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"Nightmares are scariest when . . .

they become . . . Real."

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"Alright everyone listen up," Aizawa spoke uninterestingly, while unzipping his yellow sleeping bag, and stepping out of it in regret. "Good job at surviving your pop quiz this morning . . . So I hope your ready for a much more challenging test."

The whole class flinched at the sudden mood switch in their teacher's attitude, that some could not help but sink into their seats nervously. " Excuse me Mr.Aizawa, but weren't we supposed to have a field trip today?? To the Red Moon Mansion?" Kaminari nervously asked, unsure whether his question was relevant.

"If you allowed me to continue maybe you would know," his teacher muttered, an overly dominate, dark aura surrounding him, causing Kaminari's self confidence to shatter into smithereens. " You still have umm, about twenty minutes to get ready. Wear your gym clothes, meet up at the school gates by then."

With that he held his sleeping back, mood switching back to being uninterested in anything around him, and dragged himself out of the room with his iconic a deadpan expression. Once he was out to sight the class erupted into chaos.

"Alright! A challenge to see whose the manliest man among us!!" Kirishima cheered, hardening his hands, and knocking his knuckles together excitedly." Hey Bakugo! What do you think?!"

"About what Shitty Hair?!" Bakugo spat in his usual aggressive tone.

"About the haunted mansion obviously!" Kirishima grin widened at his friend's outburst.

" Well speaking of the Red Moon Mansion" Sero interrupted, while walking towards the squad, " . . . I here that people always see there greatest fears in there, and that they certainly are more than just illusions. Imagine getting bitten for real by a zombie!"

"Uh, why do you have to say that?" Kaminari complained, while sulking in his seat, still not recovered from his teacher lashing at him. " What could be worse than Mr.Aizawa's lectures anyway? Seriously, someone might think he came back from the dead himself!"

" Maybe if your sorry kiss ass stopped asking such pathetic questions and nagging so much! You wouldn't get yelled at much Dipshit Pikachu!" Bakugo barked, aggressive kicking his legs over his desk.

"Was that necessary?" the blond boy moped with fake tears gushing out of his eyes pitifully.

"Did you say something you little fuck?!" Kirishima rushed to his hot tempered friend, and slowly held onto his shoulders, to stop him from blowing Kaminari's head off.

"Hey bro, take it easy!" he spoke in his usual hyper mood, while patting Bakugo reassuringly, enough to maintain his friend's urge to to kill the electrical quirked boy, but not enough to wipe out his life threatening glare.

***

Maybe Sero's exaggerated gossip were not really exaggerated after all. Kirishima and the rest of the Bakusquad descend off the school bus, and took a good look at the exquisite, yet unnerving, grey building standing before them. They were all dressed in their school's gym clothes, since well that was told of them. The Red Moon Mansion, a very popular tourist spot that is highly recommended to visit during the Halloween season, surrounded by it own woodland, and owned by a small family called, Ogawa. "Man it really does live up to its name," Kaminari held back his stutter, as he glanced over at the crows circling over the front yard's steel, entrance gates.

" Man, just what do you think they have in there?!" Kirishima asked no one in particular, before glimpsing over at his blond friend.

"Tch, just some old ass place. . . Nothing impressive!" Bakugo replied to the red head, while smacking him a bit forcefully on the back. "I bet fucking Deku there, has already wet his pants." he pointed at Midoriya, who was a bit agitated and uneasy while chatting with Uraraka and Torodoki.

        It did no take long for everyone to settle down and listen to All Might explaining the objective of this trip. Kirishima could not help, but tilt his head, troubled by how many of his teachers seemed to consider this a test, before glancing over at Bakugo, who seemed to have took notice too since he was oddly calm of once. Something told him this was not going to be just any simple test.

***

Due to the odd numbers, Kirishima and Bakugo were teamed up together. Probably since Bakugo's sense of cooperation with the rest of the class was far worse than anyone could imagine. Since lady luck was on Kirishima's side tonight, they entered first. Truth to be told, walking through the front yard of grey and just about dead rose bushes did not offer any sort of comfort what so ever. The crimson-ceramic floor tiles had small cracks among them with a few dead twigs poking out like sore thumbs. "Would you look at how fucked up this place is," Bakugo spoke, catching his red-headed friend's curiosity to follow his gaze to an old orchard tree, whose small and wrinkled leaves had a peculiar shade of a deep, blood red color from one side and faded into a bright yellow hue.

Kirishima's stare flickered to the rigged, red roots that seemed to slightly shift position agitatedly as he and his ill tempered, best friend made their way to the entrance doors. Bakugo literally kicked open the door open, while followed by a few explosives, causing it to fly to the end of the hall, and crashing into the wall's wooden amber shelves. "Are you sure we are allowed to damage their property?" the scarlet haired boy chuckled awkwardly, before looking back at the front yard's gates, which were now barely visible through the sudden, thick, white fog. "Was it this foggy when we came?"

"Hey Shitty Hair," Bakugo called out in a calmer yet stern voice." Keep your fucking shit together."

" I'm not panicking though, bro!" the other boy yelled in a farther more hyper and ear-splitting voice than usual.

"Yeah right Dipshit," Kirishima sweat dropped at Bakugo's reply, before catching sight of a strange black liquid dripping from the rugged, marble ceiling.

He was not was scared or anything, just a bit confused about why their teachers kept calling this place a 'test.' The blond boy followed his gaze, before turning his attention to the shallow shadows of the dim building, but quickly looked beneath him upon noticing the black liquid seeping through the cracks. "Kirishima!" He called out to the other boy, who had his quick already activated. " Think we found out why this is a test."

The black liquid seemed to crawl towards them as if manipulated. Kirishima and Bakugo stood back to back, not that it did them any good as the liquid flooded the hall. " Wanna blow us out of here bro?" the red head asked in a teasing tone, to which Bakugo scoffed at.

" Three . . ." he mumbled under his breath, a cocky smirk making his way to his lips.

"Two . . ." Kirishima counted, locked arms with the hot headed boy.

"One . . ."

"ZERO!"

Just as the the liquid tar-like material reached out to them, an immensely combative cry, came out of Bakugo as his explosive quick shot them through the ceiling, with Kirishima straightforwardly taking all the damage, without the slightest graze on his fine skin thanks to his quick, hardening. Just when they shot through the roof, Bakugo flinched, and looked down, only to discover some of the pitch black liquid had latched itself around his left ankle. "Little shit," he mumbled, as the black matter slingshotting them down into the dark abyss that had formed where they once stood.

"Argh, I can't move," Kirishima glanced at Bakugo, who was just blurring out curse words repeatedly in his ticked off, explosive manner. "Guess there is no need to worry about you Explosion Boy."

"THE FUCK DID YOU SAY SHARK TEETH?!"the blond blew up even more.

Sinking into the thick pool of tar-like liquid was close to drowning in quicksand, and with Bakugo constantly cursing and trying to thrash around, they were only sinking more rapidly than Kirishima anticipated. Eventually, the blond shutted up, but that was only because their ridiculously good looking faces were the only part of their body sticking out of the bubbly, black slime. "We messed up bad . . ." before another word could leave Kirishima's lips his vision of the mansion's roof fixing itself became dominated by the bubbly-black-liquid.

For a second, the boy held his breath and shut his eyes tightly. Sue this mansion and this Hallwoeen trip altogether! Kirishima was not able to breath, but just then the black liquid melted away, and he fell to his knees gasping to breath. This was not anything close to what he pictured a haunted house to be on a Halloween night. . . No, scratch that, Helloween night. "Hey Bakugo you okay?" He turned to where he expected to see his blond friend, only to face someone else . . . himself . . . Or more more specifically his past self. Same old black hair, combed down. Same high school white shirt and black pants. Same old hopeless expression he would hold whenever he was at his breaking point.

Kirishima stood face to face with his high school self. It was an illusion, right? It had to be! "Alright this defiantly is someone's quirck," he looked around as if trying to search for anyone, whom this could belong to and any sign of his hot headed friend. "Enough screwing around, and face me like a man!"

"This is not an illusion," his high school self spoke with his head hung low in depression."None of this is."

Kirishim grinted his teeth, feeling irritated by how he assumed the owner of the quirck was talking to him,"Alright, your crossing the line now!"

Hardening his fist, he launched it at the black haired boy, planting a perfect bruise on his cheek, and causing him to spit a handful of blood. . . But the highschool boy did not react in anyway. He kept staring at the ground . . .frustrated about something. Kirishima expected him to vanish into a poof of smoke, but the boy just stood there with the black slime bubbling around him like an old friend. "H-how are you real?" the red- head stuttered, not finding any logical explanation to how his past downhearted self was still standing before him.

"Because I'm you stupid," he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone."By the way, it's no use . . . Trying to be a hero I mean."

Kirishima's panick suddenly halted, and a sudden wave of resentment and dismay came crashing down at him instantly. The thought of giving up itself was unquestionable. "The hell with that!" He yelled, grabbing the boy by his shoulders in frustration. "No way!"

"Really?" The boy chuckled half-heartedly,"Isn't the a gap between you and your classmates just getting wider with every passing day?"

The boy flinched upon hearing his words. Falling behind . As his head clouded with hesitation and regret the bkack-haired boy looked up, a wicked grin spreading on his face. "There you go again, see? Your not even sure yourself!" he chuckled as mad as a hatter. "Man nothing really changed, huh? We're still so naive and babbling about manliness and all that honour crap!"

How did he know all of this? Was there really a quirck that could see his past insecurities? Or was this place really as haunted as it seems? His other set's laughter echoed through the black slime covered halls of the mansion. "You are getting stronger, but come on . . . Let's be real," he started again, sinking in the feeling of doubt and feeding Kirishima's insecurities," do you think that you can even surpass Bakugo? Heck even Midoriya can beat us up like it's nothing."

Kirishima's hands fell from the black haired boy, and this time it was his past's turn to wrap him around it's finger. The red-head looked down, and felt his senses slipping away as the younger boy pulled him into a hug. From the corner of his eyes he could spot his red irises burning into his own. "Kirishima are you scared? Of me? Your past?" He asked tilting his head to he side in an unmentally stable manner, with his hair slightly swaying to the side. "Ah poor me, everytime you think you have gotten her me you face me again . . .But this time I am real as much as you."

Kirishima had completely lost control over himself, and could no longer feel the sticky black liquid climbing on his leg, and up his back. This was anything, but okay. The red-head's thoughts were in knots. Was he wrong, right, wrong ?! Heck he no longer knew! He could only stare at his old self, and watch the black liquid sink into him like a parasite. Self doubt? I always had that a lot, right? . . . But going to US High School was it not his chance to prove everyone and everything wrong? To give himself a new start? To be someone come to when they need or want help?! How could he do any if that if he doubts himself?!

Instantly, the glimmer in his eyes returned, but he still could not completely move. "Everything you say isn't wrong, but . . . But I want to be a hero! A new start! A new me!!" Kirishima gave a firece grinned, and shakily lifted a thumbs up to his past self. "We have to become harder to break to make that dream, come true, okay?!"

Every muscle and joint ached in his body. He was fighting the urge of tuning into someone he used to be. Insecure, self-frustrated, but that was over . . . Finally over . . .

His past self sighed, as if giving in to defeat, and let out a heartful laugh, while covering his eyes to hide the tears gushing out.

"I guess so man . . . I want to be a hero too."

***

A moan left Kirishima's lips as his cherry red eyes shot open swiftly, and sat up to observe his surroundings. He was sitting on the mossy crimson-ceramic ground of the backyard? Right in front of him stood Mrs. Midnight along with a middle-aged-man and a girl about the same age as him. "Congrats on surviving your nightmare Kirishima!" His teacher cheered. "You even made it before Bakugo! Ow speaking of the devil himself."

The boy glance cover at the pitch-black-backdoor of the mansion behind him, only to see Bakugo getting spit out. Literally. "WHOSE FUCKING THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUNNY TO PLAY THESE CHEAP TRICKS EH?!" The blond blew up in rage, while glaring at the two strangers and Mrs.Midnight, but stopped upon noticing Kirishima's unsual quite state. "HEY SHITTY HAIR!"

The red-head snapped back to reality and stood up, dusting off his clothes, before shooting his best friend a reassuring smile, "So what messed up nightmare did you have for this Helloween? "

"NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS !"

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