Warning: This chapter may be a tad scarier for younger audiences...then again, I'm realizing I probably should've had a warning for this entire arc as it's all kinda scary. Regardless, please tread with caution.

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Goro stood in front of me as his arms melted off into goo to wrap around me. I tried to fight it. I really did. The more I struggled, the faster the goo would wrap around my arms and legs, forcing them to contract into my torso until I was nothing more than a pink and beige blob with a head.

When he was done, Goro's arms were shortened to where his elbows would've been. He created hands at the ends of them, before he ripped the blankets that were underneath me. It wasn't like I could've used them, not when I was a human meatball with a head that is.

The weird thing about having his Quirk wrapped around me was that I couldn't feel my arms or legs. It wasn't like they went numb. Instead, my body from the neck down felt like that slime Ollie would play with. It was disgusting.

Without feeling anything, there was no way I could've used my own Quirk to turn into someone else. After being here for so long, I don't think I could've used it without them catching me. I was hopeless.

My only hope was that my friends would come and save me, but at the same time, I didn't want them to deal with these guys. They were far more dangerous than the villains anyone would encounter in the street. Plus, they were just students. We were just learning how to be heroes. It wasn't like we should've been expected to be heroes right away.

Kannon said that, "After all, when your friends from U.A. don't show up, you'll realize how selfish those heroes truly are." He might have believed that, but I didn't. It might be true that I thought heroes were a bit selfish, but after being in U.A, these past couple of months, I had learned that wasn't entirely true. My teachers tried their best in helping in helping their students become better heroes. My classmates, they all had selfless reasons on why they wanted to become heroes, and even if I didn't know all their reasons for wanting to become a hero, I knew it was true. I knew it was because of how they helped one another.

But I couldn't worry about that now. Right now, I had different problems to worry about. Kannon said I would be put in time out for two days, but instead of being put somewhere "special," I was back in that childish room filled with toy dolls. I might not have had the ability to walk around like before, but I still couldn't see how they considered this a punishment.

"I have to apologize," the man in front of me said as he started folding up the blanket with his small arms. "But what the boss says goes."

"Then why do you put up with him?" I asked.

Goro was taken back as his eyes widened a bit. "I thought you—well, he's a good man, despite his methods. He promised he'd make me forget my Quirk once we finally get rid of most of the world of theirs."

"Knock knock knock!" A high pitched voice started to sing. "I heawd somebody was a naughty wittle gurl."

My eyes widened in fear, as the man took a step away, so I could see the door. When it opened, a head full of pink hair poked through. When her pink eyes saw me, she started to pout.

"Awe, dis won't be vewy fun. I wanted to see da wittle baby stwuggle a bit," Nightshade pouted before she pushed the door open to come inside.

While I was afraid, I couldn't feel my heart pounding or my body shake. I looked down, realizing that was only because I was made into a human meatball. I couldn't feel anything because of it, just that my face started to heat up as sweat started rolling down my face.

I was wrong in thinking this time-out couldn't be bad. Knowing what this woman could do, I was terrified.

"Go easy on her, Nightshade," Goro said.

The pink haired woman chuckled as she hid her mouth behind her hands. "Oh, da boss said I don't hafta do that! I getta have all the fun I want!" Her laughter stopped as she looked down at me. "If only Meaty didn't hafta use his Quirk, I'd make sure you'd wook even cuter than a baby doll."

I pulled my head back, feeling the wall behind me. It didn't help as Nightshade continued to walk towards me, pulling her fingers away and placed them into her pockets.

"Now, now, now, don't be shy," she cooed. "I'll make sure you're all pretty when you're a good gurl. Put some pretty bows in your hair, doll you up with some make up. Oh! We could even put you in some cutsie wittle fwiwy dwesses. But we can't do dat if you're being a naughty wittle gurl, so wookies wike we've got some work to do."

Nightshade pulled out two things of lipstick from her pocket and brought them up to her face. She didn't seem like the kind of person to wear lip-stick as her lips seemed a natural pink. Seeing her up close, it was a weird detail I never noticed before. Her entire face was caked in make-up. The only thing missing was lipstick.

"Do you want charcoal black or onyx black?" she asked, showing me the two sticks in front of me.

Instead of answering, I sucked my lips into my mouth, not wanting any of that. Black lipstick? I could almost hear Sakura in the back of my head saying how that was a horrible choice. In her opinion, bright colors would be best. Pinks, reds, and occasionally oranges were the colors that would be best.

If Sakura would've heard this, she would've had a crisis.

Realizing that I didn't answer, Nightshade chuckled again. "Oh, so you're pwayin hard to get? I see. Well, in that case, maybe we should go with onyx black, so you will wearn your wittle weason by da time you wake up."

The woman tucked the charcoal lipstick back in her pocket before she uncapped the onyx one and rubbed it all over her lips. She didn't even need to use the mirror to know where to apply. After it rubbed around her lips two times, forcing her lips to be pitch black, she smacked her lips together and tossed the lipstick over her shoulder.

"Be a good wittle gurl, and it'll be over before you know it," she said as she leaned in.

Not wanting to deal with her, I swung my head to the right and over to the left, forcing my body to lay on the bed. I looked up realizing I dodged the woman's lips just in time. She blinked as she looked down at me, smiling menacingly.

Ignoring that look, I tried to force myself off the bed by rolling away. There was only one problem. No matter how much I moved, I seemed to have stuck to the bed. My eyes widened as Nightshade knelt beside me, gently threading her hand through my hair.

"Awe, you really wanna pway hard to get? Cute. Guess I will have a bit of fun after all. Thanksies," she said before her grip tightened on my short hair as she yanked back.

Without thinking, I squeezed my eyes shut as my mouth opened to scream. The pain was horrifying as I could feel some of my hairs being torn out.

"Time for your nappy poo, grouchy baby," the woman announced before I felt her lips smack onto mine.

My eyes shot opened in shock to see her pink eyes flash before me, staring into mine. There was a spark in them before she closed them. As her eyes closed, I could feel mine doing the same, forcing my whole body to go numb.

~*~*~*~

When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing in the middle of U.A. I looked down, seeing the gray uniform clinging onto my body. The red tie, green skirt, even the black leggings I wore, all seemed to have been there. My hands instinctively grabbed onto the straps of my backpack, just before I heard someone screaming.

The sound was so abrupt that I turned my head, trying to find the source. There were no students around. No one was around. Still, the screaming continued. I ran as fast as I could towards the nearest exit, only to be stopped by a girl a bit shorter than me. Her black hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, showing off her emerald-colored eyes.

Upon seeing her, I should have felt relieved. I hadn't seen my best friend in days. Yet, there was something in her eyes that made me tense up.

"How could you?" Sakura cried out.

Her words took me off guard. I was about to ask why when I felt something grabbing my arms pulling me away from her. My head turned back, seeing two, doll-like girls with rosy cheeks and puffy dresses pulling me away. They looked down at me with a cheshire-like grin on their faces.

My heart started to pound as I snapped my head back to Sakura. While being pulled away from her, she still seemed fairly close.

"Sakura," I cried out. "Help!"

"You expect me to help you after all you've done?" she sneered, placing her hands on her hips. "You lied about everything! I thought we were supposed to be friends."

Hearing her say that, I felt everything stop. The two doll-like girls who grabbed me stopped. Realizing that, I jerked out of their grasp and started to run towards my friend.

There had to be some sort of misunderstanding for this whole thing. Sakura and I were friends. We had to be. After all, I didn't tell her about anything. Not yet.

Unless...she found out. The closer I got to her, I saw Sakura taking a few steps back, shaking her head in disgust.

"Don't you dare come near me, you ungrateful bastard child! Don't you have any idea what you've done? You come in thinking you're all that, but you were just tricking all of us. How could you?" Sakura screamed.

I froze. Sakura knew how much I hated being called that. Was that what she really thought of me? Was she ever truly my friend?

Something wrapped around my ankle before I was yanked down on the ground. My eyes winced in pain, but instead of getting up, I just laid there.

"And you said you wanted to be a hero? Was that all a lie too?" a new voice questioned.

My eyes peeled open to see an orange haired boy and a boy with darker skin towering over me in disgust. The taller one of the two didn't give me the time of day as he rolled his eyes and looked away. It was the orange haired boy that made my heart stop as I realized it was him who had spoken.

Of all the ways I wanted Kaito to find out about me not wanting to become a hero, I didn't want him to think it was a lie. It was the worst case scenario. And seeing him looking at me like that, I couldn't breathe.

How did he find out?

"I-I-I-" I started to stutter, only the voice seemed distant. I turned my head away before I forced myself on my hands and my knees. My stomach turned as I saw the cuts ripping down my leggings. Blood was oozing out of it. I tried to ignore it as I struggled to get onto my hands and feet. Only, it didn't happen. The moment I was about ready to stand, a foot slammed into my back, forcing me to fall head first into the grass.

"Pathetic. How the hell did this bastard get into U.A.? You're weak," Raiden's voice echoed around.

"I did it for Ollie," I claimed as tears stung my eyes. I looked up, noticing a crowd of doll-like people surrounding me. Some reminded me of my classmates, but most had the possessed smile on their faces.

All of them were throwing nasty comments my way.

While most of the words didn't hurt, every time the word "bastard" would come out, I flinched. The more they caught onto it, the more the same word would come out.

Only one person acted differently. A boy with mousy brown hair flopping all over his head knelt down beside me. For a moment, I relaxed, ignoring the words that came out of the people's mouths as my sweet, innocent, little brother knelt by my side. Seeing that he didn't say a word like the others, I didn't care. As long as Ollie was by my side, I'd be okay.

That glimmer of hope flickered away the moment it came. Blood started to ooze out of his chest as he reached out for the me that was on the floor.

"You were never there for me, Tami," his innocent voice cried out. My eyes widened in sheer horror as my eyes were glued onto the crimson that stained his shirt. "You were never the hero that could save me."

I reached for him, trying to get him to understand. The moment I did, my hand went through him as if he was a ghost. Like any ghost, he started to disappear, with nothing left to prove that he was there.

The voices boomed around to the point that I felt as if I was drowning in them. More and more people started to surround me until I couldn't see anymore. The weight of the things holding me back grew heavier, but seeing Ollie gone made my body go weak.

Ollie was gone. It was my fault.

I covered my hands over my face. Ollie was gone. I couldn't take anymore of this punishment. What did I do to deserve this? No. Ollie didn't deserve any of that.

Without Ollie...what was I going to do?

"What do we have here?"

I looked up, seeing a man with long green hair sitting on a park bench. The people who were harassing me had disappeared. Their voices were nonexistent. All I could hear now were the birds chirping, children playing on swings and talking to one another, and leaves rustling in the wind.

I was no longer at U.A. I was in a park, a park that looked awfully familiar.

"You wanna see a cool trick I learned today?"

That voice. It sounded familiar. I turned my head to see a little girl with short blonde hair that had barely reached below her chin as she looked at the man sitting on the bench. In her hands was an old rag doll that had to have seen better days. My jaw dropped, realizing it was me. Not me as in who I was now, but me when I was about seven years old.

"And what cool trick is that?" the man said.

"Watch! I can turn into different people, including my cousin, Amy! Watch me, watch me!" she squealed as she closed her eyes and clenched her tiny hands into fists.

My eyes widened as I watched her transform. Or, as I watched myself transformed. It was something I had never done as it took my full concentration to shift into anyone. When I started changing for the first time, I always had people describe it to me, but I couldn't picture it.

Now I could.

Her short blonde hair started to elongate and darken into a dark red while freckles started to cover her entire face. I noticed her nose started to fatten a bit and pinch upwards while her eyes moved further away from it. My cousin, Amy, wasn't someone I was close to as I had stopped writing to her ages ago, but seeing her eight-year-old self standing in front of that stranger, it was weird how fast I could recognize her.

The moment her eyes opened, I noticed they were no longer brown, but a deep blue with specks of gray in them. It shocked me how smooth everything seemed to go when she transformed as I knew internally, it was hard to memorize all the details, and it took a lot of concentration.

"See! See! I'm no longer Tami Smith! I'm Amy King! See!" the red-head explained as she jumped up and down in excitement.

None of what I was watching made sense. Growing up, my mom called me a quiet kid. It drove Sakura insane when we first met as I could hardly get a word out and kept to myself most of the time. Yet, somehow, this all felt familiar.

"I'm impressed. Tell me, Tami, would your mother happen to be Helen?" the man asked.

I snapped my head away from the younger me and looked up at the man I was talking to. The moment I did, I couldn't believe I didn't recognize him sooner. He even had the same scars running down his face. Yet, despite the looks, the younger me was so eager to show off her Quirk to even notice how shady this man was.

Innocent, I had to remember that I had to have been no older than seven, so I was too innocent to even realize how much of a bad idea it was to walk up to a stranger. I had to watch as her head nodded up and down, just as the illusion of being Amy had slowly faded away.

"Would you mind doing something for me?" he asked. "I think it's only fair I show you my Quirk since you showed me yours, but I need you to relax and close your eyes."

Not knowing how much of a bad idea that was, I was forced to watch her close her eyes. I took a step closer to try and whisk her away from the man, but I felt something pulling me back. I refused to look back as I knew who was holding me back once more. Still, I continued to struggle.

I needed to warn my younger self. She needed to get out of there!

"Good girl," the man said. I snapped my head towards him, seeing as he placed his hands on her head. As he did, a dark fog started to wrap around her. "Now, you're not going to remember anything when you leave because you're young. It was just a normal day at the park and nothing more. Your Quirk is new, so whenever you're talking to your mom tonight, you'll discover it for the first time."

I noticed my younger self shift uncomfortably, almost as if she was starting to realize this was a bad idea. Taking notice of this, Kannon moved his right hand to grab her shoulder, keeping her still.

"Stop it," my younger self whispered in protest.

"Not until you learn your lesson the easy way, unlike me," he explained. "You see, I'm a hero, or I was a hero, but all heroes are bad. You're only uncomfortable right now because you don't understand quite yet. Heroes are horrible. You can't trust them. The only people you can trust are family and—"

"Tami! Where are you? It's time to go home," a familiar voice called.

Kannon stopped whatever he was doing. When he did, the younger me took that as an advantage and ripped herself out of his grasp, opened her eyes, and started to run away. My eyes widened, realizing what that man did to me seven years ago.

There was nothing I could have done to change any of that.

Author's Note:

Would you believe me if I said writing this gave me legit nightmares? I hope none of you suffer the same thing, and if you do, I'm so sorry.

Okay, so I can't really explain things like the anime/manga does during the story, so I thought I'd quickly explain how Nightshade's Quirk works and her Ultimate Move. Nightshade'a Quirk allows her victim to fall asleep if she kisses them on the lips. It's never determined how long they fall asleep for. However, if she uses a certain color lip stick, she can control how long they're how and what'll happen. Black is nightmares, the darker the shade, the worse the nightmares are. Each color is a different effect. Each layer is 24 hours.

And that's why Nightshade would be the character here I'd be most afraid of. So, for this week's question, which character—Nightshade, Goro, or Tami's Dad—would you be most scared of? All of them have a scary trait when you think about it: Goro can turn you into a pile of goo for however long he'd want, Tami's dad could make you forget everything, and Nightshade, well, she kisses you, and you're out for the count.

Character Spotlight: Oliver
Quirk: None
Likes: Heroes

Song: Dark Piano - Insomiac

Yes....4/5's of this arc is songs from Dark Piano because of the creepy vibes it gives and with this being a creepy arc, it just works.