ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ;)

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It was dark in the room, the only thing lighting it up was a short                                                                          flickering candle.

Delyse looked around the room with disinterest, her eyes were glassy with sheer boredom. The off-white paint that must've been years of age was peeling off the walls in huge strips, and the only furnishings that could be seen was an old plastic chair sitting alone in the middle of the room and a mangled fuschia butterfly hair clip that was resting on the floor. She was confused as to why but had learnt not to question her surroundings by now. If this was a dream, it was going to end sooner or later, so she might as well sit tight and wait for her consciousness to awaken rather then wake a beast.

                                                   A̷̧͙̰̖͕̞͖̬̒͑͒̕͢͞ s̵̘̘̰̠̲̓̉̑̎̿̆ṱ̨̢̫̭͕͖͉͐̊̌͛̽̈͟o̸̩͙͙͙̯̻̽͗̄̃́̓̎͗̏͞ŗ̖̱̮̞́͆̃͆̑̈̓͢͡m̷̥̱͈̦͎̥̌͛͋̎͛̀̆ í̵̖̖̘̖͉͍̃̀̊̆͝ṡ̸̢̧̞̗͉̐̉̐̓̄̅͡ c̷̛̯̻̝̯̣̭͛̔̍͑̉͐̚͝ͅȯ͍͕̤̗͓̱̟̦̪́̉̑̈́̊m̯͉̥̯̯͂̾̾̽͐͛͑i̴̹͎̱̍̀̇͊͒̋͋͟͟͝n̬̝̩͇͓͖̂̽̀͊̊̉̉̑̎̊g̠͓̟̖̩̥̤͊̐̐̚͘͢.̵̨̛͇̪̱̓͆́͊̒̎̕͢͞

The voice was glitchy and hard to hear. It would've been practically impossible for someone of her calibre to understand it any other time of the day, but for some unknown reason, she understood it perfectly fine at that time and moment.

She reached her arm out in front of her, grasping the thin air in her hands. Her eyebrows began to furrow in worry and her heartbeat quickened. "Hello? Who are you?"

̟̻̻̲͙̞̽̆̉̓͘̚͢T̠̦͙̭̝̻̓́̎̆̇ͅh͚̥̱̯̗̓́̓̑̀̌̋͢͞ǫ̧̭̭͇͙̰̳̉̈́͐̀̀̃̽̕͢͜͡s̡̭̠̜̯̰̳̜̗̃͛̉̄̕è̢̧͕̜̟̝̫̃̔̂̄̑̎̃͌̕͟ w̴̹͔̰̥̫̲̭̝̽̾͂̌͆̿́́̿̊͢ͅȋ̧̖͕̭̱̍̂͒̿͆̀̉͘͢ẗ̸̢͖̦̭̯͈̫͖́̄̓̀̆͐̒̃͠͡h̷̪͔͕̗̻̤̓̾̅̿͊̀ h̸̡̛̗̖̤̖̻̗̓͜͡͝͞ͅa̫͙̬̲̗̫̻̠̬͑͐̐́͒͗́̊͟͞ñ̷̪͓͓̟̜͍̩̽̀̕͢͝͝d̸͍͎͖̳̖̄̅̅̅͐͆̕̕̕ͅs̵̘̜̣̤̟̔̾̾̽̃̀̓́͐ ṳ̷̢̗̱̘̜̓̉̋̓̓̃͊̕ń̴̡̦̯̱͖̟̟̭̗̌̈́̀̊̒̒͌͟͡t̺͕̣̗͔̤̭̏̏̀̆̆ơ̪͖͓̹̳̙̙̋̇̀͢͞ù͚̥̳̙̗̇̽̀͛͝͠ͅç̴̹̭̦͉̖̣̱͗̂͑͋̾͑̕h̢̤̱͔͖͕̱̭̤̃̄̈́͂̀͒̔̓̅͜͡a̴͎̹̦̺̱̭͕͓̎͋̈̀̎͒̒̔́͠ͅͅb̥̳̪̖͇̜̎̃̂͌͟͡l̴̨̺̳̞̼͙̼͚̔̂̑̂̿͋͂̈̚͜͝e̛̱̯̼̠̋̒̐͢͡ a̡̪̜͎̼̲̎̀͌̌̍̏͝n̫̻̟̻̰̞͖̈́͋̄̋͑͗͘͢͡͝d̴̨̛̟͉͙̭̔̉̌̈̾ s̢͎̣͈̖̜̤̦͋̅͆̋̉̒͘͜o̵̢͇̥͈̦͉̜̳͔̒̍̉̀͠u̦̝̠͖̖͎̓͑̽̋̀̑͘͡ļ̧̛̣͇̳͉̭͘̚͟͢͠͡͠s̨̺̠̤̜̣͚̋̉̔͌͜͜͝ d͕̜͉̖̳̊͛̓̃͑̊͞a̧̩̻̯̪͗̈́̿̾͂̑͋̕r̢̛̯̬̜̰̘̫͉̦̎̋́̌̚͘ķ̧̛̣̩̭̂̊͛̓͒̂͠e̴̥̺͕͎̋͋̈́̀̓̚͜͝ň͔͔̫̺̩̯̜̎̃̄̌͠e̶͙͖̱̤̱͎͛͂̈̽͘ḑ̴̛̼̪̟̙̜̑̂̾̅͗͝ͅ w̨̹̫͎͕͕̞̍̾̔͒͆̽͊̐̂͜i̸̡̜̱͕̦͎͒̿̋̆̉̆ẗ͖͎̱͙̼̟͍́͗͂̀̑͒̆͛h̢̢̭͕̣͛̓̾̍̇̍̆̽̓ ḭ̢͈̪̼͔̠̱̫̼̄͛̉̀͊͆͑͒̀͡n̥̠̭̦̩̘̱̝͑̓̃̋̉͛͛̚͢͟s̝̠̟̭̭̒̒̒̂̈̐͘͝͞ą̖̖͈̼͈̍̊̐́̔͒n͈̖̗̝̱͎̫͇̄͑̂̓̔î̴̛͍̬̖̠͓͒̽̋̅͘ţ̧̢͈͚̳̬͕̼̐̀̔͌̂̿͛̓̈͜y̶̛̙͇͍̠͕̹̭̼̞̓̆͌͊̐̋̑ ẃ̶̨͓̲͓̣͚̯̀̽̇̍̈̀͟i̯̯̮͙̹̘͇̪̓̓͛̍̿͒͆͟͢͡l̸̨̨̼͈̝̙̽̉̀̃̇l̛̠͎̳̥͇̥͑̄́̿͘ s̡̢̘̥̘̺͍̰̓̊͋̄̆t̨̧̛̼͓̮̮͚͂̃̍͑̎̕ę̲͉͇̫͂͌͒̔̃̾͌̾͝ą̟̹͕͉̹̗͓̦̀͂̾̃͞ͅl̶̜̭̖͉̗̝̱̈́̿̄̀͊̈̄͠ a̧̹̩̰̭̬̠͂̀͋̿̽w̴̡̺͎͚̤̽͐̀͒̋͐̏͛a̴̢̢̤̤̣͇̰̹͛͆̀͛̃̃̓͒̆͡ͅy̴̰͖̼̖͓̲̤̥̾̊͑̊̈́̿̿̎͋̀ t̶̨͖͇͔̭͔̓͊̾̐̇͢ͅh̡̺̼͖̪͕͍̟͋́͒́̉̆̕͡͠͝e̸̡̢̬̱̥̩̲̰͓̓̏̀̐̏ ǫ̷̢̛̩͍̥̯͐̔͂́̌̀̿̉̌͜ͅn̷̹̭̞̪̰̲͚̩̣̎̌̐́̃̇̿̄͜e̛̦̯̦̠͙͓͓̊̀͂̕̚͘͜͝͡ͅ ẁ̧̡̛̰̣̠̙̪͙̬͋̍͛͝͡h̶̝͖̗͔͔̠͛̾̀̋̀ͅo̴̢̡̢̻͙̖̞̘͌̽̄͂̔̈́̂͘ b͓̝̟̹̼̌̍͗̽̅̀̚͢͜͡͝͞r̶̨̩̼̦̲̹͎͚͊͛̆͛̎̆̽̍͜ì̡̥̳̙͔͙̻͍͙̅̔̌͊́͡n̶̰̠̖̤̗̔́̇̈́̍̓̓̊͡g̷̡̩̪̯̖̣̣̀̽̀̊͒̇͘͡͞ͅş̖̮̤̤͇͙͊́̒͋̉̿̋͑͐͟ t̸͔͍͍̬̠͗͋̉͑͠r̶̨͚͎̬̹̱̦͎̱̆̂̑͗̓ą̵̨̻͓̬̹̰̝̄̏́̓̉͊̾͜͟n̟̻̰͎̘̈́͊͆͂͒q͍͔̦̟̦̹̍̊̒̋͐͜u̢̡̦͇̻͚̗̎̃̈́̐͘͢͢ī̢̞̱̹̺͍̃͑̽̕͝ḻ̶̡̧̠̤̗̜̲̏̃̓̆́̐̈͜ļ̨̬̼̫͚͍̾́́̌͑̄̓i̤̙̮̟͍̽̋́͑̀͆̓̓͢͜ͅt̝͙͓͇̥̜̬̦̼̊̏̾͗̉y̴̧̰̠̮̾̔̏̍̑̌̽̓̒͆͜,͈͚͉͓̱̭̝̼̘̂̿̌̌̂̚͢͝ ḽ̵̨̣͍̮̥̠̯̃̏͐͐͟͢͞e̡̲̖̪͙̽̑͒͊̿̌̀͜a̶͕͉̗̪̯͊̃̆̐̅͂͡͠d̠̣̳͈̯̩̫͚̐͑̂̏͗̔i̶̢̹̣͉̮̫͓͆̿̍̐̏͆̏͘͡ṉ̴̛̤͉̟͈̰͉̑̀̕͡ǧ̛̛̗̲̠̜̖͕͖̎̆̓ t̸̛̤̱͕̬̳̅̾̇͑̾́͐͜͟͟͜ẖ̷̮̣͉̙̿̌̆̅͆̀̅̒͊̌ͅe̴̛͎̩̩̭͈̱̟͍͋͆̑̅́̄͛͋ ĺ̡̛̯͕̤̫̖͔͆̃̀͘i̸̱̖̥̳͆̅̅̑̃̾̉̈́̑͟͢͡v̷̨̡̜̭̹͖̝̀̓̃̄̃͛̊̚͢͡͝ë̵͓̗̖̲̺́̈́͗̇̈́̚s͔̗̱̭̜̺͍͖̬͂͗͋̅̎̾̚̚͜ o̬̙̟͈̙̔̅̽͋̈́͢f̡̜͇̞̯̻͙̐̀̀̅͑͆̉̚̚͟ m̢͇͕̤͕͓̟̭̞̊̔͗͊̽̐̚͝å̞̘̹̩̙̠͕̣̒̍͋̊n̶̡͕̠̙̠̽́̌̀̐̒̈̉̐͜͢͢ỳ̸͈̙̯̺̪́͊̈̔͜͝͠ͅ ṯ̖͓̖̭͓̰͆͆̈́̇̐̀͟o̴̡̢̨̬̗͈̪̖͕̗̓̓͐̋͊̔͘͘͝ á̴̖͖͕̯̪̗̞̫̥̌͊̔̌͂̓̈͝n̴̰̠͕͇̞̘͋̓́̏̾̌ e̦͉̳̝͙̘̹̦̠̰͋̀̍͂̒͗̆͝n̶͎̥̲͙̥͙̝̱͆̃̃̏̓̏̓͒͞͞d̖̬̦̯̦̤͂͗͗̈̀̇̕̚͝ ớ̡̳̠̞͍̠̝̰̭̠̾̀̅̍͂͝f̡̖͙̖͉̯̹̻̔̒̇͒̉̕͢ c̗̗̬̤̔͑̇̉̀̌̍͆̂͢h̴̨̨̛̫͕̼̱͈̿̀̃̇̂̔́̃͟͜͟͡a̷͍͇̝̜̜̗̍́̌͌̈́̒ỏ̶̹͔͈͕͙͎̲̎̀̇̎̄̕͜͞s̫͓͓̦͕̪̮̓͑̓̅̐̌̔͊ͅ à̧̪̪̜͈͓̘̪̯̉͑͛͌̿͊̂n̛̞̯͙̮̙̠͉̓̀͛̊͘͟ͅd̡̡̹̫̤̱̦̗̖̯̅̑͂͛̾͛̒̔͝ d̫͓̥̮͇͂̊̊̒̅̏̑͒͂̚ͅe̻̗̺̦̖̳͌́̆̄͒̏̓̕s̢̳̣̫̫͍̜̣̈̍͛̓̀͐p̷̢̢̧͖̟͍̬̄́̐̆͗̇̉̃̌͞a͉͖͎̣̣̼͍̫͓̩͊͋̈́̌́͡i̵̡̡̡̧̮̖̺̯͑͛͑̌̀̓͗̈́͟r̠͎̲̝͕͒̽̍͐͑̆͆̓͘͠.̷̝͍̺̥̰̊͐̒̋͠͞

"What're you talking about? Who are you?!" she screamed out. Her vocal cords ached with overuse and her hands scrunched up tightly in fear. Sapphire hues that were usually nonchalant were wide and painted with pure horror, turning them an unhealthy shade of grey.

What was going on? Why was this dream terrifying her so much? She was meant to be brave and intimidating! Why was a dream... making her so paranoid? The feminine voice's haunting words echoed around in her head. Taunting her, making her mind tumble in confusion as she struggled to process it all. The room was slowly, almost unnoticeably, darkening. By now she could barely see the outline of her hand, and that terrified her in a way that made her body tremble and her blood freeze. She tried to use her usual coping methods - converting all of her emotions into anger - but all she could think was 'Help.'

̞̙͙̳̳͎̖̽͋͗̈͗͋͐̌̕T̶̛̛̝͈͔͙̳͚̆̀̀̃̽̈̓͞h̫̗̖͎̺̲̲̽̃̉͒̋̀̓̅ę͖̪̱͙̫́͛͑͆̿͜ c̸̢̡̛̥͎̖̬̾̒̓̔̉͞ͅh̨̦͙̤͚̣̊̎͂͘͝ó͖͕̬̟̦̭̿̈́̽̀͑͗͋̄̑s̫̩̖̮͙͎͚̜͕̘̊̽̓͑́͛̎́͘ȩ̜̱̪̪̲̹̳̔͌̒̃̈̅́͗͟ͅn͕̯̮͉̫̜̗͖͕̟̓̽͐͐̀̂̐͐̚͠ ǫ̴̨͕̜͍̩̠̒̄͂͒͠n̵͓͓̥̪͚̓͆͂͒̄e̷̲͚̻̙̩͉̤̍͛͌̄͌͐͐͟͟͡͠ͅ w̥̣̹͓̬̣̏̎̎̅͟͝ï̴̧̛͉̞̰͍͋̇̾̀̔̅̓͜ͅţ̶͙̟͍̥̱̱̯̌͗̀̓̃̐ͅh̖͖̺̮͕̾̂̑̓̀͗̂̉ t̴̰̙̬͉͎͇͇̘̂̒͋́͡h̴̼̼̯̲̲̤͓͐̏̐̏̐̊͆͒͢e̷̡̜̦̺̪̝͛̓̄̒̾̕͠ l̵̻͎̮̼̼̯͖̍̈́̆́̇͛͊ĭ̶͕̹̯͈̪͕̣͂̓̎̽́͘͠ǧ̸̡̼̩͙͉̱̒̒̏̀̕̕̕͘͞h̷̜̻͔̰͙̳̙̫̅̑͌͑͊͂̅̚͡ţ͓̤̟͓͑̓̀̀͘͘͘͢ ç̭͕̩̳̲͕͖͎̔͛̾͊̉â̵̢̤̹͎̫̗̬̜͌̆́̏͒̿p̸̺̤̦͇͕̿̈́̑̿̌̚͜͢ͅa̧̢̯̻̙͖͕͇̼̲̐͒͆̃͝ḃ͖͈͚̣̳̻̲̝́̌̊̑̂͟ͅl̴̨̘̰̻̙̩̍̅̋̄͑͋̅͜e̺̞͓̙̰̘̔͂̃̐̐ o̴̡͎̰͚͓̅̆͛̀̅͆͘̚͝͡f͉͕̬̻̻̲̼̰͍̆̓̑͆̒͢ ş̦̺̹̻̞͋̔͛͂̑̒t̴̢͈̘͚̮̙̉̓̏͊̇̃͡͞e̼͍̖̫͍͛̏̔͑̏ḝ̷̮̹͓̣̗̝̯̫͒͊̆͗̽̚̕ṛ̨̡̛̱̗̰̯̣͚̣̽́̓̅́͆̅͛͞i̸̤̻̻̮̺̾̍̔͋̇̀͐͜n̡͚͔̗͖̼̖̗̊̎̉͑̈́̏̋ģ̴̨͍͍̰̫̇̓͒͝͡ ṱ̴̨̺̣̤̰͚̍̒̔̒͘͟͡͞ḩ͙̣̯̬̅̄̆̈́̄͊͌͒̃͟͠ͅè̷̞͓͇̤̟̺͊̉̉͊̒͜ͅm̡̛̩̰͔͎̊̅̀̈́̒̉̒̕ a̸͍͖̠̠͛̊͂͐͗͟͡w̵͎͉̗͖̹̑͛̆̉̑̈́̍̋a̴̢̛̹̻̟̤͂̀͒̀̌̽̔ỳ͉͉̗̰͈̙͚́́̑̇͟͝͡ h̴͙̤̱̳̣̪̬̦͖͎̎͑̍͗̈̅͋a̴̖̳͖̳͔̺̣̯̬͓͗̾̍̈̈̒̔̋͘̕s̵̘̪̻̭̬͊͆̓̉̎͝ ǹ̶̟̳̯̤̣̝̞͚͓͐͛́̇̈͗̇̾ǫ̴̯͚̯̰̥̟͇̹͑̽̿͑̔̕͘̕t͓͔̜̹̰̻͚̝̎̓̍̈́̽̃͘̚͢͟͠ b̶̡̟͇̭̱͔̪̭̂̈́͢͠͠͝͠ḽ̡̧̺͎̞̱̻̽͊̑̐̃͟͞ͅo͙̲̣̮̫̞͉̪͐̈́̉̾͘͢o̼̠̠̫̦͊̄̆͊̾͟͡ṁ̼̩̪̼̑͗̒́͌̃̓ͅe̵̠̝̞̱̭͓̠̘̥͂̃͆̽̌̽͜͞ḓ̴̘̲̦̩͋͊̌͋̾̚ͅ,̵̧̧̡̢̹̱̦̮͇̦́̉̀͗̈͐́ a̴̼͕͓͍͇̤̪̽̊̇͂͌̈́̒͠n̶̡̰̗̹̘̺̘͔̾̄͊̋́̒̌̀͠d̤̥͎̣̜̼̹̰͔̓̔̍͒̀̈͆̎̒͝ t̵̖͕͖̳͓̱̖̓͋̌̌̉̔̌̅́͜͜h̵̢̛̳̫̠̰̥̩̺̤̠͆͗̄͊̕o̸̡̮͖͓͓̣̱̅̒̔̈̍̒ͅs̛̼̹͔̩̞͔̭͚̑͌̀̒͑͟͝ë̺͍̠͕̼͚͚͇̗͒̐̏̅̊̊͒̊͘ w̨̛̜̘̣̳̹̺̖̥̓̃͆͐̏̊͘i̶̥̘̳̜͉̱̘̐̇̒̊̓̚͟t̥̬͚͕̦͓͍̟́̉̐̉̈́h̟̜̱͍̫̘͎̺̽̉̓͂͂̆͗̍͢ h̷͖̤̫͈̲̜̎̇̌̅͐̽̈́͘e͖̳̰͎͛͋̒̄͒ͅͅâ̵̡͎̞̩͚̦͖͂̍̍̽̅͒̓͌͗͟r̢͚̝̫̞̝̤̗͉͌̈́̐̎̂̓̍̅̊͠t̷̤̰̤̙̻̱͇͌̽̄̊̇̽͋̾s̷̢̟̝̮͙̤̀̈̆̈́̑͢͡ e̵̛͈̠͖̦͍̳͆̓̆͑͗͡q͚̼͔̬̮̹̳͆̆̊͡͠u̬̟̬̟̒̂̍̑̈̓̂̿̽͟͝à͕͙̥̻̣̼̑̾̓̅̒̚͡͡͞l̩͙͉͓͕̟͎̜͂̾̄̍̏̀͜l̜̰̘̹͍̤̫̖͌͛̎̉͐̿̿̀́͟ȳ̨̧͉̗̘͐̄̀͋̈́͜͢͡͡ͅ p̴̡̹͕̭̞̟̯̹̟͊̉̒͒̈͑́̃́͐ų̛̲͈̠̘̠̍̎̃̌͑͠r̤̖͇̱̥̝̅̆̍̅͐̽͢e̶̟͈̗͖͚͈͍͎̻͂̏̀̀͡ ḫ͎̳͎̔̿̓̓̊́͛̕͢͢ͅạ̷͕͎̲͔͍͈͇̘̀̓̇͊̇̍͡ͅv̡͉̦̹̗͔̻̥̳̞̅͂͐̎͑̉̍̅͐͘ệ̻̞͓̲̊͑̏͊͐͗̈́̆͞ ṉ͕̘̫̙̯̣̣̻͒̏̊͋̒̚͢o̷̜̤͍͉̥̪̟̓̂̑͊̏̓̐͘͝u̡͖̘̞͔͐͛̀̓̃̒͂͟͝͠ḡ̴̡̩̩̦̜͚̞̇̇̅̉ḩ̴̠͓̦̥̤̭͈̱͊̔̂̆͛̽͆͜t̷̛̛̫̫̤͎͚̂̅̈̌͢͠.̬̲̩̠̫̠͉̰͕͋͑̌̑͛̂́͘͢͝

Delyse choked back a desperate sob. She scrambled towards the rusty iron door and tried to yank it open. It didn't work. The door was too solid and heavy for her to open without her quirk, and she couldn't activate it because she could accidentally destroy the reality containing her mind.

The only way out was to destroy everything.

T̨̛̟̯͕̬̓̐̌̏͡ĥ̢̺̩̭̠̭͕͓̯̍̒̒̀͡e̸̢͔̱̯̥͎͖̣͙͊̀͌̈́̊͟ k͍̜̠͎͇̝̺̮̩̫̏̉͂͌̋̌̔͝è̖̠̻̩̳͖͎͂̄̋͗e͈̙͎̫̮͇̻̾̑͛̽́͋͘̕p̵̧̨̳̱̯͚̥̫̹͎͐͛͋̾̉e̷̛͓̪̣̘̟͉̣̜̘͛̌̒͝͝ŕ̨̢̛̙͚̝̗͈͕̥͌̕͢͡ ő̢̥͍͖͎͊͒̍͘f̢̢̦̠̭̣̬͇̿͗̓̂̊̐ L̶̨̙̱̻̺̻̖̥̃͒̈́͒͟͟i͓͉̭̭͓͖̘͆͂̆͋̎͘̕͜͟͡f̬͚̦͍̪͍̭̫̭̏̍̊̋͡e̶̩͙̗̠͈̿͛̓̆̌̀̊́͢͡ h̵̞̬͈̙͕͔͕͚̖̼̃̋̈́̃̀͑̋̕a̶̢̲̤̖͎̐̉͌͊͛̍̚s̟͎̻̮̦͔̳͕̍̀̌̆́͢ ň̲̠͚͚̻̳̼̥̉̅͊͒̍̓̌̓͜͞ǭ̛̛͓̻͖͕͚͈̌̇̏̆͊͋̕͢͟t̶̢̛̺͍̭̙̩̬̿̂̃̿̔͞ a̸͕͔̙̗͇̖͕͂̏̀͂̎͢ẅ̸̨̡̼̣͙̼̰́͌̀͛̌͋͑͘͝͠a̸̡̝͖̖̩̺̔̌͛͂̓͒̂̃͞͝k̸̯̞̣̗͚̰͍̾̔͋̿͂̆̋͞͡e̶̡̛̦͔̫̟̳̙̊͊̑͆̔̀̀́ń̵͔̙̰͎̹͎͖͍̀̌͑̿̃́̂͞ȩ̶̯̝̹̀̋̍͋̉͛̚͜͢d̶͖͙͎͔̱͈̟̝̂͒̀͌͒̍͘͘͟͝,̢̜̬̮̦̗̤͙̩͇͆̓̑͗̅͐̂͘͞ a͕̠̫̭̟͓̤̼͌̀͛͂̿̊͌̚͢͝ņ̳͖̞̫̬̈͒̇̿̃͐ͅd̝̱̝̜͈̒̾̊̑̋̎̽͞͡ͅ ş̧̝̠̭̙͕͖̈́͋̉̇̐̈͜ḣ̵̢̢̥͉̙̖̰̤͎̮̊̅̾̔͒̒͝ã̶̛̺̘̳̟̰̏́̃̉ļ͇͙͍̖̥̖͙̻̞͂̓̂̒͋̒l͉̯̣͍̝͙̝̤̊͌̿̒̐ n̶̨̢̜̯̫̐̄̍̾̂̒̒͘ǒ̢̡̥̫̺̙̰̌̊͑͡t̸̡͇͖̼̳̱̙͂̎͌͌̔̆͆̄̒ ş̛͇̺͎͍̝͖̝̠͑̍͐̆̀͐͝͞ṭ̵̲̥̱̤̭̝̳̋̂̾́̒̾͆̒̈́͞ͅḭ̧̳̺̜̼̈́̆̏̐͜͞͠ŕ͎̱̻̖͉̪̮̪͆̄̎̂͆̈́͘͜͟͝͝ u̲͖͓̺̤̻̔̍͘͘͝͞n̨̫̺̱̟̭͚͌̀͊̀̒̏͌ḷ̢͍͚̦̪̅̈̾̌̐͢e̴̗͓̝̙̗̥̲͎̮̾̽͐͌̉̂̿̇͌s̤̜̩̞̲̲͔̐̒̿̊̓̈̚̕͢s̷̤͖̰̘͈̖̀͂̃̌̋̽͠ ţ̵̞͎̙̻́̀̈͞͡ḫ͙̙̯͎̖̜̑̈͋̍͗̏͋́̾̂e̪̟̗͖̰̪̪͔͓̊̿̒̍̀̇͜ ť̷̡̝͔̟̠̼͔̹͔̈́̀̎͟͝i̵̛͇̙̰̦͇̹̭̫͋̇̐̽̅̓̉̌͟͟m̴̧̥͚͇͎̐́̏̋͆́̿͗͜e͓̹̭͈̗̭̤̾̆͐͒̈̚͝ m̸̨͓̝̻̦̀̈̅̎͌̆̕a̷̟̯̻͉̦̰͂̂̿͂̈́̕͘y̴̙̜̻̬̆̋̎̽̊̅̏͟͢͞͝ c̶̨̹̫̻̼̻̭͔̤̃͌̆̎̋̎̚ơ̦̰͎̜̗̩͉͆͑̄͒͒̇̚̚m̴̧͍͔̤̰̩̱̻̮̎͆̈́̈̓ę̷͚̯͚̥̞͇̞̰̘́͌̂̍̿̿͠ w̴̖͉͉͈̙͎͖͒͋͑̇́͗̄́͡ḩ̛̛̣̱̫̼̇͐̌̎́é̴̹͇͖̰͋͑̀̿͘͝͡ͅn͓̩̮̠̓̾̉̌̀̌̆̕͜͝ ṭ̶̻͇͎̗́̍̊̉̄͝h̝̜̪̪̞͗̂͗̾̒̎̐ė̖̗̰̆͊͒̇̋̕ͅͅỳ̸̟̼̰̪̹̯͓͍̯̪̐͘͡͞ w̶̨͖͕̘͕̜̙̺͕͋͛́͘̚̚ȋ̴͕͉̮͍̺̘͌͐̀̍̅͟l̴͉̥͈͙̦̹̄̍̉̂̀̽̊̕̚͞ļ͈̳̲̥̟̘̣͉̓̔͋̂̅͞ s̵̮̥̲͈̞͕̮̬̋̅̏́̌̽͋͡ͅa̢͍̟̣̳̟͍͇̾̈́̎͆̀̈̕c̨̢͇̲̦̣̣͓̟͋̒̑̒̄̀̉ͅř̢̝͇͙̮̈̈̀͌͆̐͞i̡̩̮͖͖̟͙̩̋͐̓͒̔̏͝f̴̧̣̜͚̼̣͙̟̔͛͋̕͢͜͝i̟̙̫̳̿͐̋̑͢͢͝͠c̵̛̘̲̠̥͙̬̅̄͑̅͊̚ě̢̧̪̣͕̭̿̏̏̆͘ ẗ̵̢̮̭͍͍͉̳̥́̿̄͊͠͝͞h̨̢̬̮̹͚̣̰̐̋͊̆̎͂e͎͖͈͈̺̅̊̊̄̊̚͝͝ t̴͉͈̯̫͛͗̽̏́̕͟͠͝h̵̨̡̡̬̪͈̙͕̪͆͋̉̏̈́͢ĭ̶̞̼͖̭͔͕̱̝̟̣̆̀̀̾̂̆͌͘n̵̢͙̺͚̰̹̱̿̅̊̾̄̍͑͘g̴̡̳̟͎͈͓̑͆̀͌̓̽̆̎ ṱ̵͓̗͔̤̤͗̀̎̅͆͗̔́͊ͅh̞̤̼̝̜͖͊͊͑́͠͞ȩ̴̧̠̦̳̯͔̲̒͊̂̌͜͝ͅy̠͕̙̺̦̣͓̮̳̑̍͋̓͘͠ c̨̞͇̫̝̙͎̊͑͗͞͠ḩ̶̮͕̲̰̞͈͙̉̇̉́̔̚͟͟e̵̪̗̮̝̞̖̺͌̒͗͆͒̿̆̽̕͘͟r̵̙̲͉͎̟̰̤̹͊̒͐͠͠į̦̱̰̟̘͚̞̼̐̀̃̿̅̎͛̈̋ş̧̖͔̱̲͇̠̭̤͌͛͂̓͘ḧ̴̨̹̖̭͉̗́̀̏̃̓̍͟ t̲̘̣̰̩̠̣̫̅̋̅̄͑̏͜͞h̵͉̮̰̞͓̐́͌̒͐͢͢͢e̢̪̭̘̱̩͇̝͍̓͑͌̈́͛̂͞ m̳̲̺̞͉͎̱̽͋̐͋̾̍͐͋̂ö̢̡̤̹̫̯̟̻̀̿̃͋̔͟ͅs̵̥̻̻̝̥̠̣̺̾͋̊̃̋̈͐̐͘ͅͅt̳͖̫̲̟̎̓̀̌̔̓̋.̢͔̲̺͈̜̈́̆͌͒̽̈́

̦͉̙̯̳̥͇̅͛̀̅̈̃̅̍̀̈́

The girls figure froze up, and for the first time, her mind regained it's usual stability and she registered the words she was hearing. "What... Keeper of Life? The One who brings Tranquility? Wait, are you talking about All Might?"

The voice went silent. She took that as confirmation and pursed her lips.

"And the Chosen One? Who is that-" The voice was silent, and she knew that the information was far beyond her reach. "- Nevermind then. At least tell me, without your stupid Riddle thing. What's the end result of... this?"

There was, once again, a deafening silence. It was a long Fourty-two seconds before it spoke again.

̴̮̻̦̻̠̟̼̞̌̀̿̎͒̊͝ͅ                         È̸̪͕̗̗̩̯͕̍́̇͒̕v̪͇͉̞͍͕͋̈̀̍͘͢͜͠í̶̢͉̞̮͈̳̫̖̐͗̓̂̒̅͂̉̾ļ̵͙̖̭̞̫̣͋̊͋͌̓̃͗̓ ẃ̴̨̛̪̳̥̥̑̀̂̏̍͘̕ĩ̷̤̩̤̭̜̽̀̀̄͐̚l̷̮̭̟̖͚̅͋͒͂̓̽́̕͜͢͟͞ĺ̛̖͇͈͓̅͋̔̃͐͒̎͊͢͟ w̡̢̬̯͙̯̻̽̌̆͘͝͞ͅï̹̘͙͔̖͚̥̰̥̾̔̏̉̈́͒̚̚n̷̨̖̭̠͚̪̺̈́̎̑́̏̅̌̆͢͠͠.̷̨͓̟̬̯͓̖̦͍̓̌̈́́͘͝

                                Delyse's heart plumetted into her stomach.

̸̡̡̛̛͎̼̠͔̬̝͈̹̄͑̔̋̈́͝͝

̶̡̧̳̭̞̠̗̬̺͇̈́̌̊͋̄             B̢̛̛̝̤̖̹̐̍͆́̿̊͐e̶͍͓̣͓͐̄̆͆̆͢͠ͅ w̮͙̪͚̠͉̪̹̮̆͛͗̾̐͒ͅá̸̡̞̯͍̙̲̋̋͗̽̓̄͐̚͜͡r̶͍͙̰̻̿͑͊̈͂̃͗́̄̚ͅn̜̟͈̯͚͕̣͓̰̓̾͆͗̀ë̡̱̣͍̖̤̋̈́̉̍͛́̍̀͟d̷̻̪͈̭̜͒̆͛̀͞͞,̪̙̼̟̈́̀͋̊͑̋͟͠ ã̡̱̯̙̥̦̑̓̽̅n̷̡̰͈̞̖͎̯̞̂̊̓̕͜͠d͎͇̺̰̺̺̰̯̉̏̿̓͂̋̾͋̽̕͢ m̢̧̲̼̳̗̟̙͒̆͌̄͆̆͂̆͘͢͢a̘̺̺͚̰͋̊̾̓̃̋͘͘ỷ̴̢̡̜̹̜̪͇͈͊̒̍̀̏͢͡ͅ h̨͚̼͎͓̼͈͐̑͆̂̅͠͞ô̝̭̰͇̠̬̹̞̰̙͋̎̒͑̐͒̏̚p̶͇̭̗̰̠̘̞͔͗̌̋̂̓͛̓̓͟͜͡͠ḙ̱̖͙̼̟̀̾̃̀̀̎͢ l̷̯̤̰͓̥͋̾̃̀̿̔è̴̮͓̬̞͉̙̬̐̋̀̊̍̇͌̕̕͜à̲͇̼͎̩͙̠̿̍̉̽̚͜d͓̺͔̤͓̬̗͔̊͋̎̒͂̑̿̏̓͘ t̢̻̹͙͕̹̜̀̈́̐̑̕h̷̛̰̪̜͔̮̰̃́̿̓͞e̡̛̱̼͎̺̥͋̅̌̍̾̓̌̚͢͠ͅ ẃ̛͎̠̗̣̯̺̗̠̹̇͆͌̑̊̊a̭͉͇̲̯̰̺͊͛̑͋̓͊ͅy̢̳̫̖̪͒͂͂̅̍́̕͟͞ f̢̢̫̥̟̠̳̳̙̼̒͐͑͌͠͞o̵͉̖̯̹͖̒̄̈́́̕r̰̱̳̰͚̺͗̆̀̓̋̃͋̓͒͢͡ ư͖͖̼̩̪̋͋͆̈͘͟͞s̸͍̯̖̩̳͊̓̽͗͞͝ ą͚̙̙̭͕̲͓̔́̃̃͐͢͟͝l̵͖͖̜͉̺̹̽͋͋̓̾́̇͜͝l̬̯̯͚̖̼̯͐̎̂͒̽̍̈̋̅̕.̵̛̖̫͙̞̪̓̒̉̓̈͗͝͝

After that, the unknown presence that Delyse had detected earlier gradually faded away, and she was left alone to mull over her new predicament.

                                              "Wait! I still have questions-"

                                                                     ||-||-||

"Delyse?! DELYSE!!! GET OUT OF THE FUCKING BED BEFORE I KICK YOU TO CLOUD 9!!"

The girl's eyes snapped open, and she flung herself out of bed, arms out in a protective stance and hand reaching out for the sharp stiletto she kept by her bedside table. Her hair was wilder than usual and her protective glare shot the figure like a gun to the head. 

Gabrielle put her hands up in defence. "Whoa, chill Cowboy. Put the stiletto down, this is a bad idea. You'll regret it later."

Delyse's eyes flashed and turned back to their usual sparkling blue, her frown turned upside down into a cheeky grin. Only her mother could make a shit joke like that, and she knew straight away. She's home.

"Oh, I won't regret this," she shook the seafoam green heel warningly at the woman. "After all you've ever done to me and my dignity, I'd be happy to throw this at you and damage that wrinkly face of yours!"

A bark of laughter betrayed Gabrielle's mouth, and her eyes echoed with a protective warmth- like a fire, warm to those who provide it, but get to close to the source and you'll be burned. Her growing crows-feet made her look like a woman well seasoned in life. "Glad to know even when you look like you've seen a ghost you've my sense of humour." She ruffled her daughter's hair roughly and smiled. "You remind me when I was young, you wouldn't be no daughter of mine if you weren't! Now, if you ever point a stiletto like that at me ever again I will not hesitate to destroy your entire collection of body pillows. Noted?"

                                                                  "Noted."

Gabrielle winked and slipped out the room, leaving her baby sperm to herself. Delyse's forehead wrinkled, and a frown returned on her face. She needed to figure out-

                          Wait, what did she need to figure out again?

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                   ||-||-|| Day Two of the hell y'all call Highschool ||-||-||

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"Miss Delyse Keire, Blood type O-Positive. A personality type ESTJ, and born on the 4th of January. I've heard many things about you! Maybe I should clarify, just in case!"

The so-called girl raised an eyebrow and her lips curved into an uneasy smirk. "Weird Flex, but okay. Please fucking tell me if you're going to look into me so I can kill you first next time."

"HAHAHAHA! How very amusing, young heroine," The Principals mousy face was lit up in a friendly smile, but his eyes glinted with something far from the child-friendly exterior he wore. "Tea?"

                                       "No thanks, It's probably drugged."

           The mouse cleared his throat. "You're not wrong, Little One."

                              "You're the little one here, you damn rat."

                                 "I'm a very intelligent mouse, actually." 

                                                            "Whatever."

His smile faltered slightly. "Anyways, you weren't called here to have a pleasant conversation with me. What is the reason that you came to school wearing... this?"

He gestured slightly to the attire the girl was wearing, and her face lit up in a child-like manner. The dark green blazer the UA students wore proudly was replaced with a bright orange cardigan, and mismatched gold earring drooped from her lobes gaudily. Her patent leather Mary-Janes were replaced with her sharpened heels, and an emerald knot headband kept her hair from covering her face. There was nothing remotely school like on her whatsoever, excluding the black skirt, she was wearing. Even that had a severe rip up the edge that almost exposed her pants. Keyword: almost.

"Oh, isn't it nice!" she exclaimed. "I bought it at the charity shop too! Bloody good price I got for it all-"

"Miss Keire, I'm afraid to say all of this you're wearing is against the school dress code. I'll have to email your parents about this unfortunate mishap and arrange for you to get a new uniform."

Her eyes darkened. "This isn't breaking the school dress code. It clearly states on it that only stud earrings are meant to be worn unless it assists your quirk. My earrings have quartz embedded in them, which is said to heal you. Mentally and physically, meaning it applies to the soul as well. It also gives my butterflies a place to rest-" She gestured to the glowing insects floating around her head. "- When they're tired."

"W-Well, I guess that could be alleviated. What about the stilettos and your... cardigan..."

"The rules say you need to wear the school uniform, right? Well, I'm wearing the summer uniform so this is technically allowed."

"But we don't have a summer uniform-"

                                                                            "Well, we do now buster. My rules."

"Well, I'm sorry to inform you Miss Keire. But I'm the principal of this scho-"

She slammed her hand on the coffee table and glared at the mouse, who was now trying to mop up the tea he had spilt on the Patucci suit in surprise.

                                         "My. Rules. Or I'm leaving school."

He gulped. He probably should've expelled her there and then, but her parents her extremely wealthy and were the main patrons to the school. If he expelled their daughter, the so-called prestigious school could fall into incredible hardship that would be hard to crawl out of. Not to mention she had an extremely powerful quirk with untapped potential, to expel someone like that simply because of wild behaviour and weird charity clothes would be unacceptable.

He sighed. "Fine, but on one condition. You must maintain grades that fall in the top 7 percentile of the school, and if that is not achieved you can say goodbye to the hero course and your friends." 

This was risky, but he had to show some sort of control over her. Something akin to respect flashed through her eyes after that, and Nezu knew he'd won- sorta.

                                                                   "Deal."

                                                                     ||-||-||

The girl was silent after the principal's office door was closed behind her, the only sound that she made was the crisp click of her heels as she walked on the marble floor. Her expression was unreadable, even when a familiar English teacher's jaw dropped at the sight of her outrageous clothes.

It was only when she reached the door to her classroom did something pass through her face. Delyse's mouth curved into a smirk as she slid open the door, and the class looked at her with hopeful expectation.

                                              "We've won the war, Kiddies."

And that was all it took for the class to break out in a roar of approval.

                              She chuckled, Welcome to UA High, bitches.

                                                                      ||-||-||

                                                    ||-||-|| Translated ||-||-||

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                                                     A Storm is coming.

Those with hands untouchable and souls darkened with insanity will steal away the one who brings tranquillity, leading the lives of many to an end of chaos and despair.

The Chosen One with the light capable of steering them away has not bloomed, and those with hearts equally pure have nought.

The Keeper of Life has not awakened and shall not stir unless the time may come when they must sacrifice the thing they cherish the most.

                                                             Evil will win.

                      Be warned, and may Hope lead the way for us all.

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                                    Woooo that chapter hurt my brain XD

Hope y'all enjoyed it, please tell me what you think of Delyse and shizzleshticks.

This chapter was dedicated to my friend who just finished her treatment for Leukaemia. Ilysm and I can't believe how brave you are <3

11. Top Five Husbandos' / Wifus'?

Takumi Aldini [ Shokugeki no Souma ], Benedict Blue [ Violet Evergarden ], Zeno [ Akatsuki no Yona ], Kokoroyomi [ Gakuen Alice ] and Todoroki Shouto [ BNHA ]