Shigaraki had creaked open the busted up door into his makeshift home with somber, something clearly bugging the young adult as his ass-cheeks clapped in pain. Sitting said ass-cheeks down onto the barstool, the asscheeks ceasing their sad claps once he did so. His head turning to spot the TV that had been only used for hotwheel commercials and hero news ever since his master had gotten caught by that BITCH all might. His self pity party lengthening itself with the sad thoughts that had muddled into his head.
" God fucking damnit, how the HELL am I supposed to play baldis basics with this shit? " He sighed, scratching at his wounded neck. His eyes going blank in complete boredom and misery, for once hoping Dabi's annoying swamp ass would enter the room. Tapping his fingers in such a way that the counter below him wouldn't disintigrate
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The dark night
General FictionA sheet of darkness covered the bar, shambled buildings and fallen warehouses lay idle around the League of villains' hideout. A relatively normal night for the few who lived there... living, anyways. ( this is a joke, max please dont kill me </3...
