Imagination.

Dissociation.

Paralysis.

Sleep.

Unconsciousness.

Euphoria.

All the same really. The mind converted to a thick foggy state, all sense of reality blurred right before one's eyes.

Sero woke up in his classroom.

The sun shon brightly through the large windows overlooking the UA campus, bustling with students joyfully prancing in between their own friend groups.

His whole class looked delirious. Just like him, rubbing the sleep away from their eyes and peering around the warm classroom a little stunned.

All of them had the exact same thought:

'A dream?'

Little did they know it was far from that.

The first person to clear their mind of this horribly lucid 'dream' was Mina. She gasped and stretched loudly "wow! I must've fallen asleep there!" She strained her neck around to look at the clock above Aizawa's whiteboard.

'666'

The clock read.

Rubbing her eyes, Mina looked at her phone instead 'it must be broken' she concluded before reading her many piled up notifications.

By now everyone had started to quietly chat about their next lessons, when Aizawa would turn up and so on... just normal stuff.

Each and every person refused to speak a word of their dream. Simply pretending that everything was blissfully back to the way it was before.

"Let's go to lunch shitty hair, or else that dumb class B will take all the good food" Katsuki growled, grabbing his stunned friend by his collar and stomping out the classroom. The boy's mind was going haywire.

Pain

Torture

Death

It was all so real...

Shaking his head violently, Katsuki sighed as the rest of the 'Bakusquad' followed him out the door like annoying baby ducklings. They claimed themselves to be his friends, but in reality he only deemed them as persistent flies.

"Ohh it's class 1-A again!." Monoma in all his glory shoved his way into the canteen, followed by an angry Kendo. Katsuki ignored his presence, taking a place in the line for food.

"Dude what's your problem with us? Sounds like your mother never loved you" Kaminari made a snarky comeback, causing Sero and Mina either side of him to laugh hysterically.

As the two groups continued bickering; Bakugou was observing.

Something just seemed... off?

Though he couldn't put his finger on it. The bright sun's rays shimmering through the large windows just felt fake.

It was too perfect.

The calm before a storm.

"Will you lot shut up." Shota walked groggily into the loud canteen, his usual dark eye bags and annoyed mask covering his stubbled features.

"Sorry Sensei!" Kendo forced Monoma to bow apologetically, shamefully scuttling away with the blonde boy in a headlock.

Katsuki ignored the teacher's presence and continued to look. He noticed some random students whom he never even glanced twice at.

Their faces... they were blurred. Like someone had applied a smear of paint across each person's features; movements looking almost too smooth and airy.

Rather disturbed by these faceless beings, Bakugou ripped his eyes away from the crowd and to his hands. Staring at his hands intently, eyes going blurry as he struggled to focus on what he could make out to be his palms.

The very tips of his fingers were slightly transparent, showing the top of his shoes and dusty floor underneath.

Aizawa turned to the students with a look of boredom. Glancing once at Katsuki who was silently shaking before opening his parched mouth.

"Don't make him angry" he croaked out, throat sounding dry and rustic.

The group looked at him with a collective eyebrow arch "what?"

"Don't scream" Shota told them again, his face painfully still compared to these seemingly important sentences.

Sero began to nervously laugh, trying to shake off his behaviour as a joke.

"Do not look away.."

Katsuki slowly crooked his neck to side glance at Shota, his mind piecing together the mental pieces of this strange puzzle.

"Run." Aizawa finished, his head swinging all the way around with an orchestra of different sounds of cracking bones and clicks - almost owllike.

Mina did exactly what she was told not to at the horrific sight.

"Alien face don't-..!"

She screamed.

Instantly the canteen fell terrifyingly quiet. The previous sunlight pouring from the windows replaced with the ill, milky glow of the moon.

Every person in the hall froze, their backs facing the shunned group; every persons arm outstretched high in the air with a pointer finger directed to the roof. Bodies as still as stone, not a single movement.

Their eyes followed the statue-like people's hands, leading to a swinging body attached to the roof. The body was strung by the neck, a tight noose possibly being the root of its death. The person's limbs swayed rhythmically, with the howl of gusts blowing through the canteen.

Mina stifled another scream.

"Do not take your eyes of that thing" Katsuki whispered, eyes locked on the swaying body.

Kaminari resisted the urge to run away, taking on Bakugou's advise.

"Remember what Sensei said. 'Do not look away'" he quoted the teacher's words, slowly shuffling to the exit; still with his gaze superglued to the corpse.

The body started to turn slowly in the noose, revealing its mangled face to the terrified teens. Amazing gouts of thick black liquid fell from it's lips, mangled green hair laying clotted against his hollowed cheeks and lax jaw.

'Deku.'

The rest of the class followed Katsuki's movements, it was hard to not look away from the gruesome sight. Many felt the need to simply douse their eyes in bleach and scrub them raw with a wire brush.

Uraraka's lower lip trembled as she clutched firmly onto the back of Iida's jacket while sidestepping with the other's towards the door.

While doing so, her foot snagged a person's who was frozen - ultimately leading to her ruining the whole fucking thing for everyone else and looking away as she stumbled to the ground.

"Damn! Uraraka!"

She gasped at the annoyed shouts, however there wasn't much time to victim blame. For every person in the hall who was pointing at the body before now faced them directly.

Just like Katsuki saw before. Their faces were gone. Almost like a thin layer of skin had been stretched across their skulls, concave dents where the eyes and mouth should be.

"Round face you idiot! You only had to do one thing, and you fucked it up!" Katsuki bellowed annoyed, as he did so; Ochako simply disappeared also.

Stunned, the boy zipped his mount shut and scoured the area for any sighs of her.

"Bakugou we need to get out of here!"

"Hurry up!"

"Just leave her it doesn't matter!"

Giving into the defeat and terror of the surrounding faceless beings, Katsuki reluctantly turned his head away and ran to follow the already miles ahead class.

'Just one more glance...'

He stopped.

Right in the ridge of the doorway, the blonde turned around to look at the room one last time.

Slowly, oh so very slowly the hanging body turned around.

It looked different.

Limbs only slightly shorter, previous matted green hair now a distinguished brown; cut perfectly into a short Bob.

Watery moonlight danced on her pale, plump cheeks. Skirt rippling with every swaying movement. Neck painted prettily in dark blotches of purple, black and blue. Dark eyes glazed over with the fog of death, mouth hanging open as if still trying to intake some oxygen.

A voice rang through his head.

"I am the shape you made me. Filth teaches filth."