Musutafu Suburbs:

By the time Deku returned home, he felt closer to Iida and Ochaka. Surprisingly, he lived not too far from the latter. Not the same apartment complex, but definitely the same neighborhood. He wasn't sure about Iida, they parted to take separate buses. The sun was half-set as he walked up the stairs to his apartment. His grip on the railing was strong, the stress from the day finally hitting him. Barely anything had gone right, Deku didn't know how to proceed. The administration had caught onto his quirk before his actual classes even started, and he had already been threatened by Aizawa. None of his classmates knew that their homeroom teacher considered him to be a threat. The mind games were working, Deku had absolutely no idea what they thought or what knowledge they had over him. He didn't want to think it was possible they knew about magical girls. What Deku knew was that he had used his magic far too excessively. Not only had his superiors caught on, but his soul gem was now significantly darkened. Right now, when he didn't know if there were any other witches nearby, he wasn't comfortable using the second last charge on Kazane's grief seed. Sadness made him falter in front of his apartment door. He didn't want his teachers to consider him a threat.

The door opened just as he reached for the knob.

"Izuku! How was it? Tell me all about your first day and give me a big hug!"

Inko was understandably excited. Any mother would be in the same situation. Her expression caused a smile on Deku's face that he couldn't prevent. He wanted to be serious, wanted to contemplate his new game plan, but he couldn't. Not when his mother was that happy, he wouldn't bring her down. Accepting her embrace, Deku responded.

"Great, mom. Made lots of new friends. We did a physical fitness test with our quirks and I got in the top five!"

Patting his back, she reassured him.

"There you go! Like I told you this morning, today would go fine. I have supper ready, you can fill me in more while we're eating. Just go wash up and join me, okay?"

Nodding, he deeply inhaled the scent of spices and meat. Inko shut the door and Izuku placed his bookbag on a nearby bench. It was good to be back home. Being with his mom required much less social effort than being at school. Deku still felt uneasy though, he needed to clean his soul gem. Not yet. He needed to dine with his mother, and he'd do so gladly. Her food was what he needed after a day like that- maybe a nap too.

Deku looked at himself in his bathroom mirror. His skin was clear, surprisingly so after so much stress. He didn't look tired either, eyes showing no signs of dark rings he had once been infamous for. Dust clung to his school outfit, but came off easily with a damp cloth. He cleaned his face with a few splashes of cold water. It was enough to energize him and rinse off any lingering field dust. It made him wonder, did he really need to show off so much? No, he came to the conclusion that he hadn't. There was no reason for him to be in the competition's top five while using that much magic. Instead, he could have restrained himself and stayed in the bottom half. The person in last place would have been expelled under the original circumstances, he could've easily stayed ahead of last place. But he hadn't, and now Aizawa was more than suspicious. Deku blinked a water droplet from his eyelash and grabbed a towel to dry the rest of his face.

He couldn't dwell on the past, that familiar dark thrum reinforcing that conclusion.

Deku finished up in the washroom and took a seat in his spot at the table.

The chicken was good. Moist and seasoned perfectly, he eagerly devoured his plate. After a long sip of water, his mother finally breached the silence.

"So, about Kazane."

Deku froze, coughing on the water he attempted to swallow.

"H-huh?"

The overhead light was too bright.

"I know that it's making you feel not too great, but I want to make sure it's not ruining your first days at U.A.

Deku pushed the rice around his plate with an empty spoon. He didn't want to answer, but he had to.

"I don't mind, it's fine. You can talk about these things with me. I haven't spoken to her much, it's too awkward honestly. Sure, we broke up but it's not that big of a deal."

It was a big deal. He didn't like the after-image the overhead light left when he blinked. Too bright.

"That's good, Izuku. We all need to move past the things that go wrong and learn from them too. Nothing comes from living in the past and contemplating what you could have done differently."

And Deku knew that, but it wasn't that easy. He didn't want to move past Kazane, didn't want to acknowledge that it'd be his eventual fate; Couldn't bear the thought of leaving his mother alone in this world. Deku would learn from the past then, he knew what Kazane had done wrong. Envy was a part of it, he couldn't let his heart corrupt with those emotions. His brief reflection on what actually happened seemed reasonable. Deku didn't know if what he thought was valid, but knew that dwelling on those negative feelings had a direct impact on his soul gem. Deku stopped eating, his appetite long-soured. This conversation topic had to stop, he needed to talk about anything besides Kazane.

"Yeah, that makes sense mom"

It was easier to simply agree and stay silent than to explain himself. He didn't know how without coming clean.

"Aww, anything for you dear. What were your new friends like? Can I sometime get to meet them? I wonder what kind of quirks they have to have gotten into U.A."

He obliged for the rest of his dinner.

Deku walked into his room and froze. Kyubey sat on his bed expectantly.

"It's good to see you, Izuku Midoriya."

The green-haired magical boy did not respond, attempting to ignore it by sitting in his computer chair. Kyubey waltzed onto his desk. Deku booted up his computer. He worked too hard to get himself into a good mood today, he wouldn't let that monster shatter it.

"You appear to still be mad at me. Am I correct?"

Rage burned in his stomach, he clenched his fists. He couldn't let his calmness break. Deku spoke calmly but with a subtle waver to his breath.

"Do you really need to ask? Why wouldn't I be mad at you? You lied to me. I shouldn't be talking to you."

Almost as if feigning innocence, Kyubey swished its tail around and cocked its head.

"When have I ever said anything false to you?"

Deku thought, thought back to his prior encounters with Kyubey. It was not something the creature had ever brought up, not something it ever noted. His anger was partly directed to himself. Stupid, so stupid, he shouldn't have been so stupid as to make a deal with the devil. It was too good to be true, but he didn't have the luxury of a choice. The sludge villain would have killed him for sure. But he still blamed himself, he didn't need to stay that long after school or even exit that route at all. He should have left his journal in the pond.

"I- Well you didn't tell me about turning into a witch, it really would have been good information to know."

Kyubey paused. It jumped back onto his bed. Deku ignored his computer, the distraction didn't matter. Kyubey engaged him.

"You didn't ask. Hasn't anyone ever taught you to read the fine print? Walking into a contract without knowing the details is surely a mistake on your part."

Anger welled up in his throat. It pried at his mouth, wrenching its fingers and begging to be let out. Deku wouldn't, he couldn't give into that anger. His mother was downstairs, probably watching her soap opera. She'd hear everything.

"I-It's not my f-fault, you didn't tell me. I had no choice. Contracting was a mistake."

Deku drew his knees up to his chest, tracing circles around his knees with his index finger. Kyubey's gaze was probing and invasive. He tucked his nose between his kneecaps, curling himself into a ball on his chair.

Kyubey spoke louder this time.

"You had every choice, I asked you if you wanted to contract. I got your consent. Furthermore, I simply cannot comprehend your anger. You wished to become a hero, did you not?"

Even though the words were spoken telepathically, Deku hid from them.

"Y-yes b-but I-"

Kyubey interrupted him.

"You're studying at U.A, the heroics school with the lowest acceptance rate and highest quality course rating. Before you contracted, you were a weak quirkless human, you never would have passed the examination. Your wish came true, and so you have nothing to be angry for. All you have to pay for making the impossible possible is a life devoted to fighting witches thus protecting others. How different is that from how a hero would normally operate? Don't blame me for your ignorance."

And he cracked. Not because it was an insult, but because it was true. All of it was true. Kyubey never lied. Standing up from his chair, he threw a ceramic mug at it.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You tricked me, get the fuck out of my house you bastard. You're lucky I don't kill you here."

Alongside his booming voice, the shrill sound of shattering ceramic filled his home. Shards scattered throughout the room, some embedded in Kyubey's fur. It did not react. Blood trickled from its white coat. Good. Deku felt no guilt at hurting this creature, regardless of how cute it appeared. Kyubey glanced towards his bedroom door.

"Izuku! What is it? I'm coming up!"

Kyubey licked at its superficial wounds. Deku sat back down in his chair, cradling his face in his hands. As his bedroom door opened, he swiveled to face away from both his mother and Kyubey.

"Mom, don't worry. It was just a scary video game. Got a bit f-frightened and I cursed. Sorry for disturbing your show."

Inko bit her lip, glancing between her son and the ceramic shards on the ground.

"If you say so. I'll help clean up the mug, okay? Don't forget that you can tell me anything if you need to."

Deku nodded. As his mother went to retrieve a dustpan and broom, he turned to glare at Kyubey. When she returned, he helped her pick up the pieces. They finished in no time, chattering about nothing specific. As expected, she gave him another round of questioning about his well-being but left soon after they finished. Instead of boiling over, his rage simmered into anger.

Kyubey stared into his eyes.

"Are you trying to turn into a witch? Why aren't you cleaning your soul gem?"

Although it spoke in a completely clinical and formal tone, Deku picked up sarcasm or an attempt at it. The simulated sarcasm was unnerving. But once again, Kyubey was right. Deku needed to clean his soul gem. The last time he saw it was after the physical fitness test, and it was worryingly dull. He didn't want to see what it looked like now, didn't want to see how it would have inevitably darkened after his encounter with Kyubey. Once he formed the egg in his hand, he could tell it had gotten darker. Dark enough as to where Deku feared transforming even to retrieve Kazane's grief seed.

He stripped every bit of unnecessary magic from the shift, his body briefly flashing white to reveal his outfit. His bunny ears sagged. Reaching into his pocket, he felt the cold metal of the grief seed he knew all-too-well. The grief seed eagerly lapped up the pollution in his soul gem. One charge left. Deku stared at his soul gem, really getting a good look at the pine-green stone. It was pretty, he had always known that, but he didn't know why it was a gem. The green glow was stronger than it was before. He wondered how much it had grown in strength since he first contracted. Around five grief seed cleansings had been performed on it, but he didn't know what that equated to. He didn't even know if that was true, or if simply another one of Kyubey's deceptions.

"Why'd you come here anyway, Kyubey?"

Instead of answering, its tongue darted out to lap up the last drop of its blood. Kyubey turned around, stalking out through his window and off into the night.

"I came here to tell you something, but clearly you do not appreciate my presence."

He wanted to feel sorry, wanted to scream out and tell it to come back, but he stood still instead. Anything Kyubey had to say was deceptive in nature. Deku didn't need that right now. His attempt at emotional stability today had cracked, all thanks to it.

What he needed was another grief seed. Deku had a witch to hunt.

Musutafu North:

There were no hunches or leads on the news for him to follow. Deku had to search the old-fashion way. The tousles of his sweater floated behind him as he darted through an alleyway. No sign of one. It had been at least an hour of searching, each sweep bringing him further and further from Kazane's territory. He wasn't sure whether it was still his or not, but there hadn't been any magical girls nearby for him to signify his ownership. Deku didn't like not knowing, not knowing how he would claim territory as his own. Part of him thought he'd do so by force, and he didn't like the idea of that.

Searching for a witch felt much more sinister now that he knew their origin. He didn't want to be confronted with his own eventual state, but by avoiding it, Deku would be speeding up his demise. It was an unavoidable fact. He needed to fight witches or he'd die. And so he kept searching, no matter how much his mind wanted to run back home with his tail between his legs. The first flash was near the park, the second near the bus station he had visited with Ochako and Iida.

Deku paused, he had forgotten to contact him after. That could wait.

Anticipation stirred in his body. He found a witch. Now all he had to do was track it down. The search brought him closer to U.A than he would have liked. Deku knew he wasn't in his own territory, but he didn't care. He needed a grief seed, he wouldn't and couldn't proceed in U.A activities without one.

He found himself near the town square, in a small street with many small stores. Green flashes lead him to a condemned building. Deku didn't know how to enter without causing noise. Since it was well past sunset, any loud sounds would likely alert sleeping neighbors. The last thing he needed was to be arrested for breaking and entering. Circling the building, he saw an opened fire escape. Transforming into his outfit, Deku reinforced his legs with green magic before jumping up two stories onto the fire escape. The witch was definitely here, but he could feel it hiding. The air was musty, like sour laundry. Vandalism painted the walls, and broken beer bottles littered the floor. Somebody had lived here.

It felt stronger behind the locked door in front of him. Twisting at the knob, it didn't budge. There was nothing he could do about it, he couldn't avoid making noise. With a sigh, he kicked at the door's lock. The door sprung open alongside the sharp staccato of cracking wood. It was a worn-down washroom. Sink rusted and tiles cracked, it wasn't a nice sight to see. The gem at his neck guided him to a closed laundry machine. Reaching out with his energy, a brown sigil appeared around the washing machine's door. A smiling crescent moon with a large star in the background.

Deku opened the machine's door and crawled into the witch's labyrinth.

A salty smell assaulted his nose, alongside the stench of soured laundry. He came out upon a small twin bed. The frame was ornate but the mattress was soiled. The sky above was darkened, save for a large smiling crescent moon. Cut-out stars were seemingly plastered against the sky, some dangled down from strings. Standing up, the wobbling of the bed staggered him. The bed was floating. Deku looked down. The bed was floating in a sea of laundry. Just looking at it confused him, but he wouldn't linger. Nothing in a labyrinth made sense. Deku wondered what the witch had been like as a magical girl.

Like stepping stones in water, he could make out a trail of floating beds. With each step they got larger, leading up to a bed so high that the top was hidden from view. Something felt wrong though, he could feel energy in the air. It was bubbly and energetic, but hostile. Deku didn't know if it was the witch. His soul gem could sense the witch, sure, and recognize the harsh ominous presence, but that other signature was foreign.

Deku approached with caution, equipping his slime quirk and cocking his gun. Mid-air between two beds, he heard something snap. Glancing down beneath him, he saw what appeared to be a laundry detergent bottle with teeth and fins. Piranha-esque in nature, it thrashed about mid-air snapping its jaws before landing back in the sea of laundry with a thunk. Socks splashed up onto the bed, dripping and rolling off like running water. It was easier to block out the sour smell.

The next jump, he purposefully put more magic into it, boosting his height to clear the pathway. Detergent bottles snapped pathetically beneath him. The bed bobbed slightly with the force of his landing. He couldn't go too high, otherwise, it would likely dip the platform under the laundry's surface. A familiar cawed in the air. Deku aimed his gun at the dryer-sheet seagull and shot a glob of goop. With a pained cry, it flapped its coated wings but fell into the ocean of clothing. The piranhas didn't attack the seagull.

The cawing seemed to have angered more of the seagulls. Deku made a sound of annoyance at the sight of a large flock flying towards him. Freeing his left hand, Deku formed a large compressed ball of sludge. Charging it as the seagulls approached, he haphazardly picked them off with the gun in his right hand. At the right moment, Deku released the ball towards the flock, coating them all in an explosion of muck. Deku wiped sweat from his brow, breathing labored.

As soon as he jumped up onto the largest bed, a cloud of brightly-colored confetti shredded his body with cuts. Pain grasped him. Mouth agape, he glanced at the source. A girl with a pink and black showgirl dress was aiming some kind of party horn at him. Not wanting to get hit by it or another blast of confetti, he threw up a green shield. She blew into the horn, a shrill sound blasting out as the streamer rocked against the translucent barrier. Deku's shield cracked under the force.

"Goddammit! Didn't I tell that yellow bitch to stay outta my territory? You punks don't listen, do ya?"

The mention made him falter.

Falter enough for the witch that was fighting the magical girl to attack him.

Under the cloak of a blanket, its face was covered by long, stringy and greasy black hair. It screamed in distress. As it opened up the blanket to take a peek at the newcomer, a foul odor of decay assaulted them. The pink magical girl jumped out of the way of a shooting star. Deku did the same, glancing up at the sky to see the source. The moon was angry, flaming cut-out stars fell from the sky towards them.

"Don't get distracted. God, I almost feel bad killing you. And I thought that knight girl was weak. I'm taking this grief seed, get lost."

He couldn't. Deku needed that grief seed.

"I- I need it! I can't leave, I only have one left."

The magical girl laughed, shooting a burst of confetti at the exposed witch. The witch screamed in pain as a horrible-smelling black liquid splattered around the bed. Tangles of black hair reached for the girl, but she blew her party horn and sliced it off from the witch.

"Not my problem. You're the offender here, this is my territory. I'm a generous person. Leave now and I won't hunt you down afterward."

Deku jumped over a seagull that swooped near him. Cocking his gun, he fired a glob of slime at the girl. With a laugh, she put up a pink shield and continued attacking the witch. His green slime splattered against the barrier, no cracks forming. Frustrated, Deku grunted out and dashed away from a falling star. Blood from the previous cuts beaded on his skin. The witch focused on him now, an eye appearing out of the darkness under the blanket and stared directly at him. Hair reached out to grab at him. Deku dodged to the left, directly into the path of a cloud of confetti.

It might as well have been a cloud of razors with how sharp each piece was. Although the pain was disconnected, it was still agonizing. Deku watched in horror as pieces of confetti sliced deeply into his skin. It was not a glancing blow like before. He didn't need to look down to know he was missing fingers.

"Just like that yellow girl, couldn't fight for shit. I haven't felt her signature in a while. She dead or what?"

As much as he knew what she was trying to do, he couldn't help but succumb to the taunt. Kazane was a wound that was only partially sealed, now it reopened.

"Don't talk about her like that you b-bitch!"

A look of mock offense flashed over her face. Mockingly, she gasped.

"You cared about her, didn't you? I don't think it was reciprocated. Otherwise, she would've told you that the next person to poach in Kimiko's territory would be gutted. Can't be helped, I don't like you either. Hope you like getting gutted."

Deku could only sneer and shoot a glob of sludge at the writhing mass under the blankets. Kimiko skewered it after blowing into her party horn. Covering his ears, Deku didn't like the shrill sound created by the horn. The witch was trying to crawl out from under the blankets, but both of them didn't want that to happen.

Kimiko turned to him, calling out sweetly.

"Have fun in the afterlife!"

She blew her horn and a gust of confetti was sent his way. Deku didn't have the time to throw up a shield, occupied with attempting to heal up his body. The result wasn't desirable. Her party horn hit first, skewering his lower abdomen with its pink and black striped streamer. It curled around inside him, hooking and taking hold. She stopped blowing into it, Deku was sent hurtling towards her and the cloud of confetti as the party horn coiled up. Blood poured from the wound as the confetti shredded him further. Barely able to move his mangled legs, Deku pooled his green magic at his feet. With a sudden burst, the rocketing magic ripped him off the hooked party horn and away from the shredding confetti. The amount of magic he detonated sent him further back than he anticipated. Soaring away from the bed, he glanced down at the mattress littered with bloodied confetti. Kimiko skewered the witch once more with her horn. This time, accompanied by a pink blast of energy.

Still flying through the air, Deku watched with dread as he soared over the laundry's surface. Detergent Bottle Piranhas snapped wildly at the promise of sustenance. A hard thunk rang out as he slammed into a seagull and knocked it down into the ocean of fabrics. A floating bed bobbed in the distance. At his current trajectory, he wouldn't make it. His blood dripped down into the fabrics below, prompting a frenzy of piranhas. Just his luck. Once more pooling his green magic near his feet, he concentrated it. With a burst, he let it out at once, the force required to propel him onto the bed. Grabbing the bedpost, he slowed himself down and came to a stop. Right before the edge. Breathing labored, he slicked around in a puddle of his own blood. Deku could feel his body growing weaker with blood loss, and legitimately shook with fear. He didn't want to die. Using more magic than he would have liked, he replenished his body with a constant supply of blood. Mending his wounds was harder and he had something he needed to focus on right now.

Escaping and fleeing from Kimiko.

A turbulent storm of emotions raged inside him. Kimiko had provoked all of it. Grief stung at him, he honestly did miss Kazane. Deku darted across the beds, away from the witch and the magical signature he now truly hated. Her words still taunted him, he couldn't help but think over what she meant. Perhaps she was just grasping for straws in an attempt to taunt him, but something was nagging at his mind. It was something that Kazane had said, but he couldn't quite remember what. Wiping the tears from his eyes, Deku willed away the thoughts. It didn't matter what happened, thinking about it would only bring him closer to despair. Kyubey had said that he was strong, and right now he knew that to just be another one of its lies. His attacks had barely done anything to the pink magical girl, he was like a fly fighting with a human. She had simply slapped him away. That weakness was the kind that reminded him of being quirkless.

Gritting his teeth, Deku jumped to the last bed and glanced back. Pink light flashed atop the tallest bed intermittently. A trail of blood stained the dirty mattresses, leaving a clear trail for Kimiko to follow. Ignoring the pain of lost fingers and gouged skin was surprisingly easy. He still felt it sure, but it wasn't bothering him, it wasn't all-encompassing nor was it compelling. Just his body passively alerting him of injury with an uncomfortable sensation. Crawling through the laundry machine was a lot harder on the way out. With each bump against the machine's sides, fresh pain shot up his limbs. He knew he was injured, the pain was needless. Collapsing with a heap on the cold tile floor, he let out an agonized wail. Kazane was dead, and he wasn't even strong enough to fight another witch. Kazane was dead, and Kimiko had been the one to fight her before her death. Kimiko was the reason Kazane was dead, his friend would have gotten a grief seed if not for her. And Deku couldn't blame her for retreating now when he had done the same.

His soul gem was darkened, and yet he still flooded his body with magic. A green aura washed over his injuries, mending his cuts and regrowing fingers. Said green aura lit up the dark squatter's camp, providing him with a distraction from the uncomfortable feeling of regrowing bone and flesh. Deku had never been the best healer, he knew his magic was inefficient at healing. That was why, when he felt the dark sphere forming in his soul gem, he wasn't surprised. At least the physical pain had stopped. It didn't matter anyway though, Kazane was still dead.

Deku reached into his sweater's pocket and withdrew Kazane's grief seed. His transformation was dismissed in a flash of white light. Deku held up his green egg-shaped gem. Black bunny faces spotted the surface. Holding Kazane's grief seed up to his soul gem one last time, he let out a sob. With a wavering voice, he whispered.

"I'm s-sorry K-Kazane, I wasn't intended on using the last charge."

Black transferred into the grief seed, leaving his soul gem brilliant once more. A dark aura shimmered around the grief seed, it was at its max. He could feel the meniscus of despair threatening to spill over and hatch. Deku feared the grief seed, he didn't want to face the sun witch ever again.

Kyubey stalked in through the previously-broken door. Its magenta eyes stared.

"Kimiko is a strong one, for sure. but I didn't expect you to lose. You're still alive, so I guess it doesn't matter anyway. Please give me that grief seed so I can neutralize and dispose of it."

How convenient. Deku laughed at the creature, he didn't respond. Instead, he clutched the grief seed to his chest and bathed himself in its miasma. Underneath the layers of despair and coating of grief, he could feel that warm airy signature. Deku rolled on his side and away from the creature.

"That's a dumb thing to do. Are you purposefully intending to hatch the grief seed? Some magical girls do so in order to reuse them again, but most aren't strong enough to take on the strengthened witch and die in the process."

He fiddled with it in his hands.

"Hey, Kyubey. Why is it that now you care if I live or die?"

It didn't respond. Deku kissed the grief seed's cold surface and tossed it towards the creature. Kyubey opened up the panel on his back and caught it with ease. Closing the surface, its back glowed slightly. Deku breathed deeply on the floor as Kyubey left through a shattered window.

Calmness washed over him. Deku couldn't stay here, he needed to leave. Kimiki would definitely kill the witch, and he wanted to be nowhere near the run-down place when that happened. Making his way down from the apartment was easier than entering it had been. Instead of jumping down from the fire escape, he simply went to the front door and slammed the door open. Deku didn't care if the cracking boards were loud, being quiet was no longer possible. It was dark anyway, so nobody could have seen his face. That fact provided Deku with some comfort as he made his way back home in the dead of night.

His phone vibrated.

Iida Tenya 1:30 AM: I know it's late but, but just wanted to know how you were doing. I don't know if you got my earlier texts but I'm just a bit worried, that's all.

Deku saw the option to scroll up. Seven missed messages. Deku groaned as he rubbed at his eye, he had been hunting for far too long. It had been roughly three hours in total with the reward of having to use the last charge on Kazane's grief seed. The feeling of not having a grief seed to use when he needed it was not comforting in the slightest. His cold thumbs typed back a response.

Izuku Midoriya: 1:33 AM: I'm fine, thank you. Just got into a fight, but nothing too bad happened. I'm not hurt or anything. What are you doing up this late?

Iida Tenya 1:35 AM: Watching the news and reviewing the course outline for our class.

Deku snorted, Iida was already studying, studying the schedule. It wasn't even useful information. But Deku realized something. He was genuinely amused by Iida's antics, despite all that had happened. His next text was more enthusiastic.

Izuku Midoriya: 1:39 AM: Of course you are haha. Wanna hang out at school tomorrow?

He bit his lip, briefly unsure if Iida would agree.

Iida Tenya 1:42 AM: Definitely. Go to bed now, Midoriya-kun. :)

Upon returning to his home, the tear tracks on his face had long-since dried. A smile tugged at his lips as he quietly brushed his teeth and prepared for bed. It was a bit too late, but he'd manage. Sleep was dreamless, and for that he was thankful.

Witch Profile: The Sleep Witch

Name: Aurora

Nature: Depression

The sleep witch, with a depressive nature. She doesn't remember what it's like to be awake. Her slumber is deep, not even the greatest of waves in her sea of comfort can wake her. She dreams of constant nightmares, and is therefore in constant pain despite her plush surroundings. Having slept for so long, her body decomposes and festers under her blanket. One can easily defeat her by removing all that comforts her.

Name: Bryan

Duty: Scavenging

Familiar of the sleep witch. Their duty is to scavenge food for the sleep witch. Weak yet plentiful, they hunt in packs, relying on sheer numbers to overwhelm prey. Knowing that their witch neglects feeding to sleep, they eagerly split off from their labyrinth in search of humans to feed on.

Name: Kevin

Nature: Outlet

Familiar of the sleep witch. Their duty is to serve as an outlet for the sleep witch's nightmares. Lurking just below her sea of comfort, they eagerly await the chance to sink their teeth into prey.