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"Hey! Over here! Don't you want a new friend, you Red freaks?!" Eri heard Monoma shout, instantly attracting all of the blobs to his location.
Eri's blood ran cold. No! What are you doing?! She thought, fighting the urge to scream them out loud.
"That's right! Come get your new friend!" Monoma yelled for what Eri knew was the last time. She saw him run down the road, away from where she was hiding. The blobs followed him, including the Turned Hizashi.
When they were far enough away, Eri wiped the tears that fell down her face before quickly going to the Journal and picking it up, tucking it beneath her arm as she ran back to the bunker. She nearly vomited when she heard Monoma's screams shortly after.
As Eri climbed through the vent that led to the bunker's entrance, she tried coming up with ways to break the news to the remaining others. She knew their reactions would be far from good, despite the issues they've had with Monoma in the past (or so she's heard).
She just hoped none of them puked. She wasn't sure if she could hold it in then.
Eri closed her eyes tightly as she activated her quirk; feeling her horn light up, she clutched the journal to her chest, not wanting it to slip from her hands at the last second. Hearing everyone's encouragements from all around her, she continued to hold onto hope that this plan would work. They all needed it to work.
Cheers sounded from her group, fueling the steadily growing hope inside of her. She kept pushing her quirk, trying to ignore the exhaustion chipping away at her. She couldn't pass out. Not now.
The voices around her suddenly stopped, causing her heart to skip a beat. Did it work? Eri thought to herself. She felt the air shift, and then the sound of an alarm blaring inside the now empty room confirmed her thoughts.
Eri heard a door open, and a slew of new voices reached her ears. She slowly opened her eyes and nearly began to cry once she saw younger versions of Principal Nedzu, Aizawa, and an unknown man on the other side. She didn't care that their expressions were ones of extreme caution; all she knew was that it worked. She successfully went back in time.
With this new feeling of safety being held by her heart, the exhaustion finally caught up to her. She fainted, still clutching the journal to her chest tightly.