A/N: Whumptober time! Day 1 Waking up restrained/shackled.
Where-am-I...
His eyes fluttered open, the first thing he noticed was his throbbing head but even still he pushed himself to look up. It took him a few tries but he finally managed to see... And he wished that he hadn't, every he looked there was hands, different, shapes, sizes, and colors but all of them horrifyingly familiar. He had held each and everyone of them.
Ochaco...
Iida...
Bakugou...
Todoroki...
Mirio...
All of class 1-a...
Their teachers...
Aizawa-Sensei...
No...
Mom's!
No...
No...
No!
Even All Might's skinny ones...
All of them dead...
All that remained being their hands hanged like trophies.
He strained his brained and remembered, the battle-
Shigaraki!
He di-d this h-ow dare he! I'll kill him!
He tried jumping up and getting in his stance that his now dead teachers had taught him, but he quickly got yanked by the wrists. He looked down, for the first time noticing the ugly silver against his wrists... Chains...
No... Nononononononono! This can't be happening... I can't... I have to be a hero... For my friends, teachers... PlE-AS-E NO!
He kept tugging over and over but all for not. His quirk repressed by the cuffs drugs lingering in his body. After minutes of struggling he grew to tired to continue his effort and slacked against the chair he was in.
He could smell the hands from his seat against the opposite wall. He refused to look at the glaring hands any longer and instead turned to the door.
Right as he started to dose off the door banged open forcing him awake.
"Well, I see our little guest is awake."
He looked up and was met by Shigaraki's cruel smirk.
"You-"
"Yes, It is me little hero. You know it was quite pleasurable to hear everyone's screams."
"S-t-o-p."
"You wouldn't believe how many of them cried out for you."
"St-op."
"Do you know what you were doing as they died?"
"Stop."
"You were sleeping like a baby as they all screamed and cried for your help."
"Stop!"
"Couldn't even save one of them, and you call yourself a hero."
*Sob*
I'm so sorry. I failed all of you. Please forgive me.
Without him noticing Shigaraki had gotten closer, now standing right in front of him.
"Not even one."
As he looked closer he could see something gleaming from Shigaraki's neck... something...
No...
Not her...
She was supposed to be safe...
hidden...
No...
*Sob*
Hanging around Shigaraki's neck was a small horn that could only belong to one sweet little girl.
A hand reached out barely seen through all his tears of grief...
And With that Midoriya vanished from reality, never to return again.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! This was originally going to be Shigaraki waking up figuring out he lost to the hero's but it kind of took a dark twist and this was born.
I had these on another cite so now I'm putting my Whumptober works here... I don't have all the prompts done but I do plan on eventually writing them all (I only have 3 done right now)... hopefully they'll be happier then this... looks at prompt list... well maybe.