It was a dark morning and Pixie peeked out the window of the kitchen. The street was empty, as it always was. Nobody strolled through this part of the neighborhood leisurely. Everybody avoided this place, and Pixie rarely saw a face besides Kurogiri and Tomura. A few people would be with them occasionally, but Pixie was never allowed in the room when they had company. Tomura had been her guardian ever since she was a child. He had told her that her parents died and he took her in out of the goodness in his heart. She couldn't remember her parents, but she definitely didn't believe Tomura. He couldn't be telling the truth, he's evil.
Pixie sighed and shut the curtain, she sat down at the kitchen looking at her bowl of cereal. It had been a few days since Tomura had come by, it was always a lot more peaceful when he wasn't around. The tension of waiting for him to come back was killing her, she prayed every day that he would never show up again and she would be free. Just as Pixie was getting lost in her thoughts, the lock turned and the door opened slowly. It was Tomura, and Pixie's dreams were shattered yet again. Pixie slowly rose up from her chair. "Welcome home, Father," she kept her head bowed and tried her best to not flinch as he walked towards her. He placed a hand on her head and put her back in her seat. Pixie's long dark hair was covering her face, she avoided eye contact as much as possible.
"Pixie, finish your breakfast and meet me downstairs, we have many things to do." Tomura slipped around the corner and Pixie sat there staring at her thighs. Why did he have to come back? Pixie quickly finished her food, if she made him wait too long it would only be worse. She scurried around the corner and down the stairs. Tomura was holding the door of her cell open and she somberly walked in and knelt down on the floor. "You know the drill Pixie" there was a white hospital gown on the floor and Pixie stared at it with cold dead eyes. When it came time for Tomura to do his experiments, Pixie tried her best to go to a different place. She had learned over the years that fighting only made things more painful. Pixie's eyes welled up with tears as Tomura entered the room. "Oh my dear Pixie, you know what happens when you cry. Why would you do something so pointless?" Tomura's voice was filled with rage. Whatever he had been out doing for the past few days was clearly unsuccessful and he was taking it out on her. He kicked her square in the jaw and Pixie tried with all her might to keep her whimpers barely audibly. Tomura picked her up by the hair and looked her straight in the eyes. "I took you in, I could've left you on the streets to die, but I didn't. You should be a lot more grateful to me." Tomura spat at Pixie while throwing her to the ground. Pixie thought to herself "I wish I would've died". Her body was numb, and she was close to giving up. A face appeared in her head and she felt a wave of hope. "I can't give up, what am I thinking. I've survived this long, I can continue." Pixie gave herself a pep talk while Tomura landed a painful blow to her abdomen. She spat out blood and Tomura stepped back and looked at her. "Now that you're done being a brat, let's start with our work."
Tomura had been experimenting on her since she showed signs of having a quirk. Pixie's quirk was simple but powerful when used correctly. She could manipulate plants and animals to do her bidding. Tomura had claimed she inherited her mother's quirk. She was known as 'Mother Nature', Pixie had always been curious to look it up but she never believed what Tomura said anyway and didn't want to be disappointed. Tomura believed Pixie to be revolutionary in terms of quirks. He had been injecting her with multiple quirks trying to see if any were compatible. Most of the time it was rejected and put Pixie into severe pain. So far only one had worked, It was the most important one to Tomura. With a new quirk successfully blended with Pixie's genetics Tomura has been pushing harder to turn her into the perfect weapon. Of course, Pixie had no real idea of what he wanted to use her for, but she could only assume it was to use her powers for nothing good.
Hours had passed and Pixie lay on the floor shivering and with her gown ripped to shreds. She stared up at the white ceiling and her mind started to spin. Tomura was behind the glass and talking to Kurogiri. Tomura had praised Pixie once they were done. Apparently, things had gone well but it was far from over. Pixie blacked out due to pain, but it was never good if his experiment was successful. Kurogiri picked her up off the floor and dragged her upstairs. He set her down in the bathtub and closed the door. Pixie with all her strength turned on the shower and sat up hugging her knees while the warm water flowed over her. She quietly cried to herself and promised her mother and father that she would get out of here alive.