Strings (BNHA x OC) [Rewrite]

27 || Questioning

"Yes, Tomura Shigaraki," Kurogiri responded while Puppet silently accepted with a short nod.

Shigaraki closed the door and left, leaving the room relatively quiet. Only when the warp villain's deep voice spoke was the silence broken.

"For the time being the best thing for you to do is remain silent unless you are asked a question," he said to the two restrained heroes.

"Why are you giving them advice?" Puppet asked, "Let them figure their own way out of this."

"Well it would be rather anticlimactic if they were to misbehave and get themselves killed within the next hour," Kurogiri countered.

Puppet sighed. "I guess you're right."

Both the heroes had the same mindset after listening to the conversation: don't piss off the villains.

——

Around five-or-so minutes later, the door to the room opened again and a few villains, led by Shigaraki, walked in. Now joining the group was Mr. Compress, Toga, and Twice.

"I don't know where Magne or Dabi are. Kurogiri, go find them," Shigaraki ordered.

"And Hawks?" Puppet questioned.

The leader shrugged, uncaring of the former hero.

Kurogiri nodded, accepting his task to find the others and leaving the room. With the warp villain—who was arguably the most sensible of the villain group—gone, it wasn't exactly helpful to the heroes' situation.

"Hiya!" Toga greeted with a wide smile.

"I do apologize for the methodology we used to get you both here," Mr. Compress apologized to the heroes.

Puppet chuckled to herself. "I don't."

"I'm sure you know what we plan to do, but I'll tell you anyways in case you're slow," Shigaraki started. He gestured to Toga. "We plan to have Toga here take your place in UA for a bit. Show them."

Toga hummed and stripped off her clothes. Under her school-girl outfit was a skin-tight spandex suit that kept her decency.

She pulled out a vial of blood and opened it. The heroes cringed as they watched her lift it to her lips and take a small sip.

The teen began to morph and change. She became taller, more masculine, and her hair changed to black. She changed to the point where her form resembled Eraser Head exactly, down to the hero costume and even his eye color.

Both the heroes cringed at the unnerving feeling of the imposter now in the room.

"How do I look?" Toga asked cheerfully in Eraser Head's voice.

"Great!" Twice enthusiastically answered.

"I do believe that you need these Toga." Mr. Compress caught her attention. He lifted two blue marbles in one of his hands and snapped the fingers of the other. The marbles decompressed into the erasure hero's capture weapon and goggles. He handed them to her.

"It's too plain," Toga whined at the dull grey color of the scarf.

"Just put it on," Shigaraki snapped.

Toga stuck her tongue out at the man that really needed to invest in some chapstick. She slid the scarf along with the goggles over her head to around her neck.

"Now how do I look?" Toga asked.

Twice gave her a thumbs up. "Perfect! Similar enough."

"I think you look a bit too similar." Puppet smirked as she walked over to the restrained Eraser Head.

Her smirk turned into a wide grin. The erasure hero sucked in a sharp breath as she harshly grabbed a fistful of his hair.

Present Mic instantly reacted, pulling at the chains around him. "Wait! Wait! Stop! Let go of him!" His pleas only fell onto deaf ears as he was ignored.

Another small grunt of pain left Eraser Head as Puppet yanked his head to the side, exposing the left side of his face. His eyes tightly shut in response to the sudden pain.

She ejected a throwing knife into her free hand and lifted it up to his cheekbone — about an inch and a half to the side of his ear.

Eraser Head's eyes snapped back open as the blade of the throwing knife agonizingly slowly and painfully pressed into his flesh. He tried to jerk his head away from Puppet, but she held his hair firmly, keeping his head in the exact same place.

His nostrils flared, expression twitching with a mixture of anger and pain. With his head held still, he struggled in the chair, jerking his body as much as possible.

"Stay still," Puppet growled. "I'll make a bigger cut if you don't, then you can be in more pain."

Eraser Head stopped himself from moving. He clamped his eyes shut, grit his teeth, and clenched his hands into fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

She slowly dragged the knife down his face making a cut about three inches long. Blood started to escape the wound and made a thin stream down his cheek.

She let go of the now injured hero and took a step back. She looked over him, admiring her work. "Now you two don't look exactly the same."

Even though Puppet wasn't near him anymore, Eraser Head's face was scrunched up in anticipation that she would come back.

"Well, we let them know what we're doing. I'm going." Shigaraki turned and walked out, pushing his way past the other League members.

"I'm gonna go too," Toga announced, still using Eraser Heads voice. "Twice, come play cards with me."

"Sure!" Twice followed her as she left the room.

Now only Puppet and Mr. Compress remained.

Eraser Head glared at the black-and-white villain with hatred-filled eyes. She only smirked.

Mr. Compress held his hand out to the female villain. "Let's go, my dear."

She took his hand and he politely led her out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Present Mic quickly asked about his friend's injury. "How bad is it?"

"It's not as bad as it looks," Eraser Head assured, "but it's aught to get worse if it doesn't get treated properly."

The voice hero worried for his friend. They were powerless, and the plan that the villains had was well thought-out and very nearly foolproof.

Neither of them knew their next move. They needed help, but that wasn't likely to come soon. Until help arrived, or an opportunity to escape presented itself, they would have to wait.