Hey, I'm back with the second installment! I hope you guys enjoy it!
Beta read and by missingSkywalker or Ebony as I call them.
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Oubliette (n):
A type of dungeon whose only means of ingress and egress is through a trapdoor in the ceiling.
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Izuku blinked, the darkness in his vision fading. He had the the fleeing memories of: Steal more bones. Oh yeah, there's going to be a pro-hero guarding it too. Then he was sent off to do his job. He wanted to asked what pro-hero was going to be there, but the person who teleported him here had already left. And during the conference, he could only nod his head. He really disliked the guy's quirk. It introduced a desire to do something that he wouldn't normally do. Like raid a place he could swear was an oubliette.
Izuku looked around, taking in the large, empty room. They had been sending him here for the fast few weeks, collecting as many bones as he could. He had started in this room and chose a direction to go in afterward. But now he had a pro-hero that he knew nothing about going after him. He kinda felt bad for whatever poor sap got stuck with the watchman's duty. He felt in his pocket and pulled out some tripwire. A small smile formed on his face. At least this will make it interesting.
He laid a network of the thin, clear tripwire, blocking the path of anyone who tried to pass. He was going to connect it to one long line and thread it down a hallway to another room. Once enough lines were cut, his line would go slack and it would alert him that someone was coming. It wasn't foolproof, but it was the best he got. As long as no one with an anti-gravity or flight quirk came through, he should be fine. And the way he crossed the wire, it would be hard to find a way through without cutting at least one of the wires. And he was hoping that they would panic, not knowing what the wires would do, and cut more of them.
He drew out his line along the hallways, keeping it to the right. He is also betting on, in their panic, not noticing the line along the right. Actually, he's hoping they retreat after seeing the tripwire on the floor. But given the nature of heroes, they probably won't.
He came across a wooden door, with enough clearance along the bottom to thread the tripwire through. He did just that, and tied it to the side of a shelf. He would just keep an eye on it. If it stops being taunt, he'll have to retreat. But hopefully that won't happen.
He reached for a bag he also had in his pocket. He assumed that it was put there during his controlled state, but he'll never know. But he opened it and started to grab the bones from the shelves. At first it concerned him that he was taking these bones, but that doubt faded with time. He didn't really know why, but he didn't question it. It was something that made his work easier and kept people safe. That was truly his only job.
A sigh escaped his lips. He needed to get this done. Whenever he was grabbing (stealing) bones, he saved the skulls for last. They had an identity that the other bones didn't have. He didn't want to look at the skull and think about the person that once had been there. It was just unsettling. So he just saved those for last and didn't think about it too much about it.
He glanced to the right, his eyes widening. His line was slack. Someone was coming. He fumbled with the door, locking it in place. Hopefully it will give him the extra seconds he need to get out of here.
He lifted his hand to his ear piece, turning it on with a flick of his fingers. "Someone's coming." He said, looking for something, anything to block the door. "I need to leave now."
He didn't wait for a response before shutting off the signal. He didn't know if anyone was tracing it or not, but he wasn't going to make it easy for them. He would've crushed the device underfoot, but he didn't know if his team were tracking him through it as well. He wanted to leave as soon as possible.
But the door blow open, sending wood shards everywhere. He turned, shielding his face. They weren't quick enough. He was going to get caught and they were going to kill him and then anyone remotely near him. He coughed, trying to blink his tears away. This was it. He wasn't getting-
"Deku, what the hell are you doing?" No, no, no. This was not happening. This cannot be happening.
Izuku turned, looking straight at Kacchan. He looked almost like a ghost with the smoke in the room still dissipating. "Kacchan! You're not supposed to be here." Kacchan wasn't supposed to be here. If he's here, he's going to die
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Writing Midoriya's Pov was an interesting perspective. I liked this story idea so much, that I might write a full-fledged story. It would either be named Ghosts of the Past or A Haunting Melody.
Also, if I'm continuing, the vaguely mentioned OCs would be named.
See you at the next story, which should be on Friday!
-Fade from the Light