It's a Plan(et)

Chapter 6

"Come on," Tomura drawled, hands outstretched, beckoning. "I don't have a bowl, Midoriya. Toss it on over here instead of giving it to the dolluns! Please!"

Tomura didn't think he'd actually do it. He was just bored, and, well, it would be nice to have a bowl to add to his growing collection of meal trays and water bottles. So, he was pleasantly surprised when Midoriya shrugged, shoved the bowl through the bars that barely fit, and tossed it in his direction.

Tomura snatched it out of the air and quickly maneuvered it into the cell before the dolluns could try to snatch it from his hands, not that he thought they would actually try such a courageous thing, but that he wasn't willing to risk it for the sake of adding the bowl to his collection all the same.

He smiled in triumph at the dolluns because they seemed to hate that, then strolled over to the extra box of weird, pastel grasses that were not dead, and deposited the bowl. It was far enough away from all sides of the cell that even if the dolluns got the aliens from the cells next to theirs to cooperate in trying to get Tomura's stash relinquished back to his captors, they wouldn't be able to reach. Besides, Tomura and A'zawa shared a box to sleep in, so that extra box could be used as storage, no problem.

He was just starting to fully relax from Midoriya's weird announcement that he had a bad feeling earlier when two more dolluns showed up with one of those moth-aliens in the lead. What were those things called again? A drato? Why don't these NPCs come with subtitles? It would make everything so much easier!

"A'zawa?" Tomura whispered, trying not to draw attention to himself, seeing as how tense A'zawa and H'zashi seemed when they noticed the approaching trio. "Drato, right?"

"Dreto," A'zawa corrected easily, but then turned its eyes back to the aliens quickly coming down the corridor.

A'zawa's fur at the back of its neck was standing on edge and the ears on the top of its head stood straight up to catch any hints of conversation the approaching aliens might have been having. Tomura wished that he understood their language, that he could eavesdrop, too, or at least be able to get the information from A'zawa.

Tomura did not think it was a good sign that they were carrying weapons with them. The dolluns only seemed to have plain, smooth sticks in their clutches, but the dreto was carrying a larger, much more fearsome looking weapon, something that looked like it came straight from one of Tomura's video games. Tomura was not surprised that they stopped in front of their cells instead of choosing some other poor souls to harass, but was a little selfishly relieved that they chose to pick on Midoriya first so he could at least gather some intel about what exactly the weapons did before they turned them on him.

Midoriya didn't stand a chance, not having a moment to even defend himself before the dreto aimed that huge weapon at him and fired. The weird thing that shot out of the weapon affixed itself to Midoriya's face, almost like it was made specifically for Midoriya's face.

Shigaraki wouldn't have been surprised if that were the case with how many times they were scanned on their transit to this goddamn fuckhole of a planet. They probably did have the specifications to model something to fit his face perfectly, and Tomura's face, too, though he wondered how accurate one would be for him since he was decidedly not as cooperative and did not stay nearly as still as the passed-out Midoriya while the aliens were trying to get scans and gather data from him.

Tomura watched helplessly as Midoriya struggled to pry the thing off his face, first, then reached around his head to try to get the arms off that were latched around the back of his head, firmly in his hair. It wasn't budging. Tomura felt the dread pool in the pit of his stomach as the clear dome over the front of Midoriya's nose and mouth filled with a white, foggy gas.