Hi all,

I've updated the first chapter to include some warnings before the story begins. If you could take the time to read them it would be much appreciated.

Enjoy the story :)

Izuku woke up early the next morning with tear tracks dried on his face and a stuffed nose. He slowly sat up and brought his hand up to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"I can't believe mom let me sleep on the cou-" He stopped halfway through his sentence. Images of the day before rapidly played through his mind.

"R-right… moms gone. I-I-I" his voice broke into a gasp "I killed her." He was surprised that his eyes weren't watering, he must have used up all his tears the night before.

Izuku numbly stood up, he had to start getting ready for the day. It was a Monday now which meant school.

"I could just not go to school?" He asked the empty room. He let out a sigh "No I can't do that, the school would phone to ask why I'm not there. Since mom is not around to answer, it would just lead to disaster." Izuku let out another sigh, he wasn't sure if he was ready to face Kacchan and his crew today.

He lethargically walked over to the kitchen with the intention of making breakfast. It was something that his mom always did. He opened the fridge it was mostly empty the only ingredients being: milk, eggs, bacon, and cheese. There was also a bag of white rice on the ground beside the fridge. Izuku reached into the fridge towards the eggs when he hesitated.

"I-I-" his voice started to crack "I don't even k-know how to make breakfast." The revelation seemed to trigger Izuku's waterworks. He started to cry again, he plopped down on the kitchen floor in front of the fridge, leaving the door opened. He was staring at the carton of eggs that remained untouched.

'I'll never get moms omelets again. No more home cooked meals made with love. Nothing.' His thoughts made his crying increase. He brought his knees up to his head and curled into a tight ball. He started wailing, all the grief and loss expelling from his system. The cold of the fridge was seeping into his small form causing him to shiver. He heard a distant beeping sound coming from the fridge, signalling him that he left it open.

He didn't move to close it.

He eventually got up once he calmed down, much to the protest of his legs. They hurt from staying in a curled position for so long. He stretched them out and then turned to close the fridge door, he wasn't really hungry anymore.

*Sigh*

"I guess I'll just get dressed then." He was still in his sweaty pajamas from the day before, he had never gotten the chance to change.

'Oh god.' he thought while he made his way up the stairs. 'The last thing I said to mom was me telling her not to worry, and I was irritated with her.´ guilt welled up in his stomach 'Did I hurt her feelings? Did I make her upset?' he let out a sniffle.

"Mom, I'm sorry." He spoke out loud, he knew she wasn't there, but maybe there was a third reality where she now resided and could hear him. The thought seemed to comfort him. His mom was here with him, he just couldn't see her, like how mom couldn't see his creatures.

"Ya, mom is right here. She never left." He said out loud with a small smile on his face. He made his way to his room. When he entered he peeled off his pajamas and changed into his school uniform. He was about to exit his room when he stopped and glanced back towards his closet. He walked over and gripped the handles, slowly opening the doors. He stared at Mr. Gooey, it was currently on the floor.

"Mr. Gooey," Izuku started "get on my chest." The blob obeyed and swiftly crawled onto his chest, settling itself in the middle. Izuku knew this was going to ruin his experiment, but he didn't care. He needed something, some form of companionship so he didn't feel so alone. He would be lying if he said he hadn't formed some kind of emotional attachment to the lone blob. So now he would just keep him with him, Mr. Gooey would become his friend, his family.

The boy swung his backpack over his shoulder and left the apartment, he felt better now that he had the blob with him. It felt a little gross, but he knew he would get used to it. Besides, it was like having a little shield over his heart, and if feeling a little uncomfortable was the trade-off then it was worth it.

Izuku was the first one to make it into the classroom. He sat down at his desk and started pulling out his notebooks and supplies to start the day. Izuku waited for a long time 'Where was everybody, what was taking so long?' Izuku's heart started to beat faster. Did the horrors take his classmates and teacher too? He turned and glanced at the clock that rested on the wall behind him, it read 7 AM.

Izuku burst out laughing. He was 2 hours early. "Jeez, I need to learn to read a clock." He chuckled to himself. Granted he should cut himself some slack, he was very distraught this morning so it's understandable that he misread the time. But him being Izuku didn't cut himself any slack what so ever.

*sigh*

"Now what?" he questioned out loud.

He glanced down at Mr. Gooey and gave it a pat. It was slimy on his hand but he didn't care. He knew logically the blob didn't understand the concept of affection, he didn't even know if it could feel him. The petting was more for Izuku, it was like he was channelling his stress through the strokes, and it helped relax him. He sat there just calmly petting the blob for a while. He was glad he had the blob with him. He stared at Mr. Gooey for a few moments before speaking out loud.

"You look just like all the others. How am I supposed to tell you apart if I lose you somehow?" Izuku glanced around the classroom for something he could use to mark the blob when an idea struck him. He ripped a piece of paper out of his school notebook and drew a large smiley face on it. He then slapped it on the blob, its ooze kept the paper stuck to its body. Izuku smiled at the success.

"Nice to see you have a face now Mr. Gooey." He said through small laughter.

It was at that moment Bakugo decided to barge into the classroom.

"Who the fuck you talking to Deku?" the blonde growled out.

Izuku flinched slightly. "N-n-nobody Kacchan, j-just m-myself." Izuku had given up trying to explain his quirk to Kacchan, he just didn't listen. Every time he would try to explain his quirk he would end up getting beat up, so he stopped trying. According to Bakugo a quirk you can't see is a quirk not worth acknowledging. Izuku wishes his quirk could be ignored then maybe his mom would still be alive.

'Shut up, she's fine. She is just in another reality. She's fine.' He mentally scolded himself. He started to gently pet Mr. Gooey again, it helped.

Shortly after Bakugo had taken his seat more students started to flood into the classroom. It got noisy real fast. Normally Izuku didn't care for his noisy classmates but today the loud noises seemed to put him on edge. His petting increased as his anxiousness did, he was trying to channel all the energy out through his movements. It was helping. That is until his classmates spoke.

"Pfft what is Deku doing, he's rubbing his tummy a bunch." He heard one kid say from across the classroom through laughter.

"What a freak." He heard another say.

His cheeks started to burn bright red, he stopped the petting.

'Go on my shoulder.' He mentally commanded the blob. It shimmied its way up until it was perched on his shoulder like a parrot.

"Deku, why the fuck is there paper above your shoulder?" He heard Bakugo ask.

'Oh right, Mr. Gooey's face must just look like a floating sheet of paper.' Izuku thought.

"I-it's a part of my q-quir-" He was cut off by Bakugo's sneering.

"Never fucking mind Deku, I don't care."

'What a surprise.' Izuku sarcastically thought.

Since Bakugo no longer cared about the sheet of paper, neither did the rest of the class. That's how things worked, Bakugo would decide something and everyone else would readily agree. They were all trying to get in the blondes good graces in hopes that they could become one of his 'friends' or as Bakugo refers to as 'extras'.

Eventually, the teacher entered the classroom, he was late. Everyone's voices were hushed and their attention was brought to the front to start the day's class. Izuku tried to focus on his teachers' words but his mind kept floating back to the day before. He kept thinking about the horror and his mom. He kept thinking about how he killed her. How he murdered her.

'Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.' He thought loudly in his head.

She was fine.

Izuku couldn't have been more relieved when the school bell rang. He was exhausted, he just wanted to go home and sleep. He sat and waited for all of his classmates to leave. Izuku had discovered earlier in life that if he waited until all his classmates left, there was only a 40% chance that Bakugo was waiting for him outside. He stood up and stretched as he watched the last student trail out of the room. He grabbed Mr. Gooey and stuck him to his chest, and slung his backpack over his shoulder. When he exited the building he carefully looked around to check if Kacchan was waiting for him.

'Looks like the coast is cle-'

"DEKU! You fucker!"

'I spoke too soon.' Izuku started to run, he normally would try to talk Bakugo down but he wasn't in the mood to risk being hit. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, but it wasn't enough the blonde was faster. Izuku glanced behind him, he would be caught any moment now.

'I guess I don't have a choice, sorry Kacchan.' He thought. He commanded several blobs that were nearby to cling to Bakugo's legs.

Bakugo went down like a dead tree. He tripped over his feet and face planted onto the ground. This gave Izuku ample time to escape. He had sprinted down two streets and then turned a corner where he bumped into something. That something was another person, and he had caused both of them to fall onto the ground.

"Oh-oh, my gosh, I'm s-so sorry sir, let me h-help you up!" Izuku stuttered out, rubbing his head. He quickly pulled himself up and then reached over to help the man up. Izuku's eyes widened, the man was absolutely covered in blobs. He had never seen someone covered in so many, the amount was so large that their ooze was collecting together and dripping off the man's form. The only identifiable feature he could make out was yellow hair limply sticking out at different angles.

The man accepted Izuku's hand. "Why thank you my boy, and it's quite alright. We bumped into each other so I'm equally to blame."

Izuku nodded at his kindness and silently told the blobs to leave while he pulled him up. What was revealed was a skinny sickly looking man. 'Oh god, I really hope I didn't hurt him. Why didn't you look where you were going, idiot.' He scolded mentally.

"So young man, where were you going in such a rush?" The man questioned.

"O-oh I was just e-excited to get home." He lied. The man seemed to chuckle at his answer.

"Well don't let me stop you! Go home to your family and have a nice night!" the man said smiling. Izuku faltered a little.

"R-right, I will th-thanks." Izuku bowed low as a final apology and then ran off towards his complex. He turned around to get one last glimpse at the kind man but he was already gone.

When Izuku got home, he carefully pulled off his shoes and made his way to the kitchen, like he normally does.

"Hi, mom. School was boring today, but nothing is new there." He spoke out loud. He walked towards the fridge and pulled out the cheese he spotted earlier that morning. He was starving, he hadn't eaten yet.

"Thanks for the snack." He called out as he made his way up the stairs to his room. He plopped himself at his computer and turned it on. He started to browse new articles about heroes while snacking on his cheese. He glanced down at his chest.

"You believe she's still there, right?" He asked the blob.

It didn't reply.

"That's ok, you don't have to talk." Izuku let out a sniffle.

He continued to read the articles which became increasingly harder as his vision went blurry with tears. He let the tears silently flow out of him, he didn't make a sound he just continued reading and eating his cheese.