End of Day One – Midnight

(Y/n)’s POV

Izuku, Kaminari, Bakugo and I rush out of the Ouija room, practically sprinting down the hallway and stairs as we hurry to re-join Kirishima, Shoto and Shinso. Although, I have to support Kaminari on the way back, since he is still dazed from being used as a human planchette.

The Ouija room… it had spelled out Kirishima’s first name…

Eijirou… E- I – J – I – R – O – U…

And it’s midnight… oh god, is this Terror House serious?! Is someone just messing with us?!

Todoroki is the first to see us when we return to the living room: our home base, as one could put it.

“What happened?” He was quick to ask once noticing the sight of a bruised Kaminari, uneasy Bakugo and a terrified Izuku.

I swallow the lump in my throat before starting to explain as best as I could, “Th-That locked room was a huge Ouija board, just with walls and a floor and ceiling, and Kaminari stepped on the question Mark in the middle of it, and he was flung around the room like a ragdoll, a-and it spelled out Kirishima’s name and, and…”

While Todoroki helped Kaminari over to the couch so he could sit down, Shinso walks over to my side and secures me in a hug, something quite unlike himself to do so.

“Don’t worry, it’s over now. Everything is fine, (Y/n).”

As much as I enjoy the warmth of his hug, I push myself away from him. “But I am worried! It’s midnight! One of us is going to be eliminated!”

“Oi,” Bakugo pipes up, his eyes scanning the living room for a quick second before he glances back to the rest of us, “Where the hell is shitty hair?”

I groan, backing up into a wall, “Oh no… oh god no…”

“You didn’t keep an eye on your teammate while we were gone?!” Izuku raises his voice, his wide eyes glancing towards the remaining of Team Two.

“Of course we did,” Shoto furrows his eyebrows and turns his head to Izuku, “He must’ve stepped out of the room while I was preoccupied.”

“Preoccupied with fucking what, huh?!” Bakugo spits out, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Trying to get cell service.” Shoto defends, his own eyes narrowing back at the ash blonde, “If I had known he would wonder off alone, I would have kept him company.”

Kaminari, holding a cloth up to his bloody nose, suggests, “We should go look for Kirishima. He should be around here somewhere, right?”

“Unless he was eliminated…” Shinso counters with pursed lips.

I sink to the floor, hugging my knees to my chest. “That’s the only explanation for Kirishima’s sudden disappearance….”

The TV suddenly turns on, making all of us jump a little in fright. I stand up on wobbly legs to face the screen.

The picture of the seven jars, each with our specific power item inside, reappears on the TV; this time however, one of the jars is broken, and the glass is scattered atop the table.

Kirishima’s jar.

I start to feel queasy, a small groan leaving my lips. Shinso sense this, and comes over to comfort me; he drapes his arms across my shoulders, holding me close to him.

“ELIMINATION ONE IS COMPLETE.” The man’s voice from the TV announces as the picture of the jars is replaced by white noise, “DAY TWO IN THE TERROR HOUSE COMMENCES.”

It is now one minute past midnight.

The TV turns off, and we remaining six fall into a silent disbelief at what just happened.

“This place is fucking messed up.” Bakugo’s gruff voice speaks up, his head hanging low and his hair covering the top half of his face. “We need to get out. Now.”

We watch as he pushes himself from the wall he was leaning on for support and grabs a rifle from our weapon stockpile, filling the gun with a few bullets. I raise an eyebrow at him, the tears still stinging my eyes, “What are you p-planning?”

Bakugo checks to make sure he loaded the riddle correctly, “I’m going to blow a fucking wall out.” He cocks the gun, a snarl on his lips, “We’re getting the hell out of here, one fucking way or another.”