Ollie.

That was the only person I could think about, my little brother. It seemed like it was forever since I had last seen him. With all that had happened, I needed to make sure he was safe. As his big sister, I needed to keep him safe, but that didn't happen. Not when I got tricked by the woman with the kissing Quirk, who made me think he was in danger when he wasn't.

My eyes shot open as I remembered what did happened. My memories were still intact. At least, I think they were.

I'm Tami Smith. I thought to myself. Fourteen years old. I'm the daughter of Helen Davis, and Ollie's my little brother, my little half-brother. Davis would be my mom's married name as she married Peter a while ago. Sakura, Kaito, and Yamamoto are my closest friends from U.A. Kaito and I have been dating for a week now. We were supposed to go to the American festival together, but I doubt that'll happen now. Sakura has been my best friend since I moved to Japan. Knowing that I was the one who talked her into going to the Hero Festival, I couldn't imagine how she was feeling now. Then, there's Raiden Yamamoto who would smack me in the head for being tricked. I go to U.A. because I'm training to be a hero for my family, even though I really don't want to be a hero. My Quirk is Biochange. I know I have a Quirk. I know how to use it. I didn't forget my Quirk.

A breath of relief escaped my lips. Maybe it was all a bad dream. Maybe none of that stuff actually happened. After all, Nobu Eto was the only guy we knew about who was kissed. He was missing for a month, not remembering what had happened, or more importantly, had no recollection on how to use his Quirk or that he even had one. I, at least, remembered that. If I did, then there was no way that was real.

It was just a bad dream. Probably everything was a dream, and this was supposed to be the day that I went the Hero Festival, or maybe even the American Festival with my friends.

I looked around, feeling that hope fade away. This wasn't my room. The walls were covered in pink wallpaper with purple and orange flowers all over it. Toy dolls lined up the shelves and laid against the walls. Even as I looked down, I noticed I was covered in a white blanket with lace on the ends. This wasn't my bed. This wasn't my room either. No. This was a room that a little toddler would stay in, but much bigger than the one I had back home.

Where was I?

I placed my hands beside me and pushed myself up into a seated position to get a better look. As I did, I noticed a brown rope tied around my wrists. My head turned to see if where the other end was and frowned when I noticed the other end of the rope was tied to the golden metal bedposts beside me.

Why was I tied up this way?

Not wanting to be like this, I pulled my hands together, hoping I could untie them myself, but my hands couldn't reach a foot within each other. Even if I pointed my fingers towards each other, there was no way I could untie them.

There had to be a way out of here, but how?

My hands grabbed onto the blanket and pulled the white laced blanket off of me. While it was a long shot, I hoped my legs weren't tied together. Only, when I saw them tied together with rope from my ankles all the way up to my knees, I realized that was the least of my worries.

I could feel my stomach turn as another horrifying thought came to mind. The room I was in looked as if it was made for a child, from the dolls that lined up the walls and shelves to the white laced blanket and bed that looked like it could belong to a child who loved fairytales. Only, this was far from a fairytale, especially since I was no longer in the kimono I was wearing before. Instead, I was wearing a knee length, pink dress with lace all over it.

Why were they doing this to me? What did I ever do to deserve this?

For a moment, I froze, wishing I had that blanket covering me once again, so I wouldn't have to see. When I looked, I realized it had fallen off the bed, which was impossible for me to grab. Even if I could cover myself up to hide the doll-like dress I was in, it still wouldn't erase the problem that I was in it, or that I was tied up.

I squeezed my eyes shut, falling back onto the pillow. This was all a nightmare, wasn't it? I mean, who would put so much effort into changing what I wore when what I wore didn't matter? Why would they tie my legs together and hands to the bedpost when that door was probably locked? What about the random dolls that lined up the room? Of all things, why would they be there? I wasn't a child.

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by the pink walls painted with purple and orange flowers once again. I tried again, hoping it would go away a second, third, fourth, and fifth time. By the sixth attempt, I felt my chest getting heavy as my hands started to shake for a moment.

This was all real? I bit the inside of my mouth as I looked around. There were no windows for me to escape out of. Only the door on the far end of the room, that was my only chance of escape. Even if it was locked, I could change into Raiden Yamamoto and fight my way out of there. I wasn't going to let them do anything to me. I couldn't.

But, if I changed into him now, the ropes would get tighter, not looser. I could change into Ollie, but seeing the dress that I wore, I remembered on critical detail that would make that transition awkward. That was mainly because I was wearing a dress. Looking at it more, it had a sweetheart neckline with puffy sleeves. Changing into Ollie, while in this pink dress, it wouldn't feel right.

I thought about my classmates, realizing my best friend wasn't that much shorter than me. Her arms were as dainty as a ballerina, but her height wouldn't make me spill out of the dress when I'd have to turn back. My eyes squeezed shut once more, only this time, it wasn't to convince myself that this was a nightmare. It was going to turn into Sakura Sakai, who was four foot eleven, three inches shorter than me, but small enough to slip out of there.

The ropes that wrapped around my wrists started to loosen as I felt my body shrink. I peeled my eyes open and pulled my hands out of the rope, starting with my left hand. I tugged, pulled, and twisted my hand around until it finally slipped out of its bonds. My eyes widened with excitement, realizing what I did.

There might be a chance I make it out after all. I'd just have to hurry.

And hurried I did. Without my watch, I wasn't sure how long it truly took me, but I was able to untie my right wrist, which allowed me to bend over my legs and untie the ropes that had wrapped around my legs. Once those were gone, I let the illusion of being Sakura go.

Once I was back in my own body, I looked around once more, trying to figure out if there was a clock of some sort in here. It was then I realized how true Mr. Elastic's words were. If I was going to deal with anyone, I needed to learn more about my Quirk. Memorizing what ten minutes would be would've been perfect in this situation, but I didn't. I didn't think I would need to know anything as I planned on getting out of that school as soon as I could find an excuse to.

For years, I never imagined using my Quirk for anything but getting me out of tough situations. Well, no, that was a lie. I could see myself using it to help others learn history, like I did with Ollie all the time. Maybe I could use it for whatever occupation I'd end up with. I just didn't think I would have been thrown into another tough situation—like when I was in the library—again so quickly.

My head turned to look at the door. If I wanted to get to him, I'd need to be patient. There was no way I could leave right now. If I did, and was caught, it would be over for me. Right now, I needed to guess what ten minutes were, so I could change into someone else to fight my way out of here if needed.

Patience, that was what was going to get me out of here. I just wasn't going to go down without a fight. My legs swung over the bed and carefully brushed against the purple carpeted floor. The soft fabric that was used tickled my feet, taking me off guard.

Why would they make this room so nice when my captures planned on me being a prisoner here? Something wasn't adding up. I looked down to make sure I wasn't imagining things, but surely enough, my bare feet were shifting onto the carpet.

Suddenly, there were three knocks on the door. I froze, feeling my blood rushing in my veins. My heart started to race as I could only imagine what would happen next.

"Tami-tan," a high-pitched voice came from the other side of the door. "It's time for your nappy-poo to be done."

"You know she can't hear you, right Nightshade?" a masculine voice asked.

"Oh, you're no fun, Meaty. I just don't want to barge in," the woman, Nightshade, pouted.

Wait. I knew her voice. I pulled my hands closer as I slowly looked up at the door. That woman, Nightshade, she was the one who kidnapped me by—by—by—

I was going to die! I don't want to die!

"Stop calling me Meaty," the man groaned. "It's Goro."

The doorknob started to shake as I heard one of them trying to open it. I started to look around the room, trying to figure a way out of here, but there was no way out. All there were was dolls that lined up against the wall. There were no windows to escape from.

Even if there were, I'd probably need to change to either fit through one or to reach one. I looked down at the dress I was in, realizing a flaw in my original plan of getting out of here. Raiden was much taller than me. There was no way I could've turned into him without ripping the dress, making it much more difficult to change back into my normal self once I found my way back.

"Oh! The wittle sweepy heads awake!"

My head snapped up to see the pink haired woman standing on the other end of the room. Behind her was a man with white hair and blue eyes. Unlike the last time I saw them, they were now wearing the same outfit: a skin-tight black shirt with matching pants and combat boots.

"I apologize for the precaution we had to take to keep you here. The boss said you're much more dangerous than anyone we'd usually have to take care of," Goro explained.

"T-t-t-t-take c-c-care of?" My words faltered as I spoke. I could feel the sweat beading on my brow as my hands started to shake a bit. It didn't help that the room felt as if it was getting hotter, making it nearly impossible to breathe. "I—why me? Wha-what are you—"

Nightshade cut me off by giggling. "Awe! You're so cute!" she squealed as her hands slapped together and started rubbing them. Her pink eyes squeezed shut while her mouth curved into an excited grin. "I hope the boss keeps you!"

"K-k-keeps me? Wha-what?" I asked. "I-I'm not a t-t-toy! You can't do that!"

Unfortunately my pleas only came out as a small whimper. Upon seeing me like this, Nightshade giggled even more, walking closer to me. I tried looking around for a place to run, but I couldn't. By the time I thought about getting up and running to make things harder for them, I felt a delicate hand grab my shoulder. My head snapped up to look right into Nightshade's eyes.

No. No. No!

I couldn't...not again. She wouldn't, would she? Was she going to use her Quirk once more on me? As much as I tried to back away, I couldn't. I tried, but the woman dug her nails into my shoulder, causing me to tense up and freeze. All I could do was squeeze my eyes shut, so I wouldn't at least witness it once again.

"Awe, did I hit a pwessure point? Poor thing. Pwomise you'll behave, or else you're gonna hafta deal with another kiss," she pouted. "Not that'd I'd mind, but ya did take quite a wong nap. Baby must've been tired."

My eyes peeled open, finding the woman leaning in so close that I could feel her breath hitting my face. Luckily, it didn't smell like anything, but she was too close for comfort. At the distance she was at, she could've easily stolen another...another...

Oh my gosh, she had just taken my first kiss! How did I not realize this in the first place?

"Stop playing with her, or we'll be late," Goro's voice chastised.

Nightshade stuck out her bottom lip as she muttered something I didn't quite hear. It didn't matter as she stood up and pushed me in front of her. When she let go, I stumbled on my own two feet, nearly falling face flat into the floor. The only reason I didn't was because I felt a pair of strong hands tightened around my arms and pulled me up.

This was my chance. I was away from Nightshade. I could run, couldn't I? The thought didn't stay in my mind long as I felt my arms pulled behind my back before a sticky substance wrapped around them. I turned my head back. My eyes widened in sheer horror at the sight.

My arms were gone! In their place was a pile of ivory gooey substance.

"Awe! Why do you getta use your Quirk, and I don't. Dat's not fair," Nightshade whined.

"Because unlike yours, I can control how long it'll be in use. Besides, it's only until we get her to the boss. I don't want to make her too uncomfortable," Goro claimed.

Too uncomfortable? I looked down at the pink dress I was in, feeling like some baby doll that a little kid would get from the toy store. The fact that I was tied to that bed and had to use my Quirk to get out, but I still couldn't escape as they barged in to do who knows what to me...and this guy didn't want me to feel too uncomfortable?

I had never been so uncomfortable in my entire life. For once, I wished I was in Mr. Elastic's hero classes rather than being here. I'd rather be ridiculed by Raiden than being here or embarrassed by Ollie for having Kaito being my boyfriend. Any situation that I felt uncomfortable in, I'd rather be in than here.

So, why was it that I had to be in this position? Why me?

Author's Note:

We've finally reached what I call the "Creepy Kidnapping Arc". Poor Tami is going to be very scared due to some of the horrors she's going to have to face. That's all I can say about that.

Since she has to face some of her fears (like facing villains with no way out, etc etc) I want to know, what is something you're scared of? Recently, I learned I'm not very fond of small rodents, especially rats. Eesh! Those things are scarier than they are in pictures, just giving y'all a fair warning: they don't always look like the cute little ones Ron Weasley has in Harry Potter. Sometimes, yes, but not always.

While we can usually avoid our fears, will Tami be able to escape hers? Only time will tell.

Character Spotlight: Nightshade
Quirk: Sleep Kiss
Likes: Seeing people squirm

Song: Dark Piano - Psycho