These beginning notes are not important but, for those of you who are reading this and have or going to read my work in the future. As a person who mainly does a lot of Izuku isekai stories, I was wondering if any of you had any good suggestions for how Izuku should get Isekaied in other new stories, I've used being teleported by a portal two to many times and I can only say Izuku died so many times so, what are some unique ways Izuku can get transported to another world? The weirder the better.
The darkness was comforting.
The odd feeling of being hot enough to feel like his everything was on fire. But so cold that it felt like he was actively feeling frostbite on his whole being yet the insane heat burned the feeling of frostbite away while the insane cold numbed the heat until he felt like he was in limbo, but instead of feeling tortured he felt...at peace.
Little thought went through his mind, his mind feeling far too relaxed and serene to fill with cluttering thoughts. The burning/freezing sensation that seemed to rest around him seemed to slowly fill him, not very threatening but not very caring either, almost intrusive, the sensation of feeling his...soul...become numb made him slowly involuntarily relax even more.
Their was little warning, but suddenly disturbing him from his wonderful sleep was a voice, it was deep but breathy seemingly overlapping itself with one but many voices, it could only really be properly described as a seed of thought, trying to take root in his mind but not blossom, to plant a suggestion into his mind only to activate at a later time, the person who did this was clearly skilled.
Though the thought was distant, he knew that if he were any normal being he would have never noticed, but he had experienced long hours doing mental training Shinso and Mandalay, and even Monama copying Shinso's quirk. Because of this the sensation of a fake thought trying to take root in his head was as easy to spot as a recently cracked glow stick in a dark room.
But while it was easy to identify, it was persistent and reflex alone caused him to mentaly push back, unknowingly to him. The constant mental battle slowly but surely slothing off the negative effects the void seeping into him began to inflict.
With a burst of mental training and will he finally uprooted the seed of fake thought before completely destroying it and putting all of his mental training into effect immediately.
His once serene mind was now a fortress similar to the well known prison:Tartarus, his most deepest secrets held at the bottom with only meaningless things at the top, it was a technique he had developed after so many encounters with both villains and fellow heroes that made it where even if someone got into his mind, they would only gleam meaningless things, and if they fought for more it would become obvious enough for him to have time to kick them out.
Beyond the Tartarus build of his thoughts and memories, he surrounded the prison with a literal whirlpool of thought, it was accidental but when he ever encountered anyone with a passive mind reading quirk they remarked that it hurt to hear his mind as his thoughts sped so fast from his past mumbling that it hurt to hear the chaotic maelstrom of random thoughts screaming in his mind.
The final few touches was to surround all of it with what was basically his will turning into reality, quirk with mental effects would remark that the stronger the will the individual had the more they had to fight through a metaphorical wall, so the metal orb that surrounded his core mind became nearly impenetrable, and to top it off was a technique he had learned from fellow heroes who had mental quirks.
With the orb made of his will done he then added the technique and a metaphorical drape or curtain surrounded the orb, this sheet added barely no defensive ability whatsoever, but it was a layer that individuals had to draw back or pass through to get to him being useful to block only the weakest of passive mental abilities, but it acted like a alert system, keying him in on someone having interfered with the sheet of awareness in some way.
Unknown to him, with all the preparations done in seconds after ripping the seed of thought apart a pale being who, appeared as though a king, was miles above him shook slightly as they felt one of their connections be cut off abruptly, but with no way to identify the single individual out of the hundred of thousands he had implanted seeds of thought into, and his mental defenses warding off any unwanted visitors, the being was forced to simply assume that the...thing simply died in the process of the conversion and left, unaware of what truly occurred.
With his mind suddenly kicked into high gear it took a moment for him to sparse all the new information he was getting, or better described. The process of deciphering old information that he had realized but hadn't scrutinized, and that in of itself worried him.
Firstly was the balancing of insane levels of hot and cold traveling through his entire body, he had finally realized that he wasn't touching the ground but was instead was in side of some indescribable...liquid, and no matter where he looked he only saw darkness, in fact he couldn't even feel his attempt at opening his eye lids and the final nail in the coffin was his body, while he was fairly certain he could move it felt wrong, like his body had decided it didn't like being only a solid, liquid, and gas in certain important places in his body and decided that everything wanted to be all three states of matter at once.
Confused and desperate he reached out to his soul-his quirk, he could feel it their, but the sensation of insane temperatures and darkness was stronger their, covering it in a bubble, but he could feel his soul as it fought back against the sensation, and both sides seemed to be in a stalemate with no way for him to influence either side. Like he was locked out by something else but couldt feel or tell what it was.
Stuck and unable to tell anything else around him, he began to move his arm forward, and was met with resistance as he reached his arms maximum length, though that still felt wrong.
Cautiously curious, he rapped his 'knuckle' agisnt the presumed wall, almost instantly he felt the wall shudder, just that tap alone told him the wall was thick but made of a weak substance, sadly it seemed the presumed liquid stopped him from being able to hear the sound of him knocking against the wall.
If it wasn't for the fact that his face felt wrong he would have frowned lightly, instead he pulled his arm backward and formed what he was fairly certain was a first before sending his 'fist' screaming into the wall. Instantly the sound of cracking could be heard around and he felt the liquid he was in shudder from the force of his hit, repeating the motion once more he suddenly felt his body lurch forward as the loudest crack happened and the liquid he was suspended in pushed him forward and out.
If he could have coughed he would have, the sensation feeling wrong and off as he attempted to after landing 'face' first onto solid ground, the liquid he was just in rushing out after him and keeping him on the ground for just a bit longer, strangely though he felt no pain or even shock, the want to cough and groan after falling onto the ground ingrained into his mind like any other human.
As he had deduced, his everything felt wrong from the feeling of attempting to move, to the proportions of his limbs, to the sensation of touching the ground, his mind told him that he was touching something solid and rough, rocky even, but some part of him he never felt before introduced the sensation of blocking, something stopping his form and forcing him back, he was somehow perfectly feeling the sensation of the force of the ground pushing back against him, it was...indescribable, at first the sensation of resistance was what he would have described as the force of a more solid object pushing back against him, and the downward pull of gravity keeping him to the ground now felt as though he was 'seeing' gravity pushed him down while he pushed against the floor and the floor pushed back, it was a wonder he wasn't being crushed as the new indescribable sensation of gravity in some new way was supplied to his mind.
Standing he realized that the area around was brown and fumbling as he turned around he was met with a reflective black egg but instead of seeing the face of Izuku Midoriya reflected back he was met with a featureless white mask with two horns sprouting from his head and arching inward and stopping with only a few inches apart from their tips.
Where his eyes used to be now were two black holes that looked almost like empty eye sockets, yet looked impossibly deeper, in his right eye hole a glimmer of green light seemed to periodically spark to life before being consumed by the darkness surrounding it.
Below his head was a disproportionately smaller body that seemed to be pure black, seeming to suck up the light that surrounded him and almost made him look bodiless but his pure black body was highlighted by an odd blue cape that was frayed at the edges.
Subconsciously he raised his hand to his neck and felt that the 'cape' appeared seamlessly from where his collar bone and went down to cover him but stopped around just beneath his 'knees' and that was the other strange thing, his new pitch black body seemed to be missing important things such as knees or arms or even fingers and toes and he stood on pure black stubs that somehow kept him standing and balanced with no problem at all, yet he was sure he could feel his bones as he moved.
He was a bug, that was the only explanation, his previously human skin now replaced with chitin that only bugs had, though he was fairly certain he could feel his bones they felt off, but he wasn't going to be opening himself up to take a peek inside.
The other thing was that even though he had nubs for hands feet, when he went to pick anything up the indescribable feeling of the chitin around his hand turning into a liquid that then formed into a rough approximation of a hand, and he was fairly certain there was bone in it, the 'fingers' that had sprouted could twist a whole 360 degrees with no problem and could bend in any direction he wanted to bend them.
Another thing was that after his first fumble he now had perfect balance, the only explanation he could figure was the fact was that he was missing a center of gravity, which was weird, no matter what he picked up or how he held his body he felt no need to compensate for weight which was trippy as his body was extremely small but he was still strong enough to pick up boulders with no problem.
Though there were a few things that worried him, first was his missing memories on how he ended up getting, what he could only assume, reincarnated. He didn't know if he died or that the popular superstition of ROB's being real ended up true and one decided to mess with him.
Second was that he couldn't use his quirk. It was strange, on one hand he could still feel his quirk, but there was a disconnect, and every time he tried to get in contact with his quirk the green light in his eye got just a little bit brighter, but nothing else would happen.
Thirdly was that after having sat staring at his reflection for a long while he had begun looking around and had found a giant lake that looked to be made of the same substance that he had been inside of earlier, and floating at the top where several eggs, each one almost identical to his own and each other, but where his was small, the eggs were giant, it would almost be ironic that him, Izuku-deku was the runt of the liter.
Having been to worried to get to close he had gone in the opposite direction just to find what looked like a cave in, and after lifting literal boulders with his incredibly smaller body and that was how he had found himself in this little cave made of the same dark brown coloring, but he only sat at the mouth of the cave, the cave going deeper than he could see.
'What i'm I supposed to do-!' cutting himself off from his mental delima he turned to the deeper part of the cave, and from it a little black worm appeared, it slowly made its way to Izuku before without even stopping went right past him for a few meters for turning around.
'What was that?' curious and a little surprised to see what looked like a bloated worm pass him with no trouble, he slowly trailed behind the worm, stepping aside to let the worm pass when it turned, he saw that there was a small ledge exactly where the worm had turned around at.
Jumping was...indescribable, there was no tenseing of physical muscles, but a sort of metaphorical one, that new sensation of gravity or something else seemingly gliding off of him like water on a duck before he reached his destination perfectly the sense of gravity or maybe even inertia gently keeping him from going even further past his jump as he landed on the ledge.
He could practically hear the record scratching in his head as he looked at his jumping off point to where he landed, he had basically jumped twice his own height, but before he could freak out over it to much his mind flashed to all those times he had simply held two boulders at once without ever tipping over, it seemed like in his new body gravity had a...strange effect.
Seeing that he had a weak conclusion to his question he continued down the cave, the ceiling lowering more and more the deeper he went until stepping on a slight bump on the ground ended up with his horns scraping across the ceiling, which was not a pleasant sound.
Suddenly the cave opened up and in it there appeared to be some kind of altur, the ground in the middle of the cave raised up, the walls seemed to have screaming faces carved into them, which helped make the whole room even more unsettling.
Slowly he made his way to the middle of the room, careful to keep his nonexistent eyes and ears open as he made his way onto the altar, where he found a pure white glass looking ball with a similar screaming face on it, though the face was mainly just three holes placed in a way that made it look like it was surprised.
Next to the white ball was a vial of some sort, inside what was the familiar black liquid that was everywhere, but inside floated little white balls that seemed to glow within the black liquid.
Reaching for the two objects in wonder he picked them both up, only for the white glass ball in his left to suddenly seem to shatter into familiar motes of white light and then flouted into his body, startled and surprised he didn't realized he had dropped the vial before it was to late, the shattering of the glass sounding like a gun in the quiet and large room.
Deathly scared he had done something wrong he only took a moment to glance at the dark liquid that now stained the floor of the altar, the white balls inside of it previously now gone, but before he could so much as step off of the altar the entrance into the room suddenly was covered by a thick black web of some kind, before the sound of wailing filled the room, it was all to much as he collapsed onto the ground trying and failing to cover ears that didn't exist, not stopping the sound even a little bit, but as he was now collapsed into a quivering ball on the ground the screaming faces began to leak void from their eyes, the liquid having motes of soul floating in them as the liquid quickly began to fill the bottom of the room and began to rise up to the altar, its unsuspecting recipient awaiting its dangerous power.
One moment he was curled up on the ground from the screaming and the next everything became quiet, the familiar floating feeling of being in the liquid darkness surrounding him, uncurling, he felt as the liquid began to seep into him, the darkness cascading into him like he was a charging battery, the feeling was almost overwhelming as he felt darkness began to bubble around what he could only describe as his soul, it was like he could see it all happening in front of him.
His soul, a fluttering green light that seemed to be engulfed by the growing darkness, but as that occurred motes of white light began to appear around the light before from the darkness smaller motes of light began to appear from the darkness and join the ring of light.
Like a fire the once engulfed green light began to grow as the ring of white light seeped into it, and following that the bubble of darkness that seemed to surround it seemed to be pulled into the ring of light like a whirlpool sucking in more water, and like an explosion the once tiny green spark became a all consuming blaze, engulfing both light and darkness alike, and as that began, it was like he could feel that growing flame and he began to feel like he was holding in an explosion that was ready to be released.
Like a balloon ready to pop he followed his new found instincts and pushes the power forward an explosion like a wailing scream rush's forward and slams into the ceiling of the room, the room shook as the ceiling practically instantly collapsed, the sheer force behind the explosive soul spell causing parts of the cave to cave in and the entrance of the cave was closed by rubble once more.
I got into hollow knight recently and liked it so I did this. Review!..or something.