This chapter was inspired by SugaryGrimmReaper 's Fanfiction, "Draw with me"! I urge you to check it out, it's a really good fic! And if horror doesn't suit your tastes, they also have a bunch of other really nice fics!
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Everything looked hazier. And it was cold. Very cold. The mist around her started to clear, she instantly felt herself fall through the mist, coming to a halt. She was lying down, gun in her mouth. It was all the same, only this time, Tomura, Kurogiri and Master were standing above her. A girl sat in the corner of the room, she seemed to be around 5 but Y/n had never seen her before. The people standing above her started chanting in sync. She could feel her body being restrained more and more. Pinned down by gravity
Uncontrollable monster
Thief
Insane
You Demon!
She looked Tomura in the eyes. His ruby eyes gazing down on her, "This, is a dream... think logically, Y/n" She whispered to herself, "They would never do this." Her eyes became that same gold colour when she was looking down on Eraserhead the day of the USJ raid.
"I am not going to fall for this," Tomura bent down caressed her cheek and pushed the gun further down her throat. The cold metal glided down further than the gun could possibly reach. It felt like liquid metal was flowing down her throat, flowing down her like a snake. He smiled sadistically above her chanting. Her eyes rolled back from the pain, her throat felt sore and warm,
You're pathetic
Is that your best?! Really?
I expected more...
Y/n found the power to speak past the gun stuck in her mouth,"The real Tomura would never say that!"
The males in the room turned to dust and the lights in the room flickered off, leaving her in darkness. She could hear the sound of the gun as it hit the wooden floorboards, Y/n began to throw up what ever the long line of metal was in her mouth. When the lasts bits of it came out she gagged, a silver snake slithered away in front of her.
Y/n managed to stand up looking around cautiously. She was teleported to the USJ building, this time she was all alone. The colours of the multiple biomes around her felt more drained. More, grey. In the middle stood a girl. Green hair. No visible eyes, but a chilling laughter. She seemed like an older version of the child sitting in the bar.
