Their Book, Another's Story [REACTION]

A theatre? Wait-WHAT?!

[Posted on 12/24/22]
[Edited on 12/25/22, 12/29/22]

A/N: Welcome, welcome! This is the 2nd book I've uploaded! Constructive criticism is welcome! Is a character acting a bit unnatural? is there a grammar error? Comment about it and I might fix it!
Let it be known, I haven't actually watched My Hero Academia yet. Most of what I know come from the wiki, the fandom and fanfiction.
...so, low chance of it being close to canon.

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'thoughts'
"Speech"
"English Speech"
"Past speech/SCREAMING"
(Action/onomatopoeia)

!!Content Warning: Swearing!!

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POV: 3rd person

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Within the depths of the centre, you could see an unfamiliar tall humanoid figure with a long ponytail and wings the length of it's body scurrying around a small studio that was overlooking a medium sized theatre.

If you looked close enough, there was two strangely smooth humanoid robots, dismantled and stuffed away under a desk.

(RINNG RINNG RINNGG)
Then screams of confusion, surprise and fear rung through the security camera's feed.

"fuck."

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~Flashback~
(Moments ago...)

POV: 3rd person

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Class 1-A was chattering and relaxing as the early hours of homeroom ticked by slowly, their homeroom teacher—Shota Aizawa, AKA Eraserhead—was very soundly sleeping in the front of the class in his neon yellow sleeping bag as his class continued their conversations.

Unnoticed to many, if not all, in the room, the shadow in the darkest corner of the classroom seemed to grow ever so slightly more.

But unlike his classmates, the one ever present in the darkness seemed to notice the increase.
Fumikage Tokoyami glanced towards the corner, wondering if the light was playing tricks on his eyes.

But he couldn't wonder about it anymore as bright RGB colors flashed into his eyes, staining everything he looked at.

Bright, eye-piercing colors coated all the desks, chairs, walls and even classmates he saw within his vision. And it wasn't just him, no, but all those that are within Class 1-A from the students to the lone homeroom teacher.

Each saw the same RGB flash and consequently had their reality dipped into a random spectrum of color.

As cries of both fear and confusion rung throughout the class, the homeroom teacher saw the flashing within his own eyes and immediately got out of his own neon sleeping bag—which he noticed had been turned into a color of highlighter green—to prepare for a fight.

....but a fight didn't come as he looked carefully and slowly around the class, it was only him and a few panicking students. Listening in close enough, he could hear the sound of footsteps drawing closer towards their classroom—most likely another teacher that was sent to check out the loud screaming.

Then the floor was gone.

Some cries either stopped from surprised or only increased more, their impaired vision didn't help ease the panic as each started to get more disorientated. Adding with the clinks and clanks of stray desks and chairs being hit against each other or the students, and the falling void becomes much harder to focus on.

When they blinked, all of them stood at the front of a theatre. Everyone's vision back to normal, that much was made clear when none of the dreaded bright colors could be seen anywhere in sight except as a small tag in spray paint ontop of a box-like room that had blackened out glass by the front. Most likely one way glass.