The nameless thing had been crawling for as long as it could remember. It was pretty sure it had a name at one point, but that had been so very long ago. Or maybe it hadn't been long ago? Time had lost any sort of meaning within the abyss. But the nameless thing was sure it had been a very long time, possibly forever.
It wasn't really sure where it was going, all it knew was that it had to keep moving. Every Time the nameless thing tried to stop, its friends would cry out to keep going. It just had to keep going.
Where was it going again? Maybe it could rest for a bit, its body hurt all the time. It didn't like the pain.
One of the friends shouted at him. "Move! You fucking useless piece of shit! Don't you dare slack off!"
That was Kachan. He was a fish with a pretty blue light and he bit the nameless thing whenever he got mad. The problem was Kachan was always mad. It felt like Kachan might have been something different at one point, something that was loud and made red light instead of blue. But that didn't make sense, Kachan only ever made blue light.
The nameless thing groaned and began crawling once more. Black tentacles emerged from various points of its body and began moving forward like a massive spider made of darkness and green lightning.
The green was always there now. The green made the constant pain less. Anything that made the pain less was good, so that meant the green was good.
The other friend that spoke to the nameless thing the most was Ochako. Ochako was the best of friends. She stayed no matter what and never let go. It was like a never ending hug. It was hard to remember how big she used to be, but it seemed like she'd gotten bigger. Ochako's main body rested on its back with her long spindly arms wrapping around the nameless thing all the way from its hips to its neck.
She was nicer, but just as insistent as Kachan that the nameless thing never stops moving.
Mom was the kindest of the friends. Mom was the only friend that thought resting was ok. Mom was the worried voice that didn't want the nameless thing to get hurt. She was an orange starfish that covered its face, sometimes it had to move her so it could see, but she didn't mind. She covered its mouth too, but that was ok, the nameless thing did not eat or breathe. Maybe it never had? It feels like it used to breathe with its mouth, but that feels distant and confusing. How would it breathe without water going through its gills?
There were a few other friends, but it couldn't remember their names. One friend was a bunch of barnacles that lived across its body. This friend would shout about being manly and not giving up. This friend probably had a name at one point, but it was hard to remember things from before the darkness.
Kachan bit his hand a little. "Of course it's hard to remember. That's because there wasn't anything before the darkness! It's always been like this, anything else is just a stupid story you made up."
Yeah, that made sense.
The only other people that spoke were the shimmers. They were called that because they would shimmer in and out of existence, usually to say things that didn't make sense. There were eight different shimmers that would show up. This time the shimmer was the lady with gloves and black hair.
"The memories are real Izuku! Please don't forget who you used to be!"
She shimmered away with black wisps wrapping around her. The shimmers really did make no sense. The nameless thing didn't even know what an 'Izuku' was. And how could there be memories if it has only existed in the dark? Kachan just said that the Before was just a story, and Kachan was much more trustworthy than the shimmers.
The shimmers mostly said nonsense like that. They spent a lot of time apologizing, especially the scrawny yellow one. But the shimmers were hard to get rid off, even when it threw things at them everything just passed through them. How do you get rid of something if rocks don't work?
Sometimes not being able to hit the shimmers was so frustrating that the nameless thing would start smashing everything nearby. There was something satisfying about punching the ground as hard as possible and feeling the sand be blown away while anything solid was completely pulverized.
But if the feeling was tired and sad instead of angry, then the best thing to do was to reach back and grab its neck from behind. The nameless thing would then crush the spine to dust between its fingers. Everything would go blissfully numb until the healing was done. That was the only way to make the pain stop and rest, so the nameless thing did it often. It would probably do so forever if it wasn't for the friends and shimmers both yelling at it to keep moving.
That was one of the two things the friends and the shimmers actually agreed on. The nameless thing had to keep moving.
Moving. Moving. Always moving.
Keep Moving
KeEP mOViNg
Ķ̸̧̛͍̳̜̼̰͛͊̈́́͋͝E̷̘͇̺̬̫̝̟̽͜E̷̡̡̹̻̲̹͈͊̒̐̋̇́̿̚P̸̬̦̏͐̎̿̅ ̴̝͈̘͇̟͓̱̺̌̃̈M̵̦͙͎̥̳̉̃͛͊̃̇̀͜͝Ǫ̵̢̫̙̥̠͍̈́̈́̉̓͊̈́͜V̶̭͉̩̗̮̼̂̑͗̏̚͝I̷̜̩̭̽͗͜N̷̫̘̲͖͍̞̮̄̃̍̄Ģ̴̠̣͇͚̣͒̿͊͗̂͘͜
Ḵ̵̬̲̀̽̀E̶͈̫̹͍̰̼̤͕͔̟̙̝̘͔̖̓̔̓̑͛̓̽̊͐͑̇̔̀̽͌̈́̃͒͆̀̋͆̅̅͊͋̍̉̒͜͜ͅͅE̵̢̻̳̝̰̰̘͔̼̮̳͉̺̣͉̳̲̖̣̰̰͙̻̮̱͓͈̫̜̲̰͙̲̮̜͓̎̀͋̅̈́͌͗͒͑̆̉̏̄͝͝͝P̵̠̦̳̬̜̪̩̺̱̔͑̎̀̈͑͋͐̄̑͒̓̓̀̾̓͒͋͐͆̓̔̇͘̕̚̕͘͠͝͝ ̸̢̛̭̟̜̪̙͈̼͙̜̙͓͇͕͖͔͇͍̰̣͚̳̤̖̭̬̞̖͚͆̊̍͂͋̅͂̈́͂̓͋̌́̂̽̎̊̌̋̉͆͋̒̈̊̔̚̕̕͝͝͠ͅM̴̨̛̘̦͉̪̠̬̰̥̖͎̤̯̩̗̬̎̀̒̈́̐̉͗͒̈́̓͆̔̓̋̕̚͜Ǫ̶̡̛̙͇̪̼̗̳͇̲͕̠̘̫̞̞̼̗͆̌͂̅̃̑͛̽́̿͐̕ͅͅV̷̨̙̯͓̞͉̙̘͓̭̥̜͕͍̮̯͔͚̗̘̼͊̑́̇̀̀͑́̃̃̈̑͒͗̀͗̽͑̒̓̊͝Į̶̡̠͚͍͔̠̪̫̥͓̬̗͕̪̯͇̟̪͔̟̞̪͚̳̞̯̹̪͖̐̓͑̔͒̔̌́̀́̓́̉̚̕͘͝͝͝͠͝Ņ̵̡͓͉̜̜̼̼̗͔͙̠̱͉̻͉̠̝̱̼͇̰̰̀̓̃̅̔͐̔̈́̎̍̾̈́͛̈́̌̓́͗͗̈̓̐̐̉̎͒̊̈̾͒̀̕͘̚͜͝͝ͅG̷̢̛̝̞̖̳̬͍̀̎͒̓͌͆̏̓͛͛͋̅̈́̽̍̎̈̊̄
*bonk*
The nameless thing was shaken from its thoughts when it bumped into something. In the soft green glow the obstacle looked like a rock at first. But when it looked up the rock kept going. It seemed to go up forever. Should it go around? Or maybe try to climb it? Climbing was probably best, since up was good.
That was the other thing the friends and shimmers agreed on, up is good and down is bad.
Even in the moments where everything is forgotten and blurry, those two ideas were all that remained.
Ḵ̶̨̭̻̠̹̳̺͙̠͔̬͖͙͈̮̼̗͉̫̈́̋̈̌̏Ẻ̷̢̡̞̩̘̙̤̬̠̩̥̣͈͈̤͈̼̒̒̂͜E̸̜͕̲̜̠͉̼̗̝̣̙̳͕̙͊̇͋͂̚͝͠ͅP̵̧̡͍̲̬̗̲̤͉̩̺͖̘͕͙̋͊͛̇͗̋̀́͗͛̆̊̋͝ ̵͕̩͙̟̜̼͓͗̃͋̀͘ͅM̸̪̟̪͓̯̠͈̦̘̣̰̦̫̳̽͜O̵̥̰̦̬͎̱̭͇̜̱͉̬̘͊̑̎̕V̷̢̲̼͇͚̲̺̙̬͍͎̣͙͛͆͆̃͌̇͂͛̋̇̓̔͌͋̄͘͝I̸̡̧̞͈̫̜̫̲̪͎̜̠͖͈͍̰̠̹̝͌͌̿̋̈̌͊͋̏͘͝ͅN̸̜̈́͋G̸͍͈̞̙̦̲̗̹̎̃̈́͑̆͋̄͊̈́̀́̿̎̀̐͝͠͠ͅ
̶̢̨̝͕̰̥̝͇͔̬͎̭̥̻͎̹͂̅̈͑̆̆͑͗͘͜͝͝Ư̴̡̛͎̖͊͊̎͊̎́͌͆̏͑͗̕͘ͅP̵̨̧̘͇̼̘̟̳̈́͊̽͌̎͋͌͊̐̈͊̊̍̾́̓̚̚͘ ̴̢̛̛̣̠̞͉̬̪̺̀̎̊̂͗͛͐͊̑́̈́͂̽̑͗̊̚͝Ī̸̡̢̲̜̰͓̘̠̠̠̯̮̠̥̣̼̂̈̅̄̒̇̽̊̄̅̋͒̅̇̿̅͜͝ͅS̵̢̨̜̖͙̲̩̤̪̻̬̯̭̬̜͍̈́͊͜͠͝ ̴̢̱̥̰̹̫̦̳̬͈͎͕̣͇̻̪̪̱͙̹̀̃͒̄̿͘͠G̵̢̢̛̙̥̥͖̮̻̮̘̱̟̭̤̬̟̺̲͔̟͊̎̎̿̈́̂ͅÖ̴̡͍̫͉͈̩̘̻̰̰͙̮͙̰͓̥̯͓̠̹̐͛̓̐̓̆̾̍͊̽̉Ǫ̴̛̺̤̞͉̩̙̪̣̤͍̤̫̘̰̘͖̞̈́̎̆̏́͗̈́́̇̌̐͒͗͆͑̆͗̃̅D̶̢̨̪̲̰̼̯̦̺͉̼̮̖̼̝̃̌̈̐͒͌̈̊̿͐̋̆̕͘͝͝͝,̶̧̡̛̰̖̺̮̗͙͇̹̜͂̀͛̽͊̅̾̎͑̽́͗͜͝ ̷̖͉̻͗̕D̵̙̥͚͎̞̥̤̼̲͇͎̖̝̖̣̳̎̉̒̎̇Ó̷͖̖̳̪̘̝̲̮͍̼̠̘̫̤̪͇͎̺̒̽̾͂̿̾̑̈̇͋͛̄̂͘̕͝ͅW̷̮̗̭̣̳̳̖̰̱̟̐͂͑͑̋͌̾̆̀̾͊̕͝N̷̨̮̳̤͔͕̻͖̻̳̤͎̔̋̀̔͗̀̕͜ ̴̧̨̖̝͙͉͇̬̠̹͉̟̠̞͌̆͗I̶͖̥̰͉̼͔̣̜̞̒͛̿̈͒͜Ş̶̢̨̺͍̰͍͙̙͕̪̠̤͍͊̃̋̀̈́̽̈́̆̏͌͋̈̕͠ ̴̢̨̨̡͍̳͎̝̲͇̦͇̟͈͎͙̙͕̬̮̥̏̄̽͗B̶̡̟͎̦͉̯̘̮̮͉̳̃̐́̓̂̓͂̍̆͠͝A̸̛̛͖̖̺̮̞̥̱̦͓͌͗́̓̈̍̀͑͑̚͘͜͜͠D̴̢͍͎̳̳͙̞̲͙͉̖̫̓͊̽̎̅̅̈́̀̾̒͗͆́͆̏̈́̾͘͘
Ḵ̶̨̭̻̠̹̳̺͙̠͔̬͖͙͈̮̼̗͉̫̈́̋̈̌̏Ẻ̷̢̡̞̩̘̙̤̬̠̩̥̣͈͈̤͈̼̒̒̂͜E̸̜͕̲̜̠͉̼̗̝̣̙̳͕̙͊̇͋͂̚͝͠ͅP̵̧̡͍̲̬̗̲̤͉̩̺͖̘͕͙̋͊͛̇͗̋̀́͗͛̆̊̋͝ ̵͕̩͙̟̜̼͓͗̃͋̀͘ͅM̸̪̟̪͓̯̠͈̦̘̣̰̦̫̳̽͜O̵̥̰̦̬͎̱̭͇̜̱͉̬̘͊̑̎̕V̷̢̲̼͇͚̲̺̙̬͍͎̣͙͛͆͆̃͌̇͂͛̋̇̓̔͌͋̄͘͝I̸̡̧̞͈̫̜̫̲̪͎̜̠͖͈͍̰̠̹̝͌͌̿̋̈̌͊͋̏͘͝ͅN̸̜̈́͋G̸͍͈̞̙̦̲̗̹̎̃̈́͑̆͋̄͊̈́̀́̿̎̀̐͝͠͠ͅ
̶̢̨̝͕̰̥̝͇͔̬͎̭̥̻͎̹͂̅̈͑̆̆͑͗͘͜͝͝Ư̴̡̛͎̖͊͊̎͊̎́͌͆̏͑͗̕͘ͅP̵̨̧̘͇̼̘̟̳̈́͊̽͌̎͋͌͊̐̈͊̊̍̾́̓̚̚͘ ̴̢̛̛̣̠̞͉̬̪̺̀̎̊̂͗͛͐͊̑́̈́͂̽̑͗̊̚͝Ī̸̡̢̲̜̰͓̘̠̠̠̯̮̠̥̣̼̂̈̅̄̒̇̽̊̄̅̋͒̅̇̿̅͜͝ͅS̵̢̨̜̖͙̲̩̤̪̻̬̯̭̬̜͍̈́͊͜͠͝ ̴̢̱̥̰̹̫̦̳̬͈͎͕̣͇̻̪̪̱͙̹̀̃͒̄̿͘͠G̵̢̢̛̙̥̥͖̮̻̮̘̱̟̭̤̬̟̺̲͔̟͊̎̎̿̈́̂ͅÖ̴̡͍̫͉͈̩̘̻̰̰͙̮͙̰͓̥̯͓̠̹̐͛̓̐̓̆̾̍͊̽̉Ǫ̴̛̺̤̞͉̩̙̪̣̤͍̤̫̘̰̘͖̞̈́̎̆̏́͗̈́́̇̌̐͒͗͆͑̆͗̃̅D̶̢̨̪̲̰̼̯̦̺͉̼̮̖̼̝̃̌̈̐͒͌̈̊̿͐̋̆̕͘͝͝͝,̶̧̡̛̰̖̺̮̗͙͇̹̜͂̀͛̽͊̅̾̎͑̽́͗͜͝ ̷̖͉̻͗̕D̵̙̥͚͎̞̥̤̼̲͇͎̖̝̖̣̳̎̉̒̎̇Ó̷͖̖̳̪̘̝̲̮͍̼̠̘̫̤̪͇͎̺̒̽̾͂̿̾̑̈̇͋͛̄̂͘̕͝ͅW̷̮̗̭̣̳̳̖̰̱̟̐͂͑͑̋͌̾̆̀̾͊̕͝N̷̨̮̳̤͔͕̻͖̻̳̤͎̔̋̀̔͗̀̕͜ ̴̧̨̖̝͙͉͇̬̠̹͉̟̠̞͌̆͗I̶͖̥̰͉̼͔̣̜̞̒͛̿̈͒͜Ş̶̢̨̺͍̰͍͙̙͕̪̠̤͍͊̃̋̀̈́̽̈́̆̏͌͋̈̕͠ ̴̢̨̨̡͍̳͎̝̲͇̦͇̟͈͎͙̙͕̬̮̥̏̄̽͗B̶̡̟͎̦͉̯̘̮̮͉̳̃̐́̓̂̓͂̍̆͠͝A̸̛̛͖̖̺̮̞̥̱̦͓͌͗́̓̈̍̀͑͑̚͘͜͜͠D̴̢͍͎̳̳͙̞̲͙͉̖̫̓͊̽̎̅̅̈́̀̾̒͗͆́͆̏̈́̾͘͘
Ḵ̶̨̭̻̠̹̳̺͙̠͔̬͖͙͈̮̼̗͉̫̈́̋̈̌̏Ẻ̷̢̡̞̩̘̙̤̬̠̩̥̣͈͈̤͈̼̒̒̂͜E̸̜͕̲̜̠͉̼̗̝̣̙̳͕̙͊̇͋͂̚͝͠ͅP̵̧̡͍̲̬̗̲̤͉̩̺͖̘͕͙̋͊͛̇͗̋̀́͗͛̆̊̋͝ ̵͕̩͙̟̜̼͓͗̃͋̀͘ͅM̸̪̟̪͓̯̠͈̦̘̣̰̦̫̳̽͜O̵̥̰̦̬͎̱̭͇̜̱͉̬̘͊̑̎̕V̷̢̲̼͇͚̲̺̙̬͍͎̣͙͛͆͆̃͌̇͂͛̋̇̓̔͌͋̄͘͝I̸̡̧̞͈̫̜̫̲̪͎̜̠͖͈͍̰̠̹̝͌͌̿̋̈̌͊͋̏͘͝ͅN̸̜̈́͋G̸͍͈̞̙̦̲̗̹̎̃̈́͑̆͋̄͊̈́̀́̿̎̀̐͝͠͠ͅ
̶̢̨̝͕̰̥̝͇͔̬͎̭̥̻͎̹͂̅̈͑̆̆͑͗͘͜͝͝Ư̴̡̛͎̖͊͊̎͊̎́͌͆̏͑͗̕͘ͅP̵̨̧̘͇̼̘̟̳̈́͊̽͌̎͋͌͊̐̈͊̊̍̾́̓̚̚͘ ̴̢̛̛̣̠̞͉̬̪̺̀̎̊̂͗͛͐͊̑́̈́͂̽̑͗̊̚͝Ī̸̡̢̲̜̰͓̘̠̠̠̯̮̠̥̣̼̂̈̅̄̒̇̽̊̄̅̋͒̅̇̿̅͜͝ͅS̵̢̨̜̖͙̲̩̤̪̻̬̯̭̬̜͍̈́͊͜͠͝ ̴̢̱̥̰̹̫̦̳̬͈͎͕̣͇̻̪̪̱͙̹̀̃͒̄̿͘͠G̵̢̢̛̙̥̥͖̮̻̮̘̱̟̭̤̬̟̺̲͔̟͊̎̎̿̈́̂ͅÖ̴̡͍̫͉͈̩̘̻̰̰͙̮͙̰͓̥̯͓̠̹̐͛̓̐̓̆̾̍͊̽̉Ǫ̴̛̺̤̞͉̩̙̪̣̤͍̤̫̘̰̘͖̞̈́̎̆̏́͗̈́́̇̌̐͒͗͆͑̆͗̃̅D̶̢̨̪̲̰̼̯̦̺͉̼̮̖̼̝̃̌̈̐͒͌̈̊̿͐̋̆̕͘͝͝͝,̶̧̡̛̰̖̺̮̗͙͇̹̜͂̀͛̽͊̅̾̎͑̽́͗͜͝ ̷̖͉̻͗̕D̵̙̥͚͎̞̥̤̼̲͇͎̖̝̖̣̳̎̉̒̎̇Ó̷͖̖̳̪̘̝̲̮͍̼̠̘̫̤̪͇͎̺̒̽̾͂̿̾̑̈̇͋͛̄̂͘̕͝ͅW̷̮̗̭̣̳̳̖̰̱̟̐͂͑͑̋͌̾̆̀̾͊̕͝N̷̨̮̳̤͔͕̻͖̻̳̤͎̔̋̀̔͗̀̕͜ ̴̧̨̖̝͙͉͇̬̠̹͉̟̠̞͌̆͗I̶͖̥̰͉̼͔̣̜̞̒͛̿̈͒͜Ş̶̢̨̺͍̰͍͙̙͕̪̠̤͍͊̃̋̀̈́̽̈́̆̏͌͋̈̕͠ ̴̢̨̨̡͍̳͎̝̲͇̦͇̟͈͎͙̙͕̬̮̥̏̄̽͗B̶̡̟͎̦͉̯̘̮̮͉̳̃̐́̓̂̓͂̍̆͠͝A̸̛̛͖̖̺̮̞̥̱̦͓͌͗́̓̈̍̀͑͑̚͘͜͜͠D̴̢͍͎̳̳͙̞̲͙͉̖̫̓͊̽̎̅̅̈́̀̾̒͗͆́͆̏̈́̾͘͘
So the nameless thing began to climb. Black tendrils pierced the stone and pulled the nameless thing higher and higher. After digging fingers into the stone, cracks began to spread out from the impromptu divots that were created to get a better grip.
Sounds were so rare this far down. Almost nothing made sound other than the nameless thing. So it was a surprise when a soft whirring sound came from behind it. The nameless thing turned to look at it and was alarmed by the bright light. After not seeing any light other than Kachan and the green sparks for a very long time, the beams of light were blinding and frightening.
The bright lights came from the machine that whirred. The whirring thing examined the cracks in the ground that came from the black tendrils it used to walk. The nameless thing began to climb faster as the lights followed the path it made up the rock wall. The lights were chasing the nameless thing and it couldn't outrun them. It started releasing smoke to hide from the lights.
In a very scary moment the lights were right on top of the nameless thing. To get rid of the whirring thing, it pulled a large rock from the wall with its tendrils and threw it as hard as possible. That made the lights go away.
Then another sound happened. Deep cracks had been spreading already from the climbing, but tearing a chunk out of the cliff pushed it over the limit. The stones that the tendrils were buried in suddenly fell off the wall. Then the rest of the wall also fell off the wall and towards the nameless thing.
Falling underwater was always a slow thing, but no less inevitable than falling through air. The nameless thing tried to get out of the way but it was pointless as thousands of tons of rock rained down from above.
Falling was bad because down was down. Down is bad! But moving and going up is hard when you're under boulders. The nameless thing moved around a little to see how hard it would be to get out. The shifting rubble revealed something that horrified it to its core. Kachan's body fell out from where he had been crushed between two rocks.
With a panic, it checked on the other friends, finding that all of them had been killed as rocks slammed into the body that they were attached to. The nameless thing let out a silent scream and the green lightning began to glow like a sun and unleashed its rage and heartbreak.
Hundreds of miles away, a researcher that had once been an intern watched the incoming readings with validation and deep concern. It had been nearly two years ago since he first spotted the seismic anomaly. It had taken six months just to convince the right people that it wasn't a glitch, there really was something traveling through the Japan Trench that was causing the equivalent of small earthquakes.
All of the activity was at a three or below on the Ritcher scale. Which meant it wasn't particularly dangerous, you would be hard pressed to notice it happening without equipment or being near the epicenter. But it was still very alarming, especially since it was a traveling epicenter that went off randomly, usually once every couple of days.
Unfortunately, not many others shared his concern. Most still thought it was something wrong with their machines, or maybe some sea life with a powerful quirk, which was of little interest to his fellow seismologists. So that left him leading this project with barely enough funding and only one assistant.
Then there was the entire process of getting a drone that could actually do what they needed. They ended up having to modify an existing deep sea drone with a seismograph and other tools, because at the moment they had no other way to track this thing, whatever it was. Creating a machine that can do specialized measurements at the bottom of a trench is no small feat, so after nearly a year of tinkering and testing, the device was finally ready to investigate this ongoing phenomenon.
The final task was to actually find the epicenter. It didn't take too long to find signs of it, deep cracks that split the bedrock in a clear path. It was a bit difficult to catch up because it never seemed to stop moving and the path was erratic and random.
But he found it.
There it was, attempting to scale the side of the trench, a mass of black tentacles that arced with a toxic green lightning and wreathed in a ball of pitch black smoke. The thing looked like some sort of eldritch god that should not be let anywhere near civilization.
They got just over one second of footage of the creature, because that's how long it took to become aware of their craft and then destroy it by throwing a boulder at the speed of sound. The projectile didn't even come close to hitting, but the shockwave that it created was enough to tear the thing to pieces.
Even though it was a year of work suddenly destroyed, it was worth it. He was definitely going to have the time of his life going over every single frame of that one second video, to learn everything he possibly can from those pictures. And then the seismographs on the nearby buoys they used to get a general location started going off.
That wasn't too surprising. They had probably spooked whatever it was and now it was causing a ruckus again. But this time the readout didn't stop at three like it usually did. It barely even paused at four and five. It just kept rising and rising, then he felt the ground begin to tremble ever so slightly, but steadily growing stronger.
He froze in fear, knowing that his lab was well over a hundred miles away, sitting within a Japanese university. But looking back down at his computer, he had a sinking feeling that what he felt and the readout in front of him were the same thing.
When it finally stopped rising as it reached an 8 on the Richter scale, he could only pray for forgiveness for somehow angering this being, not knowing it was an abomination or a god, or perhaps it was a mix of both. And as he heard the tsunami warning blare through the city, he wished he had ignored the unbelievable readout from two years ago.
Hope you all enjoyed that addition to Izuku's descent into madness. As you probably noticed there was a bit of a time skip. It took 2 years but Izuku is finally at the very edge of the trench.
This is definitely my darkest work, but I think it's coming along pretty well so far.
