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"T-there was nothing on the reports that said anything about this..." Midnight trailed off as she stared at the monstrosity that was now (Y/N).
"I was testing him out..." Eraser said truthfully. "But this... this is something". His usual stone face had turned into that of a cheeky smile. The two heroes braced themselves as (Y/N) let out a mighty roar and charged forward. Both Midnight and Eraser rolled out of the way on either side. (Y/N) turned on his heel with inhuman speed and grabbed Eraser by the head.
"Holy hell! This kid's fast!" Eraser thought, struggling to get out of the iron grip. (Y/N) chucked him to the side like a ragdoll as Midnight released a volley of lashes from her whip. (Y/N), seemingly unaffected, slowly turned around to look down on the R-rated hero.
As she kept up her attack, (Y/N) just... stood there. Menacingly.
"Eraser! I don't think regular attacks will work on h-" she said somewhat thrown off as she was backhanded a good 8 feet away. Eraser groaned and stood up, rubbing his eyes.
"And the doctor said I should take some time off," he quipped, his eyes glowing a bright red while his hair stood on end. (Y/N) once again slowly turned around, and walked towards Aizawa at a snail's pace. Instead of turning back into his original body, though, (Y/N) kept trudging on, readying a deadly uppercut. Eraser ducked and hopped out of the way just in time: where he once was, a giant hole had been blasted through the brick building.
"Just what the hell is this kid?!" Eraser called agitated while throwing his scarves at the recovering (Y/N). "My damn quirk won't work on him!" The scarves wrapped around (Y/N)'s right forearm and the beast almost looked confused as to how they had gotten there. Eraser pulled with all his body weight to get some sort of reaction, but they wouldn't budge. Instead, (Y/N) flicked his arm forwards, sending Aizawa flying once again. Midnight, who had finally recovered, put the phone she had just called back into her pocket.
"We might have just bit off more than we can chew Eraser!" Midnight yelled, ripping the fabric near her elbows to send the pinkish gas flowing down the alley. "I called in some extra assistance!" (Y/N)'s head flicked over to Midnight, his brow furrowing. Out came the tentacle that Aizawa knew well at this point, shooting its way over to Midnight, wrapping its way around her waist.
"Oh, my~" she cooed, before being thrown over to where Eraser was. "Is now really the time for that?" he groaned, wiping the dirt out of his hair. Midnight slowly stood up, grabbing another whip from around her waist.
"That's just how I work honey~" she hummed as the two heroes once again readied themselves for a charge. (Y/N) had been keeping his way out and around the smoke, mostly since it couldn't reach up to where his head was at the moment. He howled once again, grabbing the dumpster that he had previously hit Aizawa into with one hand.
"S.T.A.R.S!" (Y/N) boomed, hurling the rusted dumpster towards the heroes. Aizawa, luck being on his side, jumped out of the way of the barreling waste bin. Midnight, however, was clipped mid-jump in the leg and hit the ground with a scream. (Y/N) slowly walked up to her in the way he always did and hoisted her up by the neck with his right hand. He brought her face to the front of his, staring her dead in the eyes. He smelled like the trash and dirt that had stuck to his body for months, and Midnight felt like her nose would burn off. He readied his left fist, about to squash her face to a bloody pulp. Midnight clenched her eyes in fear; she could hear the wind rush that signified the punch, but it never came. Midnight warily opened her eyes to see (Y/N) fist, stopping a mere inch away from her face.
"You are... lucky" he growled, his voice groveled and slow. "Your eyes... remind me... too much... of... mother." He sounded like he was struggling to get the words out. Midnight took her chance, ripping more of her costume off, and sprayed her pink gas straight into (Y/N)'s face. With a disheveled roar, he flung Midnight to the side clutching his face to try to rid himself of the sleepy aroma. His surroundings started to become disoriented. The sirens of approaching cop cars echoed through his skull. He stumbled onto the ground, still trying to rid himself of the thick gas. His vision blurred at the edges, his body slowly returning to its natural state. He put his hands on his ears, trying to drown out everything around him.
"I just want... to go home..." he slurred, before hearing the clicking of familiar heels, and the world is painted black.
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(Y/N) tiredly opened his eyes to the sound of something beeping. He looked down to his right arm, which had a tube that fed to an IV bag. Still, in his vegetative state, his head slowly identified his surroundings. The ghostly white walls held him in this foreign place, while the lights above seemed an unnormal amount of brightness. Hospital. Hospital is bad. Get Away. Run. He tried to sit up straight hurriedly and was met with something on his right arm stopping him. He quickly looked down to see handcuffs that were strapped to the medical bed and himself. He tried to summon his tentacle frantically, only for it to wriggle out an inch or so before shooting back in. At this point, the heart machine was beeping at such a fast pace, that it started to hurt his ears. It suddenly felt as though his skin was being pricked all over by a thousand needles. The room suddenly got hotter, and it felt like smoke had entered his lungs making it hard to breathe. Echoed cries and pleas filled his head as he tried to thrash his way out of the cuffs. Three people in white suits and blue masks rushed into the room, telling him to stay calm.
He screamed, loud enough that the whole hospital would have heard it. A long cut-off memory wedged its way into (Y/N)'s mind. The same people that were in front of him now looked hollow, their eyes soulless and multiple tools scattered in their hands. Needles. Big ones, filled with some murky, mystery substance. Ventilator masks, tweezers, pliers, scissors, bone saw? The room seemed to stretch on for eternity now as the room was filled with more of those soulless doctors. Each one has that terrifying insignia on its right breast pocket.
"No no no no NO!" he screamed, his body trying so vigorously to get out of the cuffs. "STAY AWAY!" His breathing had become ragged, and he could feel the blood flowing from his wrist onto the cuff. His vision became speckled with black, and once again, after what seemed like endless hours of thrashing, he passed out.
Wearily waking up again, his eyes darted around the room. He was still in the same one, but he could feel some kind of patch on his arm where it had been cut on the cuffs. His eyes quickly darted around the room, until they landed on a familiar figure leaning in the doorway.
"Hey you, you're finally awake," the monotone voice of Eraser's head said as he fiddled with something on his phone. "Took ya long enough." Instead of being scared, you were... confused? He tossed something your way with a muffled "here" as you caught it with your free hand. It was a key... for the cuffs. You put it in, and sure enough, it gave an audible click, releasing you. You slowly sat up, rubbing your wrist where the manacle once was. You were still pretty dazed, as the person you were fighting not long ago had just freed you. Beckoning you with a hand to come with him, your bare feet slapped against the white tile. It sent chills up your spine, and everything in your mind was telling you to run away. Even jumping out the window seemed like a better option than wherever he was taking you. You straightened out your hospital gown and slowly followed Aizawa out of the room. Down a couple of corridors, down the elevator, and out of the glass doors, the golden rays of sun dance across your bare skin. It was a magnificent day, the sun hanging high in the sky with barely any clouds. The streets were not as packed, most likely because it was near lunchtime. At the bottom of the steps was a sleek black car seemingly waiting for you. You both stepped in the back, and the car sped off. You wearily looked over at Eraser, who seemed too calm next to the person who had almost killed him.
"Least you don't smell terrible now," he voiced while putting his chin into his palm and looking out the window. He was right. Your scrambled (H/C) hair was now straight and clean. Smelled like lavender; lovely. You felt around your face and arms, which now felt spotless. You looked at him confused, before finally starting to speak.
"So... I have a lot of questions," you started, getting nothing but a sigh from Aizawa. "Why am I here? And how am I still alive? And-"
"You'll see when we get there," he droned, shutting the conversation short. He definitely did not want to speak at the moment, so you sat with your hands on your knees, a knot of nervousness growing in your stomach.
"There are clothes in the compartment behind your seat. I'll give you privacy so you can change into them once I step out. Don't waste my time." He ordered before staring out the window once again.
It took another ten minutes before Aizawa told you to get out of the car, and you stepped out nervously. Patting down a normal t-shirt and jeans, an ominous brown building with a blank face on the front sat, the skin on your arms suddenly crawling. Walking in, your eyes stayed glued to the ground, scared for life for what was going to happen. You finally came to a big door and walked inside after Eraser. The room was gigantic, sporting a giant U-shaped desk that covered most of the room. Seats were placed at every possible spot, and there was a giant podium behind the mentioned U-shaped desk. There was an older woman, with curly white hair and a red lip gloss that you could see for miles sitting behind it. You fidgeted with your hands as your eyes scanned all the police officers that were currently lining the room. There were all shapes and sizes; currently staring daggers into your very soul. You had never felt so small.
"Ah, Eraser! So glad to see you on this fine day!" A voice said from farther in the room. You couldn't make out his features but... wait... were those ears?
"Principal Nezu. What are you doing here?" Aizawa asked, his groveled voice almost sounding surprised.
"Well, you know me! I love to hear rulings when it comes to court legislature! Plus, it's my day off!" The tiny ferret man replied. He had on a dark blue suit and pants, with a white undershirt and red tie. "And a wonderful day to see you too, Mr. (L/N)!"
Was this even happening? Did you have the special powers of Doctor Dolittle or something? You tried to rub the invisible ear wax out before Aizawa ushered you to one of the seats near the "principal".
"Alright, almost everyone is here. Mr (Y/N), are you ready for today's ruling?" Hell to the no you weren't. Plus, isn't there supposed to be a crowd here or something? The jury... I think it's called.
Before you were able to become lost in your thoughts, the doors you had just entered bust open, and two men with one woman stepped in. The trio wore black suits and ties, with a red undershirt. They also had blacked-out sunglasses, which made them look like they meant business. You tried to shrink back into your chair as far as you could as your breathing hitched, noticed by the tiny animal man near you.
"What is wrong, Mr. (L/N)?" he asked. He almost sounded concerned. Concerned. What a funny word. One moment people will care for you, and then throw you out like the trash you were.
Your eyes were glued to their suit pockets as they fully entered the room and sat on the opposite side of the giant U. Your voice was barely audible, and your knuckles were white from gripping tight. You slowly turned to the ferret man and slowly answered and their insignia flashed through your mind.
"Umbrella Corp."
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- Toilet_Watur