controlled by the sludge villain just as much as the rest of him. Everything was just in his peripheral, right out of sight. The only thing worth of note just made him feel sick. His gakuran was black so it was hard to see but the collar down looked wet, probably covered blood. His blood.
The villain tucked the phone away again. “You really don’t have any cash on you? Yesh, you really make me wish someone else was hanging out under this tunnel. I’ve already noticed you don’t have a quirk.”
They started unbuttoning the top portion but saw the blood had bleed through into the white shirt underneath. It was less noticeable on the black fabric so a silent choice was made to grip the top edges to try and wring out blood, which led to a few metallic drops to hit the asphalt ground before buttoning it back up.
The villain walked back the way Midoriya came. It was a complete scene change, suddenly the streets were filled with people again. People on their way home to families after work or kids with friends after school. Midoriya tried to move but it was like being wrapped in concrete. He couldn’t twitch his finger or blink for himself. Any attempt at controlling his body was out of the window. Even an utterance of help couldn’t be made. It wasn’t like anyone would be able to. The villain was purely liquid and very specific heroes would have to help.
Actually, many could help it just depended if they noticed the villains eyes, piped up the analytical side of his head. Unlike the rest of him the eyes were solid, he had to make room for his own by pushing out my own.
It was still a hopeless situation. They wouldn’t find out soon enough, would they? He was going to suffocate and die and nothing would be done because nothing could be done and he was just going to be another victim of who else this villain has taken over before getting tossed in a ditch.
As long as nothing went wrong he wouldn’t die he tried to remind himself in a mantra but his intrusive thoughts stabbed him in the back.
How long was that going to last though? His mom would call if she found out he wasn’t home when she came back from work and that would be in about an hour. Midoriya’s friend list consisted of people online, so there was no chance of him running into them. Mainly different kids he met on Discord all ranging from Japan to Denmark, to Scotland, to America. Which meant everyone showed up at different hours and with how many sleep problems half of them had, it was also completely random if they followed their time zone at all. They wouldn’t find it weird if he wasn’t offline for a few hours too.
The villain needed to get out of the city and probably a bit further. Depending on what train he took, considering they would take different amounts of time, all longer than an hour. If someone caught on in any way then he was screwed.
‘Everything is hanging together purely based on luck then, because I always have so much of that.’ He thought to himself, sarcastically.
They walked out to a nearby train station and Midoriya listened to the birds chirp as his body moved itself. It actually wasn’t so bad not being able to control your body. Once you calm down from the panic attack and adjust to the fact that you might die, you can almost enjoy the scenery.
As his transportation card slid through the reader and they passed through harmlessly, Midoriya watched on through the other’s eyes. It was like a movie. He could feel his clothes against his skin and the weight of his own bag but every action wasn’t his own. It wasn’t himself walking or waving to a janitor as they emptied a bin.
Boarding the train, the villain took a seat in a back corner and pulled out his phone again. The phone automatically unlocked with the press of Midoriya’s fingerprint because damn himself for not using a regular password.
A quick look through of the apps and the man opened text messages, easily picking out the contact labeled ‘Mom’. Panic spiked in Midoriya, what did he plan on typing?
He scrolled up through previous conversations, briefly reading bits of conversations about dinner questions and updates about if someone was going to be coming home late for assorted reasons.
He selected the type box, which carried him back to the last few texts.
Going to watch some villain fights now that school's out. That alright with you?
They watched the screen for a few seconds before three white dots appeared.
Yes just don’t stay out after the sun goes down. I’m making pan fry tonight
Wow, thanks mom for noticing I’m not really sending that.
He internally groaned. He knew there was no reason for it to seem suspicious, especially for something that sounded a lot like what he’d send. There goes his chance of heroes being alerted though.
The ride itself was uneventful. The villain made no effort to do anything else. He leaned back into their seat and watched the cityscape through the train's window. Living as a career criminal you probably didn’t get to sit in public freely.
Midoriya aligned with the villain for one minute. In that time they both stayed quiet taking in the view. It was entering four pm and the sun was lower in the sky. It beamed through different glass on buildings and illuminated people walking through the streets. There was no music to fill his ears but the sounds of quiet talks and the occasional tapping of nails on phones spared him of total silence. It was just . . . peaceful. The scenic view was a quiet break from the active hostage situation.
At least there was something nice about this day
Moving along the tracks the train eventually slowed reaching the next station.
The villain, god it’s getting annoying to just say ‘the villain’, had stopped talking to Midoriya. He walked them into another shopping district, this one with fewer people around.
Brushing through their hair a few times he entered a convenience store. He just grabbed a basket and walked to the back of the store. Plastic Love by Marius Takeuchi was playing on the store speakers. Walking slowly through the isles, grabbing a lunch bento and different candies. He bent down and grabbed a small packet of melon bread. Quietly under his breath,
“For everybody's sake you better be able to run.”
Red flags, red flags, red flag, red flags
Nope, nope we ain’t doing this today, not ever. I was starting to hate you less and now you start saying ominous shit like this!
His screams went unheard by anyone but himself. Rather, instead of running away like he wanted his body to do, he walked up to the store clerk with a soft smile on both their faces. The clerk was an older woman, hair gray in places, with glasses square on her face. She had pointed ears with fuzz across them. Probably some sort of horse mutation.
She doesn’t deserve whatever slime man plans
“This will be all?” The woman asked, scanning items and placing them in a plastic bag.
“Oh, one more thing.” His voice switching from sickly sweet to threatening voice just like when he first attacked. “I want you,” still smiling, “to put all the money from the register into the bag.”
The clerk put her hands up and eyed Midoriya up and down, probably trying to guess any obvious quirk. He wasn’t holding any weapons so it was clear it was his quirk he intended to use. His eyes could easily be explained as a secondary mutation because Midoriya Please go along with this and we’ll leave
She reached for the register, lowering both of her hands. Something the villain noticed.
“Keep your hands where I can see them.” He focused his eyes on her name tag.
“Like you said Mrs. Ito. I’d hate for heroes to be called because then I just might have to make some brash decisions.”
Midoriya hated how smug he sounded. The way the threats poured out in his own voice.
Wrong it was all wrong it’s not him
The woman, Mrs Ito, opened the register taking out the different stacks of yen and slipping them into the bag with a ‘Thank You Come Again’ placed around a printed on smiley face emoji.
“Tie the top ends into a knot too. Don’t want to lose any of it now.”
God was this guy’s cocky and obnoxious. He didn’t seriously see himself as charming???
She did what he asked and handed it over. Midoriya could feel his fingers wrapping themselves tightly in the loops. Just like that the villain gave a dragged out “Thank You!” as he bolted out the door, laughing like a mad man.