Strings attached

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Quirks.

They make up around 80% of the modern population. The first known quirk was discovered in china, after that people around the world started to have this weird unusual powers.

Back when quirks were still new , if you had a quirk you were considered a freak. Nowadays it's become the norm and not having one is what makes you a freak. Funny how the turn tables.

By some cruel force of nature I happen to be mixed into the 20% of the quirkless population.

You see I have always been a bit slow in getting things when it comes to my body. Take for example my first steps, I couldn't walk till the age of 2.  My first words weren't until I was 4, causing my mom and the doctors to believe I was mute. So it was no surprise when my quirk hadn't developed. By my 6th birthday kids started calling me quirkless due to me not developing a quirk.

My mom worried about taking me to the doctors. That day I was officially diagnosed as quirkless. As soon as the label had been but it didn't take long for my 6 year old mind to note people's behavior towards me. My mom treated me almost the same for the most part but at times I would notice how tense she looked. She and most adult's treated me like a glass vase, afraid I'd break at any minute. Kids that were once friendly, sneered and avoided me, saying they didn't want to catch my quirklessness.

To make my luck worse, my childhood friend was the only one that didn't ignore me. Now this would've been a good thing, had it not been for him only paying attention to me for his pleasure.  He was one of my main bullies if not the worse one. It seemed like everyday I would have a new pair of bruises on me. Lucky or unlucky for me my mom was rarely home, having to work long shifts at the hospital after father left us.

Then at the age of 8, luck decided to Fuck me up even more.

It was at school when it happened. A boy, who I couldn't bother to remember  his name was kicking me in the playground. Everyone around us turned a blind eye to what was going on, even the teachers busied themselves as to not take fault.  Then the normal beating started to get violent as the kid blinded by his anger unconsciously used his quirk. 
With how good my luck is, his quirk happened to be a Catastrophe, a quirk that let him destroy anything he touched.  This led to me having my arm broken into 4 different sections. At my scream the teacher turned not because they cared I was hurt but because they could lose their job. He had destroyed both of my arms and by this point I was seeing white.
As his hand reached for my face, he was suddenly blasted away by a small explosion. With my foggy vision I saw Kacchan   standing over me telling the kid something. As my consciousness faded I caught a glimpse of white strings tying themselves to Kacchan.

The end of the school day had come and I was sent home with bandages on my arms. As I got home sobs racked my body as I turned the knob. It hurt so much to move. I went to the bathroom and stepped on the stool placed there. I opened the cabinet got the pain killers and closed it. As I was stepping of the stool my eyes caught site of something behind me in the mirror. I froze I terror behind me staring intently was a floating grinning doll. Horror movie after horror movie flashed threw my mind. Had I not been frozen in fear I probably would have broken down into a fit of histeria. Finding an inkling of courage I turned around to face the entity before me.

"Who are you" I blurted out in a high pitch, quickly flushing in embarrassment. The doll grin widened more glowing yellow eyes never leaving me as he bowed deeply.
"Pleased to meet you, I don't have a name but you may call me voodoo, your quirk."