"Momo! Make us some more water" Hagakure complained, sat next to Jiro while bored as fuck.

The class had been using the poor girl for all their needs for almost a day now, she was getting utterly exhausted.

Momo felt as if she was just a tool for their own survival, only meant to live for their needs. It was greatly pissing her off but she would not show it, instead showing a kind smile and complying to what they said.

"O-of corse" she whispered meekly into the darkness, using whatever was left of her fat stores to make a couple bottles of water. It didn't take long till she was utterly stick thin and unnaturally pale, most likely on the verge of passing out.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk... what fake friends..."

The long haired girl gasped loudly at the voice which rattled in her mind.

The echo felt weird, like a worm which was nagging in the back of her brain and poking her skull in testament - seeing how long she could go till giving into this 'figment of imagination'.

No one payed any mind to the girl who now looked strangely panicked. After all, she was only good for one thing; Resources until they could get out of here.

Bakugou was busy checking every nook and cranny of the iron baracade around the room, looking for any potential weak points. After all Katsuki had to distract himself from the recent collection of events, and he could not simply blow the place up because everyones quirk's were out of use.

"Found anything Bakubro?" Kirishima asked, watching his blonde friend in anticipation.

A low growl came from the teen's throat, his brows knitted together in anger as he harshly slammed his fist against the metal "no! Every fucking corner is reinforced with welded bolts, it's practically impossible to open!"

Kirishima nervously laughed "so we're still stuck..." he mumbled to himself, trying to test out his quirk but again it was no use.

The air was sticky. It was claustrophobic and thin, parching those who inhabited the room of fresh, life giving air. No one wanted to admit it but they were deeply scared and confused.

Silence over came the solemn classroom, like a thick overhanging cloud of dust set above their still heads.

In the darkness, a weak whisper from a parched and broken throat comes to life. The sound is beautiful yet tantalising, his cords broken in a pretty fashion

"class 1-A..."

Fear overcame the inhabitants, it felt as if each person had swallowed a stone and it was weighing deep in their gut - stomach swirling in uncomfortable leaps and bounds.

"I-it's him again..." Mina whispered, springing on her feat and urging other's to do the same.

"Have you missed me? I've been looking so forward to spending time with everyone again"

The ghost finally decided to show himself, still taking on the form of his middle school self all torn and tattered.

The student's couldn't do anything but try a protective stance, after all the hero corse never said anything about fighting fucking ghosts.

Izuku smiled and drifted over to Katsuki. The only person who remained on the floor. The boy felt as if an invisible paralysis overcame his body, gripping him from his very core to make sure he didn't move.

"Oh why do you all look so terrified? It's just like the old days no?! Spending time together as a class!" His face split into a wide smile, gums and chipped teeth on show. He leant down to violently grab Bakugou's jaw, cold unloving finger's making him uncomfortably squirm.

"F-fuck you deku" Katsuki spat, a string of saliva leaving his lips. The one in question tutted his head, transparent skin crinkling around the sides as a sickly idea came to mind, black eyes tinted with a supple shine.

"Let's play Kacchan, your friends can participate as well." He let go of the blonde's face finally, leaving red blotchy marks in his smooth skin. Izuku's floated around the boy, his hand gently gliding over each of his limbs.

"I'll slowly tear you apart... and once your on the devil's door, I'll peace you back together and we can start all over again! You all can watch! LETS SEE HOW MUCH YOU CAN TAKE!" He screamed, a toxic green glow of a shockwave leaving Izuku's body and throwing each person off their feet and back onto the floor.

"Stop please! We're sorry!" Uraraka yelled as she watched Bakugou's body jerk into the air and strung up in a wide star position in front of everyone, his arms and legs bound by what it seemed like black voids of negative energy.

Izuku only laughed louder at the uproar of protest, sending out more hordes of synthetic energy to keep the students tethered to the ground, heads held in position towards Katsuki so they couldn't cower and cover their eyes to whiteness what was to come.

"Now that you lot are quiet, I can have the real fun!" The ghost lunged towards the bound blonde, his hand wrapping around Katsuki's palm - eyes alight with sadistic pleasure.

"One..."

"Fuck you deku don't you dar-" Katsuki choked on his breath, from his chest erupting an agonised scream, as his finger was forced against the back of his hand with an awful crack.

"Two.."

Flaring white hot pain exploded through Katsuki's hand and upwards, another finger contorted in a unnatural position.

"Three!"

"Stop it, stop!"

Bakugou's body jerked and thrashed around in the bonds, unintended screams leaving his horse throat continuously.

"Four."

His nerves were on fire, splintered bone penetrating through Katsuki's bleeding hand as ligaments send electric flight impulses all around his body.

The ghost was ecstatic, the pleasure of seeing his ex-tormenter in so much pain leaving Izuku a giggling mess. Finally wrapping his hand around the blonde's thumb, he bent the digit sideways with a final crack

"five!"

Bakugou's hand flopped aimlessly around, as Izuku dropped the contorted limb as if it were a doll which a child had lost interest in.

"Aw you poor thing that must hurt!..." Izuku smiled while looking at Katsuki's hand, odd pieces of bone sticking out of bruised and purple swollen skin - thick blood dripping to the floor from his twisted finger tips.

Shallow ragged and parched breaths left the boy's painfully chapped lips, nostrils flaring to try and intake more of the stuffy air which resonated the room.

The blonde took a deep breath, his eyes narrowed in a glare to make eye contact with Izuku "bring it on asshole, I'm looking forward to what your pathetic ass has in store" he hissed, chest heaving as a cocky smirk crossed his pale face.

Izuku scoffed "you better not go back on your words Kacchan." He growled, plunging his finger into Katsuki's eye. In an instant his smirk disappeared, his mouth wide open with silent screams as his throat closed from the pain.

Everyone cringed in disgust, too afraid to say something in fear of the same pain being inflicted upon themselves.

A gruesome pop followed by a squelch echoed as Izuku's finger dug deeper into the squishy flesh, blood pouring from the socket and dripping in great amounts down Bakugou's face and onto the floor.

Katsuki cried out, it felt like Izuku's cold finger was digging into his pulsating brain and pressing against his skull.

"Oh I've washed that annoying smirk of your face at least. Do you really think this was painful? I feel sorry for you Kacchan" he cackled, hooking the tip of his finger behind his ex-friend's eye and pulling it out with another pop.

A deep void of dark blotchy blood polled his eye socket - now all that was attaching the eye and it's original place was a lengthy optic nerve which was strained as Izuku pulled the eyeball further away.

"G-GWHH FUCK" he cried, every part of his body screaming as Izuku wrapped his finger around the optic nerve and yanked it with a horrific snap.

Izuku gushed "you look pretty like this Kacchan!" He mused, throwing the bleeding eye into the scared, silent crowd of watching students; earning muffled screams and silent shrieks.

"Hmm... I'll let you keep the other eye" he smiled, tapping his bloodied green finger's down Katsuki's shaking face, finally grabbing his shoulder and placing his other hand on his back.

"A massage Kacchan?" He teased, cracking his shoulder back with a firm snap - ignoring Katsuki's screams to put tensionon the limb as he started to rip and pull the broken arm away from his body.

His skin acted like fabric, ripping and tearing in strings of muscles as the the bone separated from his shoulder blade.

The blonde's mind became foggy with blood loss, explosive hot pain shooting through his whole body more violently now - his face caked with flaky, dry blood; eyelid closing over his gruesomely empty socket.

A final snap.

Izuku's floated in front of everyone now, holding the bloodied limp arm with a strange enjoyment.

"My mama used to tell me there was no such thing as monsters...

She was wrong"