Night terrors.

Or as others may call it 'night mares'

Some may say they come from demons of the night.

Supposedly spirits who specialise in exerting their negative energy on a living form to make them have those horrible nighttime images as they sleep.

But what if...

It was something far more sinister than that?

What if those demons and spirits could become physical with the mortal world?

Not like there's anything to worry about though...

Well.

That's not completely true

No one was safe in UA.

No one felt safe either. Like something was preparing. Something extraordinarily vengeful that was unstoppable.

And they were right.

He was unstoppable.

Izuku Midoriya was unstoppable.

It was nighttime in Tokyo Japan. The bustling city was asleep once more, streets eerily empty as the deafening silence continued for miles. The only light provided was those familiar artificial lamppost set evenly on the paths edge.

It was cold. Clouds hung heavy in the dark sky, creating a Misty and claustrophobic feeling if you were on the ground. Fog encased the roads thickly, drifting perfectly with the chilling breeze.

Amongst this cloud of fog, there looked to be a green glowing figure. It's feet never touched the floor, limbs blurred in with its body and covered more by the fog; all that could be seen was two piercing tar black eyes.

He truly was nightmarish.

The green figure drifted along with the fog, although it looked to be moving with purpose; as if looking for something.

Sure enough it did. The figure stopped at a door, the fog followed him as he dazed through the door which had an golden plaque engraved with the word...

"Bakugou"

The Bakugou family.

They were in for a treat.

Not all of them of corse, the two we know as Mitsuki and Masaru; his parents obviously.

They were good people in his eyes.

That is why they would be having a good dream tonight.

The same could not be said for their son though.

Once again, fog and mist slowly seeped into the quiet and dark household. The figure still encased in mist floated towards the ceiling, fazing through the substance to find himself in just the persons room he was looking for.

"My dear Kacchan. Your days of torture start right now" the ghost of Izuku whispered, his echoey voice circling around the blonde's room as Izuku looked down on the sleeping male.

Without hesitance, the ghost placed his transparent hand on Katsuki's forehead; his palm glowing a little before it worked.

Now in Katsuki's subconscious, a struggle was happening.

I woke up with a gasp, my hand tightly clutching my shirt as I breathed heavily in and out. Geez what was that? I was having a good sleep and I just had to wake up?

I groaned and rubbed my messy hair, moving my hands to my eye sockets as I rubbed them with the palm of my hand angrily.

I opened my eyes to look at the time... what? My alarm clock was turned off? That's weird I turned it on before I went to bed. Tsk, oh well.

I groaned and hung my arm off the bed, clicking the socket to make sure it was powered on. As a
I was about to bring my hand back up, I felt something wet drip onto my palm.

I jerked backwards, my face turning pale as I looked at my hand in surprise.

Red.

Blood? I touched the drop with the tip of my finger. It's warm...

But where did it come from?

I shivered and wiped off the blood as I scrunched my face in detest. Gross. I'm probably just imagining things, I'll just go back to be-

"Turn around"

I froze. What the fuck was that? The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I scanned my dark room with caution.

"Turn around"

I couldn't. I felt like I was trapped, unable to move as the sickly familiar voice continued to ring in my head.

I felt something light tap my shoulder, making me snap out of it and whip my body around to be met with nothing.

I shook my head violently, clasping my hands around the back of my head as I scrunched my eyes shut. Get a hold of yourself Katsuki!

"Kacchan~ are you feeling scared?"

What...

Kacchan.

This is all in your head Katsuki. I gritted my teeth and started pulling at my hair, finally letting go after a couple of minutes had passed.

Why... why am I here?! I stifled a Yelp and staggered backwards, my back making contact with the cold concrete brick wall.

This alleyway...

Deku.

"Please stop! I beg you!"

No.

"Please!"

Shut up!

"STOP!"

Fuck off! I screamed and lunged at the air, however something tripped me up as I feel into a puddle of liquid.

My breath hitched as my heart rate spiked, looking down at my body I saw I was laying in a pool of blood; my clothes sopping wet with the gruesome substance.

"Why did you do this to me Kacchan? We used to be such good friends. What happened to us?"

I couldn't breathe.

I looked down at my crimson stained hands, tears pricked my eyes. I jumped as a small pair of slowing red shoes evaded my vision.

I looked up immediately, being met with Deku. He was small. Probably around four years old before he got his quirk. His body was glowing, bright eyes staring at me kindly.

"Kacchan! Here let me help you" he outstretched his little hand, eyes gleaming with worry.

This seems familiar...

I looked down again, the blood had turned into fresh crystal like water. The distant shouts of children above me perking my ears "Bakugou! Hurry up and get here!" One of my friends with wings shouted.

My eyes widened, I looked back at Deku. His hand was still in front of me.

I gritted my teeth, slapping it away "what's going on! Fu-"

I staggered back as Deku's body started to slowly melt, his eyes leaking blood as the skin around his torso ripped to reveal his pulsing internal organs.

I gagged and slapped a hand over my mouth, his eyes seeping to black as we appeared back in the alleyway. I was standing now, looking down on his corpse.

"Help me... Kacchan" he wheezed, bleeding out feeling onto the floor; bruised littered his frail body: gaping holes in his back drowned with crimson.

He body trembled, Deku's hand slowly moving towards my shoe "Kacchan help me" he slurred, blood gurgling his throat as I watched.

I stepped back in both repulsion and fear, shaking my head as tears began to pour down my face. Fuck! This isn't real!

I squeezed my eyes closed again, bashing my head against the brick wall and falling to the floor. Though my fall was soft, cushioned with a bouncy surface.

I hesitantly opened my eyes. Finally... back in my room.

I sighed and relaxed on my bed, taking a deep breath only for it to be stopped as my airways suddenly closed off.

Snapping my eyes open, I was met face to face with Deku. He sat above me, face swollen and beaten as his broken body leaked blood into my bed; his small but strong hands clasped around my throat.

"See how it feels Kacchan. How it feels to be tortured and scared" he growled, black eyes staring down on my as my vision blurred.

I clawed at his hands, my words coming out at cloaked sobs as my limbs lost all their strength; the room spinning around me as he suddenly started laughing menacingly.

Stop! Make it stop!

Katsuki snapped awake with a gasp, this time it was reality.

Tears stained his cheeks, face deathly pale as he frantically searched the room; unsure if this was real or just another dream.

The room was empty and desolate, window cracked wide open and letting in the cold nighttime air.

Katsuki panted and stood up on stake legs, closing his window slowly and turned back to his bedside table.

The alarm clock was working. That must mean this was real...

Katsuki sighed in relief "just a bad dream. Forget about it" the blonde told himself, relaxing into his bed once more.

"Just a nightmare"