Before we begin this story, viewers must be advised that there will be blood, gore, murder, profanity and suicide mentioned in this story. Once again, viewers will need to keep in mind that this story is not for the weak of heart and could possibly bring up anything in one's own personal life. Take a moment of thought before moving forward. Any problems, do not be afraid to send me a personal message. Let us move forward to the story. Enjoy.

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DAY ONE - MORNING

(Y/n)'s POV

Even in my groggy and sleep like state, I could still feel my body burning underneath my covers, sweat building up on my skin which made the bed sheets stick to me like glue. With a low groan, I turned around in my bed and threw an arm over my head, covering the top half of my face as I tried to fall back to a dreamless sleep.

My forehead felt like it was on fire against my arm, the burning sensation starting to give me a headache. I went to turn once again in agitation only for my face to hit a wall out of nowhere.

"Ow, what the fuck?" Opening my eyes took more effort than it normally did, feeling like they had weights pulling my eyelids down by my eyelashes. "Since when did I have a wall next to my bed?"

Blinking the drowsiness away I sat up, a hand rubbing at my now sore and throbbing nose as my eyes scanned the unfamiliar room. Nothing in this room was mine, this room wasn't even mine. Panic started to seep in as I quickly threw the covers off my body and set my feet down on the floor.

Surprisingly but thankfully I had slept with my shoes on and my own clothes. With my heart thumping loudly in my ears, I shakily stood up. There were no windows in this room, the only light coming into the room was made by a dim lightbulb in the middle ceiling.

"What the fuck, what the fuck." I mutter to myself, fear now being shoved into my stomach making me feel ill with the need to throw up.

Acting quickly I raced for the door, my hand gripping the doorknob tight enough to make my knuckles go bone white. Throwing the door open, I was met with a broad chest to my face, making me wince and rub furiously at my already sore nose.

"(Y/n)? I'm so sorry! Are you alright?!" A familiar voice rings in my ears as I lift my head to meet bright but frightened green eyes.

"Izuku?" I ignore his worried question and stare up at him for a few moments before wrapping my arms around him in an embrace. "Oh my gosh, Izuku! What's going on? Where are we? Why are we here?"

My words were quick but shaky as my fingers gripped tightly at the fabric of his shirt. I could feel Izuku flinch slightly but it was quickly replaced by his large arms circling around my frame as he pulled me closer towards his body.

"I-I don't know, (Y/n). I j-just woke up here. I don't even know w-where here is!" His own frightened words were muffled as his face was stuffed in between the crook of my neck.

We stay in that position for a few seconds longer before we both release each other hesitantly. My hands rake through my hair, my eyes scanning the hallway before us as Izuku looks over my head and into the room that I had just woken up from. He looks away from the room and back to me, his mouth opening to say something before the sounds of running footsteps capture both of our attention.

Both of our wide eyes look down the hallway where we see two more of our close friends rushing up to us, their own eyes wide with fear and relief at seeing our own two figures.

"Kirishima! Kaminari!" I call out to them as I run to meet them both halfway, Izuku not that far behind me.

I wrap both my arms around the pair and bring them close to me, their backs having to lean because of our difference in height. They were both quick to wrap their own arms around me in a quick group hug before I pushed them away slightly, knowing that we had bigger things to worry about.

"Are you two okay?" Izuku questions them, his eyes scanning their figures to see if they had any injuries but once he notices that they didn't seem harmed in any way he spoke once again, "Do you have any idea on where we are?"

Kirishima clenches his fists and shakes his head, "I have no clue, man! I just woke up in some dark spooky room before breaking down the door to get any sort of answers to where we are." He throws his hands up, a tired sigh leaving his lips. "I met Denki in the room next to my own." He gestures with his eyes to his blonde friend who had his arms crossed.

"I just... I can't remember much from these past few days before waking up in the strange place." Kaminari mutters, a frown plastered onto his face as he looks between the three of us.

My eyebrows furrow at his words as I try to recall anything from these past few days. All that comes to mind if a worse headache and static. "This is bad..."

"H-Hey, if you guys are here, do you think some of the others could be too? It can't just be us four, right?" Izuku looks to us, his hands shaking uncontrollably at his own words.

"You're right! There's a good chance of them being here." Kirishima answers as he turns his head to look down the hallway where they had just come. "There are some stairs down the hallway we haven't checked out yet, maybe they could be there?"

"Well, come on! Let's not lose any time!" Denki was quick to react as he turns on his heels and hurries down the hallway, the rest of us quick on his tail.

As we round a corner, we find the nearest staircase. Leaping down the stairs, we find ourselves rushing into the main entry room of the house where the front door seems to be layered in steel. There were still no signs of any windows in this house just yet which would have seemed odd if we weren't seemingly kidnapped.

While we all stared at the door with mixed emotions between us, a figure comes dashing towards us out of one of the side rooms nearby, almost knocking into Kirishima if they hadn't have shouted out in surprise.

Each of us look to the new person in surprise, my eyes widening at who it was. "Shinso? You're here too?!"

"(L/n)?" The tired boys eyes widen as I push past the others and quickly walks towards him. "Where the hell are we? What's going on?"

I place a gentle hand on his shoulders, my lips pursed as I shake my head. "We don't know. That's what we're trying to figure out." I give his shoulder a small squeeze as the rest of my friends come up to my side, making me take a step back.

"This is so fucked up..." Shinso squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he walked past us and towards the other side of the room, his hands on either side of his head as he groans out in frustration.

"Hey! Wait for us!" Kaminari shouts out towards the mind control wielding male as he pushes us forward to catch up with the retreating Shinso.

As we all approach Shinso, we see he had stopped at the back of the couch were another person sits, his head in his hands.

"Todoroki?" Izuku frowns as he walks towards the front of the couch, Todoroki not lifting his head at his friend's soft spoken words.

Kirishima, Kaminari and I follow Izuku's steps while Shinso stays glued to his spot, his eyes scanning the new area for who knows what.

I kneel down in front of the dual haired boy, my hands peeling away his own as his eyes open up to meet my own (E/c) ones. "Shoto?"

"(Y/n)..." His voice was soft and smooth as usual, his eyes blinking slowly before he lifted his head to look at each and everyone one of us. "You are all trapped here too?"

Before anyone could reply to him there was a deep-pitched shout of pure anger down a hallway to the right of the living room, causing all of our heads to snap towards the noise. Suddenly, a door was kicked down with force as an angry blonde comes storming out, eyes ablaze with fury.

"YOU!" Bakugo's first choice of action was to point menacingly at Izuku before stomping up to the green haired boy and grabbing him by the collar. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE, DEKU?!" He growls loudly into the boy's face, Izuku practically whimpering at the loud outburst.

"Katsuki! Put him down!" I shout out as I jump to my feet and rush over to the two boys where I grip desperately at Bakugo's clenched fists, "Izuku had nothing to do with this! Let him go!"

Surprisingly, at the sound of my voice, Bakugo's grip loosens slightly as crimson eyes come to meet my own. "(Y/n)?"

"How many people are in this house?!" Kirishima yells out in exasperation, his posture slumping with fatigue.

For a moment everyone stayed silent until Bakugo decided to drop Izuku to the floor once again where he regains his footing and takes a few steps away from the hothead for good measure.

"Where the fuck are we? Whoever fucking placed me in this shitty house is dead when I find them."

Answering Bakugo's question, the giant flat-screen TV on the wall flickers on without warning, causing everyone in the room to flinch and turns their attention to the device. White noise covers the screen, static being the only thing audible in the room.

"WELCOME TO THE HOUSE OF TERRORS." A deep and mangled voice echoes from the speaker system linked into the flat-screen. Anyone could tell that they were using a device to make their voice unrecognisable.

"The house of what?!" Kaminari blurts out mainly to himself.

"TODAY IS MONDAY, THE FIRST DAY OF SEVEN IN WHICH YOU WILL BE SUBJECTED TO THE INNER WORKINGS OF THE TERROR HOUSE." The deep voice continues.

"OI, WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!" Katsuki shouts out, fist clenched and shaking with anger.

Ignoring the pissed off shouts of the blonde, the voice goes on. "THE TERROR HOUSE HAS BEEN BUILT TO TEST YOUR INDIVIDUAL CAPABILITES, AS WELL AS SKILLS WHEN WORKING AND SURVIVING TOGETHER."

"Surviving?" Shoto had now stood up from the couch, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the TV screen, as if expecting some sort of explanation for this whole event.

"IF YOU HAVE NOT BY NOW NOTICED," The voice rumbles with little to no emotion, "YOU EACH ARE MISSING A KEY PART OF YOURSELVES. THAT PART IS SIGNIFICANT TO YOURSELVES. THOSE OF WHICH YOU WILL NOT BE ALLOWED TO USE FOR THE DURATION OF YOUR STAY AT THE HOUSE OF TERROR."

The white noise on the TV screen is replaced with a picture of eight jars. Each lined up in a row and seems to be containing something that had now struck me to my core.

What looked like bright green lightning swam within one of the jars.

Another held yellow lightning; Electricity.

An orange-red glowing ball of light radiated in another jar, sometimes taking the shape of what looked like sharp rocks.

A purple like mist was held in the next glass jar, aimlessly floating around.

The next jar held a bright white glowing ball and a bright red flame, both clashing together almost aggressively.

The second last held what looked like mini fireworks, explosions. It seemed like it was trying its best to bash its way out of the glass jar.

The final jar held a glowing (F/c) ball of light. I could barely make out what looked like the shape of a clock in the middle of its glowing surface.

The picture was up for a few moments before it was gone and replaced once again with white noise, everyone still staring at the screen with either wide eyes or opened mouths.

"YOUR OBJECTIVE IS SIMPLE - SURVIVE UNTIL THE END OF THE WEEK. FOOD, WATER AND OTHER BASIC NECESSITIES WILL HAVE ALREADY BEEN PROVIDED, AND WILL BE EASY TO LOCATE. IN THIS SEVEN DAY SPAN OF TIME, YOU MAY WORK TOGETHER TO ATTEMPT TO ESCAPE. HOWEVER, AT THE END OF EACH DAY, ONE OF YOU WILL BE ELIMINATED FROM THE HOUSE OF TERRORS."

"Excuse me, eliminated?" I repeat, my eyes going wide. "This has to be a joke, right?" I laugh quietly to myself, my voice shaking. "This is all j-just a s-silly joke!"

Shoto notices my distress and places a hand on my shoulder for comfort, a small squeeze being given from him. I look up to him with teary eyes and give a small grateful smile.

"THE LAST SURVIVORS IN THE TERROR HOUSE BY THE END OF THE WEEK WILL BE SET FREE AND THEIR QUIRK WILL BE RETURNED TO THEM, NO STRINGS ATTATCHED. IF YOU FIND YOU ARE FACED WITH ANY DIFFICULTIES AND WOULD LIKE SOME ASSISTANCE, LOOK IN ANY CORNER OF THE ROOMS' CEILINGS."

All of our gazes immediately shift to the top corners of the living room. A child runs down my spine as I realize how incredibly vulnerable we all are. Security cameras have been positioned in exactly the right position so that we are being watched at all times from all angles.

"What the actual hell?" Shinso's words could barely be heard as he stares up at the camera's, his whole body frozen.

"CALL FOR ASSISTANCE WHENEVER YOU FEEL IT IS NEEDED, AND WE WILL TRY OUR BEST TO OFFER SUPPORT. NO PROMISES, HOWEVER."

"We?" Kirishima takes a step forward, glowering at the TV, "Who is 'we'?!"

"AS SAID BEFORE, ONE OF YOU WILL BE ELIMINATED FROM THE TERROR HOUSE AT THE END OF EACH DAY - MIDNIGHT IS YOUR DEADLINE. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO LET THE CLOCK DICTATE YOUR ELIMINATION, YOU DO HAVE THE OPTION OF EITHER KILLIING SOMEONE ELSE OR KILLING YOURSELF TO REPLACE THE MIDNIGHT ELIMINATION."

"Suicide? Murder?" Izuku places a hand to his mouth, his eyes watering from just the thought of anyone of his friends turning on each other or even killing themselves.

"TO RECAP: SURVIVE UNTIL THE END OF THE WEEK BY WHATEVER MEANS YOU DEEM NECESSARY. PHYSIOLOGICAL NEEDS HAVE BEEN THOROUGHLY PROVIDED FOR. WHOEVER IS LEFT AT THE END OF THE WEEK WILL BE FREED AND THEIR QUIRKS BACK."

"HEY! GET BACK HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT! WE AREN'T DONE WITH YOU YET!" Bakugo seethes with a fist raised as the voice begins to fade out, disappearing back into the TV's static.

"WE WISH YOU ALL GOOD LUCK IN THE HOUSE OF TERRORS. ENJOY YOUR STAY."

The white noise soon turns into complete blackness on the TV screen when the voice cuts out. Everyone is left in shock. Fear and confusion, unsure of what to do or think now.

"FUCKING SHIT!" Bakugo roars as he stomps towards the couch, picking it up from the bottom of it and flipping it over with deep and heavy breaths.

"I suggest we start searching for an escape right away." The calm voice of Shoto is what snaps us all out of our daze.