As soon as he opened the door, a foul stench filled my nose. Though I haven't smelt too many smells at the time that I've been alive, I could tell that it was the smell of a room that hadn't been opened in years. I opened the window and dissolved the parent figures that I generated. As soon as I did, I collapsed from overusing my quirks. I used it too much with teleporting and generating such huge objects, then to top it off, to make them speak and to translate it into Japanese. It was too much for my five year old body to handle. Not too long after I collapsed, I had fallen asleep. I woke to the sound of people yelling, which was very familiar. As I opened my eyes, I remembered that the window was open so I then shut it and turned to look at my new house. I look in the kitchen to notice that it will do just fine since I already knew how to cook. I then went to check out the bedroom.
As I did, I whispered to myself, "Wow, what a big bedroom! I didn't have one this size back home."
That hell hole that you still call "home" isn't your home anymore. It's just a memory now, so don't call it "home" ever again. This is your new home.
I then responded to myself as I walked out of the bedroom towards the bathroom, "You're right."
As I peeked into the bathroom I notice that it's not like one that I have ever seen. The toilet had a sink on top of the tank and the washer and dryer were next to it while the shower and tub were in a little side room across from the dryer. I then walk back to the main room and stood at the window, looking out over the new area that I will now call home. I could see a set of train tracks and a few stores while the other buildings were dilapidated looking houses along with other cheap apartments. I turned around to look at my new home. It looked a little dingy, I thought to myself. I then proceeded to generate a broom and a mop.
Just as I did so, I realized that I didn't have the books that I was forced to read back in America. They were the only things that I could read, so I then quickly teleport back to the house and grabbed the set of encyclopedias that were in a box labeled 'Stuff Y/N can use'. I then quickly got out of there and placed the box on the counter in the kitchen for the time being.
Why the hell did you take those? You were forced to read dictionaries. It wasn't easy for you to read them, yet now you decide to take them? Though, I'm stuck in your head, I don't understand you at times.
I then picked up the broom and started sweeping, starting in the bedroom. As I did so, I replied to myself, "I suppose that it helps better my vocabulary."
You do have a point.
I then asked, "How did you get in my head?"
Oh, you'll see when you get older.
I then thought to myself, 'How vague.' and continued to sweep.
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Heroes Need Saving Too (BNHAxReader)
FanfictionA teenage girl who has a troubled past has to become the number one hero in order to prove that she is not what her past makes her seem to be. So, what if I were to tell you that a hero has to save other people, but there is no one to save that hero...
