~O~

As much as Izuku was beginning to fear the voice,

He couldn't help but do as it said.

Izuku realized that there was no source of light in the house, other than the lantern and he certainly didn't see a window on the second floor from outside, so he ignited the lantern and made his way up taking only the keys with him.

Izuku slowly stepped up the creaky stairs as he flashed the lantern ahead.

He gulped not knowing what to expect from upstairs. Yet he couldn't deny having heard a dark and sinister chuckle coming from up there. It almost took away his breath.

Izuku reached the top.

There was a closed door that had the words; E̕͏̷͘͘͘͢͡͞͠͞r̴̴̡̨̧̀͟͝͝͡r̶̴ǫ̷̴̵̴̧r̸̴̶̷̡̧̡̨̡̛̀͢͟͝͡_̷̢̕0̸̡̢̢̧̢̛̛́̕̕͟͜͢͜͞͞0͏͡0̧͏̀͞ carved onto it.

Izuku shifted the lantern to his left hand and placed his scarred right hand on the doorknob. He slightly turned it. Nothing happened. It was locked.

The green haired boy decided to use the keys. He placed in the first key; it didn't work. The second one didn't work either. Giving the third key a turn inside the lock, he heard a click and the door opened.

Just as expected, there was no source of light in there.

Though Izuku got a hint of what was in the room due to the dim but helpful light of the lantern.

Pictures.

Framed, on stands, on canvases, everywhere.

The ones near him were the one's painted on the canvases.

Izuku slowly walked closer and placed the lantern on a nearby table that had rows after rows of photo-frames.

He took a good look at all the canvases around him. Then he realized that these weren't just any ordinary pictures. Well, separately that just seemed like sketches of different beautiful places with a figure standing in each of them at a distance. But once put together, they all seemed to tell a forgotten story.

After looking at all of them, Izuku managed to figure out a little bit of the story;

The distant figure woke up in this cabin. They were seen running down the stairs with a face of panic. They stumbled into the kitchen. They wrote something — Izuku figured it was the letter. Then there was a blacked out figure behind them. The blacked out figure scared the other one out of the kitchen. It then lurked over the letter. The other figure was seen running out of the house, blacked out figure after him. They both went into the forest. The blacked out figure kept chasing them. Now a white sneer could be seen on the blacked out figure while the rest of his identity was still a mystery.

Izuku gulped, "Maybe this is the danger I'm supposed to be careful about..."

The blacked out figure kept chasing the other one who looked so scared and helpless. There were a few frames of both of them running in the forest. The blacked out figure had no problems passing through while the other one looked like he was having a really bad time. Then the second last painting was of the blacked out figure stopping at the end of the forest and the other one running into the clearing — the same one Izuku woke up in.

The last painting had the words; "You are never waking up again~" scribbled on it in white on a completely black sheet.

And the thing that made it all even more creepy for the green haired boy was that—!

Izuku took an abrupt turn and searched all the directions behind him.

He just felt a cold breath on his neck.

He placed his hand where he felt the breath.

"Must've been my imagination." He said before turned back to the pictures.

The thing that made it all even more creepy for him was that the distant figure... Kinda looked like.... Izuku himself.

... Could this be the most recent memory he had lost?

Izuku wished it wasn't. It made his heart beat faster. He sure hoped it wasn't true. Because if it was, it wouldn't take a genius to tell the blacked out figure probably painted these pictures and hid his identity so Izuku wouldn't know anything about them.

Taking a shaky breath, Izuku picked up the lantern.

There was a big possibility that the chuckle he heard earlier and that breath he felt just now — these things all pointed to the fact that he was not alone. And the worst and the most possible case was that it was the blacked out figure.

"Maybe I should leave? I'll get some other clues for the voice..." Izuku said as he eyed the door.

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｢ It's safe. Don't worry...」

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Hearing that, Izuku hesitated for a moment before he made his decision.

He placed the lantern back on the table and went ahead to see the other pictures. After all, they were his currently only source of past memories.

He looked at the framed pictures on the tables.

The first one was of a young green haired woman hugging a toddler dressed in a red, blue and yellow onesie with yellow bunny-like ears. Something in that picture made his heart warm and he smiled softly as he traced a finger over the woman.

"I don't know who she is but I.... I want to meet her..." Izuku mumbled in a low tone. Just by looking at her smile encased in a picture, Izuku felt... Some kind of motherly love calling for him.

As much as he just wanted to find that woman and hug her, Izuku went ahead to the other ones.

The next ones quite confused him. He had mixed feelings when it came to those photographs.

There was one with him and a purple eyed blonde who was somehow sparkling.

"He looks... French." Izuku pondered, "What's his name?"

One with him and a blue haired boy with glasses, a hetrochromatic boy who hair were split into two different colors, a bubbly brunette and a green haired girl with a unique smile.

Izuku tried his best to at least get ttheir names, "Let's see... There's um Ii... Iida? And that's Ura— no Ochaco. Who was Ura then? Um.... Todoroki! Got that one right! I can't remember the other girl though...."

There was a bird headed boy in the next one with him.

"Uh Yami? I have a feeling that's wrong." Izuku said.

And one with him and two other boys. One red headed and the other was a blonde with a black lightning strike on the side of his hair.

"That one's definitely Kaminari or something, he looks electric! And that one uh... Can't remember his name."

The next one almost made him laugh. He was dressed weirdly with those other people kinda similar to gangsters.

Next to it was one with him holding a little girl with long light blue hair and red eyes, a tiny beige horn sticking out of her forehead and there was a tall blonde with blue eyes next to them. They all looked so happy.

"That's... Eri, I think. And um... Can't remember him either..." Izuku said, pointing at the photograph.

Then there was one with him standing next to a very annoyed blonde, both in some kind of school uniform.

"Ka.... Kacchan!"

The last one on that table was a group photo of all of them together. There were some new faces too that felt familiar.

Well, what do you know? Images are great help for retrieving memories. Even though he only got some of their names which might or might not be incorrect, but it was better than not knowing a thing, right?

"Maybe this is all just a dream..." Izuku said, "I really want to wake up."

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｢ Y̴̸̡̧̛͕̜̍́̕͢͜͜͜͟͡͠o̵̝̻̫̣̼̐̐̆́̀̂̓ͭͨ̓̄̈́̒͗̃͗͑ͥͯű̸̵̸̷̢̡̓̎̍ͧͥ̉̑̂̒ͨ̃̓͐̋̏̀ͣ͘̕͟'̣̳̤͇̖̙̽̐͛̔̑͐ͧͮ̋ͧ͋̔́̄̏̍̆͏̛͠͡͏̴̷̸̸̛̛͢͢͢͞͡͠r̫̙͙̖̪̣̗̮̰͖͚̯ͮͬ͆͂͑ͨ͂ͯ̆́̀̕͟͞ẻ̛̲͓̦̝͇̘͈͔̥̗̖̱͖̪͊͆͆ͯ̊̓ͭ̽ͨ̓̈́͐̈́ͮ̚͢ ̪̜̱̰̪͎̜̳̐̌ͥ̽̃̉ͪ̒̒̋ͦ̈́̕͏̢̢͏̨͝͏̡̛͘͘͜n̛̘̻̩̱̗̩̗̮͇̬̩͓̑͐ͪ͆ͮ̌̆̆ͧ͟ë̫̭͕̩͓̟̰̟̐͊ͫͦ̀͂͌̽ͯ̽̋v̢̛͋́͞ͅe̷̡̡̨̛̥͓̮̅̏̏͌ͥ̆ͮ͒͋̿ͫ͆̃ͯ̒̏̌͒̚̚͘͜͢͝ͅr̷̶̴̷̡̧̨̛̥̝̼̹̯̞̟̺̺̟̞͎͔̺͇̦ͫ͆̀̇͗̑̃͌̈͢͠ ̺̺̗͓̻͎̣̪̬͈̙̳͉̤̩̪̍̏ͭ̄͛͆̀͌̔̑͆ẉ̴̷̧̜̉̍ͣ̔͒̀̄͋ͭ͂ͯ͝͠a̸̧͙̹̞͓̖̦͇̯̜̲̬͉ͦ̌͌͂͒̔̈ͣͮ̐ͭͩ̇ͤ͛̀ͦ͋ͯ͢͝͠͠ḱ̵̴̸̷̨̛̹̮̲̹̒͘͟͜͢͡͝͝͝į̷̵̡̢̛̛͎̠̦̼͙̼͈̠̺͕̫̮̼ͬ̔̓͛̅̏̐̓ͮͬͬ̏̍͑̎͘͟͢͝n̶̺̰̺͈ͣͫ̊̊͒́̀́̕ǵ̼̱̲̪̰̳͙̞̓ͫͫ͊̈́̌͗̒ͩͣ̀́͏ ̷̲̄̎̽̉̐ͯ̓͌̌ͯ͊̂u̵̢̗̥̻̠̗̲̥͉̖͔̤̅̆̾ͫͫ̇̈́̓̎͆ͧ̿̿̈́́̚͘͢͜͝͡͠͞ͅṕ̶̷̷̸̛̦̤͖͉̗͘̕͠.」

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Izuku felt a searing pain course through his head.

He clutched his head with one hand as he gritted his teeth in pain while he roughly placed his other hand on the table, causing a few frames to fall down on the floor with a few cracking sounds — their mirrors were shattered.

Izuku took deep painful breaths. His vision was spiralling and he could feel his temperature rising with a rapid pace.

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｢ Y̵̷͉͚̫͙̺̱ͧ̉̉ͩ̊ͬ͗̈ͩ̽̆̆͗͒ͬͬͫ̚̕͠͠ơ̵̴̢̧̥̪̹̖͕̘̱͇̱͈̤͓̻̼̯̦̊̌́̀͞͞͠͠͞ư̶̸̸̩͈̗̹̳͔͕̥̗̫̗̹̦͆̿̅ͯ̄̉̈́̄ͦ͒ͮ̎ͫͦ̎̌ͣ̑̍̃͞͝ ̴̡̘̹̠͍̭̠͖̫͐̇̉̈́ͮͨͮ̆ͧͭͯͤ̓̋̔͑̕͜͟͟͜͠͡w̴̷̶̵̴̧̡̢̛̛͕͓̯̙̱̞̼͉̪̭̼͊̂̕͠͠͏̕͝͏̀a̸̡̩̯̻͙̞̝̙̱̝͈̠̠̤̰̯̺̜̩ͪ͒̑̒̇ͣ́͢͡͏̷̕͠͠͏n̴̢͍͎̠͔̮̱̫̗͓̭̜̔͋ͨͦͪ̋̋̓̄ͫͥ̊̀͋ͫ͗̌ͫ̐ͧ͞ń̪̪̜͔͙̪͍͍͍͇̳̯̪͚̖̠͓̬̏͐ͦ̂͑ͮͭͤ̏͌͌̐͆̅̉ͅ͏̵̡̕͏̨́͜a͚̤̤̠̣͓͙̺͔̟͎̓ͪ̈́̄ͫ̽̈́ͥ͏̴̶̨̨̡̡̀́͢͜͡ ̡̗̭̩̯͔̯̮͙̮͔̖̲̻͓̫̞̠ͭͤͩ͋̓̐̊̐ͥ̒͐͆̽̅ͧ͒͆͑ͫ͠ẁ̛̗͉̦ͪͩ̈̔̌̌͒ͩ͂ͩ̀̚̚͏̴̷̨͘͜͢͢͢ḁ̼͉̮̪ͨ́͏̴̀k͖̺͚̙̯̘͔̝̪͍̙̹͓̉͑̂̅̋̍ͭ͛͂ͪ̒͐͛̃̄̋ͫ̊̐́ͅͅė̷̥͙̺̘̭͕̥͋̋͘͠ ̷̨̢̠̺̤̬͚̩̩̤̙̲̣͕̖̜̥̪͌̈́ͭ͒ͭ̃̕͟͟͢͡u͎͙͍̟̜͖̻̬͈̙̹̪̱͙̟ͮ̂ͧ̎ͮͯ̀̿̇̈ͤͯ̐̋ͩ̚ͅͅp̴̴̢̢̦̬ͥ̊́̀́̀́͘̕͢͢͞͞?̵̸̶̧̢̛͍̟̰̬͙̘̘̻̻́̕͟͢͢͠͝ 」

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Izuku stumbled on his steps as he tried to reach for the door. He ended up knocking over a lot of those pictures.

Tears began burning up in his eyes as he searched for the doorknob — unable to see barely anything.

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｢ Ẇ̷̸̶̸̸̴̴̧̲̤͍̬̝͕̻̩̩̫̣̞̜̪̗́͘͟͢͢͜͞͡͡͡͝ȟ̶̸̸̴̴̛̝͍̯̬̘̟̥̖̗̲ͯͤͤ̆͐̏̚͘̕͜͢͟͜͠͝͝͡a̴̵̛̯̻͂́̓ͥͭ̅̔ͣͬ̅̊́͘͠͝t̛̞̩̪̺̯̜̹̞͔͕͚̀̑̏̔͂̔̅̽ͪ͌́̀͞ ̷̡̢̢̢̦͍̤̬̳̻̦̳̫̗̗̰͔ͬ͐ͣ̇̃͋̉͐ͤͯ̓̐ͫ́̕͏̵̡͜͢ǎ̵̡̡̞͈̳̪͕͙͐ͦ͊̆ͫ̑ͫͫ͢͢͞͏̵͝͏͜͡ ͉͉͓̳̠̪͖͚̝͖͔͎̼̭̲ͭͩͤ̓̓ͨ͆̇̽̑̚͞͏̨͘͞j͔̜̼̟͔̪̯̾̃͛͂ͣ̃͐̔̐ͮ̆ͪ̾̔ͥ͂͂ͅơ̸̻̰̠̳͍̘̯͈̱͔̘͔̥̝̳̱̣̑̍̐ͫ̕͜͟͡ͅͅ͏͘̕͜͢͝͡͡k̷̴̶̸̵̡͙̪̺͖̳̭͕̆̅͒͒̌ͨ̀͟ͅe̻̦͈͎̣͎̥̙͎̠̗͓̤͔̭̫̥̯ͤ̆̾͑ͨ.̸̧̡̛͓̟͙̅ͦ̂̌̿̂̂̀̀͘̕͢͢͟͞͝͏̵̡̡͡͡.̶̵̡̨̳͙͗͌͂͑̊́̀͏̴̶̴̶̵̨̛́́̕͟͢͟.̵̷̡̟̠̼͕̫͉͕̳ͥ̏ͥͣ̽͒̿͂̀́͜͜͝͠ 」

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Abruptly opening the door, Izuku ran downstairs with the best of his ability to not trip and fall over.

'I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid. I shouldn't have trusted the voice! I should've left! I'm so stupid!' He thought as he stumbled into the living area, head still in one hand while the other was on the nearest wall providing support for his figure.

Only one thing ran through his mind as he whipped his head left and right despite the killing pain,

"Where did the exit go?!"

The door he came in from earlier, wasn't there anymore.

No windows, no doors, no exits. Just him trapped in these walls with an unbearable pain going through his head and the voice.

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｢ Y̧̢̢̻̪̑̔ͫ́ͬ̿ͫͯ̾̿̒̓͊̐́̓͆͑̚͢͜͠͠ͅ͏̶̶̶̴̡̛̛͜͡͠͞͠ơ̸̡̢̦̜̥͖͉̱͍̋͑̾̑̇ͮ̈́̓ͥ͒̏͊ͥ̀͟͜͡͡͞͏̸̀͢ữ̸̸̸̧̨̢̨̡̡̛̃̓̾̾̌̏͋͂ͩͤ̀́͜͝'̴̵̧̧̧͎̲͇̲̪͖̜̞̹̪̯̼̞̅̆ͨ̃̏̄ͣͧͨ̅̆̒̈́̉̆̓̃͘̕͏ŗ̷̶̷̴̴̨̡̫̣̫̣̱͓͔͙̰̟̫̱̱̇̃́́̀̕͢͟͢͢͝͞͝ͅȩ̸̴̷̷̡̧̖͎̰̤͇̓̂͛̄̅ͨͬͨ́̕͢͞͞͞͠͞͠ ̤̋͑ͩ̓͂n͇̟̣͖̤̟͎͊ͫͩ̎̽̇ͪ̈́ͥ̎̾̆͂̇̑̌̚e̴̢̛͇̱̻̪̳̠̖͈̥ͣ̄̓ͫ̽͐̈͟͟͠ͅv͍͎̰̭͎͎͕̺̬͎̣̯̦̖̬͙͔̐̇̇́ͫ͛͑͗ͥ̓̄͑̽̓ͪͯͦͅe̴̡̡̧̞̙͇͇̗͇̳͗͘͢r̶̴͖͙̬͙̺̯̲̖̣̟̳̦̰͚̙̄̿̀̀ͅ ̵̭̩͉͉̠͍̩͈̣͎̰͈̩̣͔̺̬̺͐̓̋̓̉̑́ͩ̀̈̈́̈́ͤ͋́̓͟ļ̵̵̢̞̲̠̰̣̖͍̙̹̞͔̤͕̙̺͜͟͟͜͜͝e̵̷̵̡̡̛̙̘̥̘̦̱̟̼͙̩̰̰͍̖͍̘̽ͦ̒̿̑͋͘͢͠͡ͅͅa̸̧̧̡͕̲͕̙̤̜̜̹͓͚͒ͦ̓ͩͧͪ̃̕͟͏̸̡̧͘̕̕̕͟͢͟͢͡v̶̝̖̝̠̙̦̮͎̩̙̲͕͈̲̲̾̽ͥͤͤ͂́́ͧ̃͏̨̢̧̀̕͟͜͟͡ȋ̛͉̝̭̹̦̯͈̥̩̝̙̜͙̙̞̝̼̔̉̂̒͐̂͐̐̒̌̏ͨ̂̚͠͝n̜̻̱̖̙̼͆ͮ̄̉̏ͨͦ̕͜͢͠g̴̛̠͕͈̦̟̣̥̜̱̤̖͔̟̜ͦͮ̓ͦͬͭͩ͊͂̄ͧ͂̌ͪͨ̌̀̚.̡͓̪̫̭͉̖͈͉͖͓̤͕̠̟̃ͨ̃͐̀͐͐ͪ̏̅͆͛ͨ͌͆ͥ̿́ͅ͏̕ 」

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Izuku hastily ran towards the kitchen to grab the penknife.

He couldn't let the voice control everything. He needed to do something. He needed to fight back. He needed to run. He had to protect himself.

But how would he protect himself from something that's just a voice that can do so many things he didn't know?!

He needed help.

Penknife in one hand, threateningly pointed forward as emerald eyes darted across the room to see if the person whom the voice belonged to was there or not.

No one. There was no one in plain sight.

Yet he heard sneers and whispers from all directions.

He needed help. He needed help. He needed help. He needed help. He needed help. He needed help—!

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