A mothers sorrow is undeniably the most tragic thing you can whiteness. It was like watching the parents soul being torn away from their body; replaced by a horrible emptiness which one can never really refill.

The loss of a child will always create an open wound, ready to be torn off again at any mention of the lost child.

And that was exactly what was happening.

Aizawa sighed as Inko began to ball her eyes out in the middle of the restaurant he had taken her too - just to discuss a few things. However not even five minutes into the conversation, she broke down completely.

"Miss Midoriya.. I'm so sorry for your loss." Shota forced out, he wasn't really the ideal person for compassion. Hell even more so now that his kill count was up to two bodies. And still the teacher yearned for more.

She sniffled and looked up at him with red-dimmed eyes, shoulders tense "you... you were the only one nice to my boy. He always came home and told me how amazing you were to him." Tears continued to fall down her cheeks as she spoke.

Aizawa was taken aback.

"He thought you were one of the most amazing people in the world. Izuku was never treated nicely by anyone because of his quirk-"

"What? His quirk was amazing though" Shota interrupted, pushing his sleek black hair behind his ear to get a better look at the distraught lady. Her eyes widened, in tern the sobs getting louder "yes! My baby was so talented.."

Shota looked out of the window, if only he could tell her that she was able to see izuku again. But this time it would be as a ghost, not to mention the fact he was literally putting a whole school through unimaginable torture as they spoke.

"I trust you already know what happened to him?.." Aizawa spoke in an unusually calm tone, nodding to the waiter as his coffee was placed on the table as they spoke.

Inko looked down at her trembling hands and nodded solemnly, making the 'hero' take a long sip of his drink and set it down with a subtle groan. "I'm sorry you had to know of such a fate, it was truly indistinguishable"

The mother's puffy eyes glanced at Aizawa's stoic face "I can't.. I can't even have a funeral because he's marked as missing. It's just so unfair, it makes me angry" the woman scrunched her fists and allowed her sleek green hair to cover the swollen redness of her cheeks.

"I understand Miss Midoriya."

Without warning, Inko snapped her head forward to make intense eye-contact with the opposite male.

"But!- I need you to help me. That's why I've come here" she took her phone out and slammed it against the table, making Shota's coffee ripple softly at the impact. The teacher looked at her phone, on it a small voice recording.

"What's this?" He asked curiously, to which Inko responded with a determined frown.

"I.. went to meet All Might, to get answers you see"

Aizawa's eyes widened a little behind his long strands of hair, memories of how Izuku had quite cleverly framed the hero into a horrible crime that day of the sports festival. Did she know something about this? Did she know about him? If so Shota would have to kill he-

"I recorded our conversation. Where All Might admitted to UA covering up my baby's death."

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Back at UA, the young ghost was having quite a ball teasing the remaining classmates roaming the desolate halls of their once happy school - occasionally peaking his head out of corners just to scare the shit out of them.

However, as of right now... Midoriya was doing some, let's say arts and crafts?

"Hm hm hm..." izuku fiddled with the hollow sockets he peeled from the faces of his three classmates, fiddling around with the skin in order to smoothen it out perfectly. The ghost's tongue peaked from his pale lips in concentration, eyebrows furrowed as he stretched the face over a collection of three teddy bears.

The sight was gnarly. Hollow holes where the student's eyes used to be replaced with the black beads of the stuffed animal, the fur underneath the skin making its texture slightly bumpy.

Izuku grinned, glowing eyes scrunched as he lined them all up with small hiccups of excitement. "It's like having their friends back again! I'm so nice, but they're all so ungrateful... right Kaminari?" The dead boy floated down to the ground and sat cross legged next to the teddy bear with denki's face.

He picked it up and stared into the black pupils, somehow they reminded him of Nezu's beady eyes.

"You look so cute like this ahah! Who should I give you to? Hmm... maybe jiro? she'd love to have her friend back!" Izuku exclaimed with strange delight, mouth curled tightly upwards. A deranged psychotic look present in his eyes.

Izuku set the teddy bear down with a affirmative nod, picking up the bear with Mina after "Ill give you tooo.. oh! How about iida. He'd love that!"

"And Momo, todoroki can have you!" The ghost giggled, eerily twitching occasionally in sadistic happiness. It was as if he was giving presents on Christmas eve, just a small taster before the big thing that is.

Izuku still had to find Katsuki first after all, it seemed the blonde had separated himself from the group. For once... it was a cleaver move on his part.

"What a pain, what a pain!" The ghost growled to himself and grabbed all the teddies and fazed through he ceiling to look for the group first.

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"W-We should find Bakugou.." Tokoyami piped up for the first time in a while. It was strange not having dark shadow with him, sort of like a void in his soul or rather a endless pit.

Iida who was still leading shook his head, shuffling around in some cupboards as everyone was scouring Nezu's empty office in search of some useful tools.

Not like it would do much anyways.

The remaining classmates had resorted to trying to find anything for protection or maybe some sort of navigation. Their 'school' felt like an endless fortress.   Each time Iida thought they knew where they were going another corridor or dead end would appear out of nowhere.

What was worse, was the fact there was hardly any light.

"We have to focus on ourselves! Bakugou is more than capable to protect himself!" The class rep yelled, his stern face scrunched in visible fear and terror which he was trying to hold back desperately.

"Hey! Found something!" Tsu croaked, holding up a little old fashioned tape.

She handed it hurriedly to Iida and hunched her back as he inspected it. On the rear was a message.

Written in a strange goopy, black liquid was; "play me" the letters were still fresh, staining the male's hand in an inky coal-like colour. It felt disgusting, little unknown lumps in the liquid.

Iida didn't really want to find out what it was.

"Kero. What should we do?" The girl wondered, it felt strange without Uraraka. The two were rather close, Asui simply wishes she was safe. She didn't know that the girl was very much the opposite, still suspended from the canteen ceiling.

A false hope.

"Nezu must have something in here to play it. Keep looking everyone!" He ordered, holding up the tape so everyone could get a look at it. everyone complied, still shuffling through drawers and even looking underneath the deceased principles desk.

Around five minutes later, Jiro surprised everyone with a little tape player found under some books on a shelf. The class made quick work of connecting it to a little projector which was running on a little bit of electricity.

it must've been planned... since all electrical items had been cut off.  Iida shook his head and tried to stay on task, everyone gathering around as he slid the tape inside. There were matters much more important than figuring out why this devise still had some electricity.

The air filtered to another tense silence as the projector processed the tape for a few moments, only building the tension even more.

Iida tensed as a small image popped up on the wall. It was in black and white, small pops and crackles filtering into the room - incessant scratching gnawing at their ears.

It looked almost retro, the black and white background flashing on and off before distorted screams was the next thing heard.

Shoto stared stoically at the light, his fists clenched white. Honestly, he had never really made fun of izuku. Nor had be belittled the young bat-boy's death. He was more someone who just observed. Along with many like Sato, Ojiro and others...

However, Todoroki wouldn't consider himself innocent at all. He had watched the greenete endure horrific acts of bullying and torment from his classmates - but as usual Shoto turned a blind eye.

So Todoroki only hoped his death would be quick. After all he had figured out it was inevitable. But the dual-quirked male silently followed along with the class nonetheless.

A little figuration of fuzzy dots forming a figure upon the screen finally snapped the male out of his daze. It was almost like a line of stars trying to form a constellation of some sort of person in a chair.

The faraway yells had ceased now, replaced with strained-heavy breathing.

The whole atmosphere was unsettling. Almost like feeling spiders crawl under your clothes unknowingly, their little legs clawing silent paths along goose-bumped skin.

The classroom was thick with the stench of sweat and stress, carbon dioxide building and causing the inhabitants to quicken their breaths unknowingly.

Finally, the image had become clear enough to make out what was happening. A person, more like a middle aged woman sat as still as stone. Face stretched into such a straight-unwavering, paper thin smile it was terrifying.

Midnight.

Her hair was a complete mess, hero costume completely pristine apart from her arm. All the white fabric had been stripped and clawed away from her forearm in an erratic fashion. Her bare, skin dripping blood slowly to the floor.

The injury was hard to see from the angle of which it was filmed. But it didn't look like any ordinary wound. The veins on her hands and up the elbow were pulsating with a strange black; brewing from underneath the surface.

'It looks... like the same stuff that was on the tape' Iida thought in shock, looking at his stained hands.

Midnight held her forced smile, eyes squinted. eyelids flickered unevenly, fingertips twitching with every pulse and drip of the blood in her arm. The hero looked to be in unimaginable pain, though she could hardly show it... for whatever reason.

Tsu thought her eardrums might burst why second from the overwhelming silence except for Midnight's pained breaths and uneven whimpers of pain. Her body convulsing as those black veins slowly spread throughout the hero's body.

Her smile continued to grow. And with it another voice fuzzy voice.

"My- frien.. ds." It broke up, followed by a long static noice before returning again.

"Midnight is- having. So so.." the sound buzzed out again. "SO MUCH- FU-FUN FUN!"

The yelling attacked the class in their deepest conscience, it was petrifying. The feeling you would get staring into the face of death. And well quite frankly they could've been doing just that.

"IM - SOME OF YOU ARE GUNN..A HAVE FUN TO"

Midnight began to shake more violently, her grin widening so the corners of her mouth wrinkled unnaturally. Almost like a puppet, as if someone had attached invisible strings to her face and was straining the skin more and more.

Her eyes watered unbearably, gurgles of pain and suffering seethed though clenched teeth.

The gloopy, black mass now reached Midnight's neck - her skin bubbling with bulbous hives of that same liquid; spreading like flies to a light source.

"SOME- SOME OF YOU WILL HAVE FUN! JUST LIKE OUR.. TEC-TEACHER!"

Many students began to feel overly nauseous, some even turning away and vomiting up whatever was left of their empty stomach onto the floor while trying to block out the noise.

"Turn it off Iida!"

Midnight's mouth began to bleed and trickle blood from the sides. Her smile being stretched so far it was beginning to tear apart piece by piece. White foam throthing and dripping down the woman's chin.

Iida ignored them, eyes strained towards the gruesome display "we need to figure out what to do! It's a clue!" He yelled back in protest, face turning slightly red.

Everyone flinched and shielded their view as the hero's eyes started to bulge from their sockets and dilute before exploding with a simple pop. along with all the hives around her skin- veins rupturing to release the black liquid which inhibited her body.

Finally. She looked to be in peace. Her heaving chest lax, agonised gasps halted.

Though... the ghastly sight of her empty eye sockets and caved in skin was a thing of nightmares. Body hanging limp in the chair, that grin still nailed to her face.

"FIGURE OUT WHO IT IS! OR DIE THE SAME- SAME-SAME FATE!" The projection glitched erratically again, flashing different hues of greens before it switched off completely.

Now this... was definetly not the peaceful end Todoroki had hoped for.

Well, we can't all get what we want now can we?