Rule #31d: Villains/heroes only monologue when (they think) they've won

When Toru came too, it was to a scene of unimaginable horror.

"Eurgh…!" A low groan fell from the invisible girl's lips as she blinked back into existence; the aches & pains in her body now matching the one in her head. Smacking her dry lips together, a bittersweet tang of…something hung out on the back of her tongue, making her gag, though no bile rose to meet it. "Wha—whaz happ'nin'? Wha g'ing on?" She slurred into the oxygen mask over her face, blinking repeatedly in an effort to clear her blurry vision.

It took her a moment to blink back the dark dots dancing around the edges of her vision, and then a few moments more, to even realise where in the hell she was; the deepest darkest pits of the Trigger facility in Kaflin. The room was dimly-lit and held a distinct scent of mildew & medicine in the air and crisp blue walls reached heavenwards on all sides until they faded into darkness, up above.

There was tech that the albino had never even dreamed of before, littered all about the place, making the cavern look like something out of one of Hatsume's wet dreams. But closer to home, there lay a network of wires that bloomed from her very person; each one carrying a different liquid. The blue tubes were full of liquid leaving her body whilst the red ones injected her with—what she could only assumed to be the Trigger drug—straight into her system.

Which just left the oxygen mask that sat across her maw, filtering in this crimson gas that tasted bittersweet and made her feel both loopy & powerful; like that one time she'd taken a steroid for some nondescript medical procedure she couldn't quite recall. A quick glance upwards showed that a pair of shiny metallic cuffs glued her arms up above her head to prevent her from escaping—which was likely the reason that they hurt like they did—and kept her bound in place to the cold wall at her back.

How long had they been there? How long had it been since they'd gone into the facility? How long would the heroes wait before coming to get them? Toru didn't know, but a glance around the room showed her several terrifying things at once. Through the slight window on the double doors across the room, where she could catch glimpses of Slidin' Go and Kamui Woods in their own predicaments.

Neither of whom were in good condition, but they weren't strapped up like she, although they were unconscious, so maybe that had something to do with it. Nevertheless, there presence told her that the teenagers had been down in the facility long enough for the heroes to get worried and follow them in, themselves. They must've come in when they didn't receive responses to their queries, or something, because Toru couldn't think of any other reason they would be there. And she shuddered to think what might've taken them down.

As for her teenage counterparts, they lay in similar positions to herself; sprawled out on either side of the invisible girl. Just like Toru, they were in mercifully better conditions than the Pro Heroes, although that wasn't saying much considering their prior tango with the nomu. Inwardly, Toru wondered if that was because their captors had been more preoccupied with harvesting what they could from the Pros, or because the Pros had been held captive for longer and therefore had had more time to suffer at the hands of said captors.

Either way, they were mercifully still clothed in their individual hero costumes (as they had not yet been processed and placed into the hospital tunics that the donors had worn), but what little of their hero equipment they'd had on them, had been stripped away. Toru could only hope that Ritsu was still tucked away inside the system, because she hated to think what might've befallen her, had she still been on that USB.

SWOOSH!

And then, like something from her nightmares, he appeared. Wavy grey locks were brushed aside to reveal the prosthetic eye that gleamed in the low light, and made him appear all the more robotic when paired with his wheelchair. Great grotesque scars branded his face, warping it beyond recognition, but the invisible girl knew who he was, nonetheless. He'd haunted her nightmares ever since that day in junior high; the boogeyman of 3-E, he was. (Funny, considering their homeroom teacher was).

His tentacles were long gone by now, ripped from his neck during the penultimate battle with Korosensei, nor had they seemingly been replaced in the time they had been apart (although Toru couldn't say for sure). The boogeyman who haunted her dreams spoke in this modulating crackly static just as this one did, using a device that allowed him to talk without ever moving his lips more than a few inches. And the clickity-clack of the large wire-bound wheels of his wheelchair echoed about the room as he moved unaided, but he was by no means, any less menacing. In fact, Toru would argue, that it made even more so.

"Why, hello, little heroes!" Doctor Yanagisawa chose that moment to emerge from the shadows, with both scientists, a (strangely obedient) nomu in tow and gas mask firmly in place. "I understand that you've been having…fun in my laboratories whilst I've been away. But don't worry, the fun's just starting!"

"Look, man, I dunno what you want from us or why you talk sooo scary, but we shouldn't be in here—!" Mineta replied, squirming and wriggling in his restraints, but to no avail. "But there's a crazy doc—!"

ZZZZZTTT!

Before Mineta could even get the rest of the words out, Doctor Yanagisawa turned on him and pressed a small red button on a remote that Toru hadn't noticed before. But she sure did notice it when he pressed it; it was all she could do to grit her against the grape-haired hero's screams. The scent of burnt flesh quickly permeated the air as he was electrocuted for his defiance; a punishment not unalike what Itona had oft off-handedly described during their junior high days. It was painful, nonetheless; painful to watch and painful to suffer through. Thankfully, it wasn't for very long, though Mineta had surely learnt his lesson in any case because he quickly quietened.

"I will do the talking, thank you very much" Doctor Yanagisawa sneered. "For those of you who don't know—unlike your little…friends, here" He gestured towards the invisible girl who was illuminated thanks to her flickering Quirk and the UV lights, up above. "I am the esteemed Doctor Yanagisawa Kotarou and you? You are my property, now"

Toru, who had remained frozen since he'd entered, felt her brows furrow in confusion at that. If anything, they were the property of the Hero Public Safety Commission, not this whack-job scientist. "Wha…?"

"Though, I must thank you for bringing me a pair of the Grim Reaper's disciples and a collection of heroes" He grinned, moving over towards the invisible girl and the monitors. "Afterall, we can't very well peer into his brain, now can we? Not after what you did" Doctor Yanagisawa purred as he pressed in close enough for the albino to see the intricate swirls of the scars engraved into his face. "But all is not lost, for now I have you. You, who will be far greater than any of my previous attempts—"

"—'Tona…" Toru interjected with a groan, reminding the doctor of his pseudo-son.

Doctor Yanagisawa recoiled with a grimace; face scrunched up in disgust at the mention of the boy who had left him. "Itona was weak, I see that now, but you? You have proven yourself time and time again, haven't you, my children?"

"W're not your anyt'ng!" Toru squirmed in his hold, tongue still thick and heavy from whatever was being pumped into them. "Lemme go!"

Doctor Yanagisawa only dug his fingers deeper into her flickering jaw, a manic gleam in his eye. "You know…" He lazily drawled, "I've always hated heroes"

"Heh…" Toru froze. She didn't like his tone, nor the gleam in his eyes that implicated many dangerous things.

At her side, neither of her classmates were just going to sit there and let that happen. "Prism! Mon ami!" Aoyama protested.

"Hey! G'way from 'er!" Mineta pulled at his restraints. "When I get outta here—!"

"Ugh! Teenagers!" Doctor Yanagisawa rolled his eyes in exasperation, but he finally let go and moved away. Which should've been a relief, except that he pressed that little red button of his again and electrocuted all three of them at once.

ZZZZTTTT!

A cacophony of screams filled the air when a collection of sharp needles latched themselves into the torsos of the bound teenagers, and drained both blood and Quirk in insurmountable amounts. Toru screamed her already aching throat, hoarse, and flailed against the restraints that refused to let her go. She didn't know what was worse, the electricity that danced along the limbs of the prongs or the large needles which had embedded themselves into any purchase that they could find within her body. Her shrieks climbed high & loud in the cavernous room, easily outshining those of her compatriots as she wept for help from anyone who would listen.

With her eyes clenched shut in pain, the invisible girl had no way of knowing that the lights which had surged outwards in reaction to her loss of control, burning any who dared get near. She had no way of knowing that Aoyama's Quirk was in equal disarray; that it kept pulsating in tune with his jackhammering heart and burnt away what little there was left of his costume. Nor did she see how the Pop-Offs quickly enveloped Mineta, swallowing him up as they bloomed from every inch of his skin, instead of just his head.

Laden with their fears and without their usual control, the teenagers' Quirks ran rampant without abandon and, thanks to the Trigger drug being intravenously fed to them, they easily reached their fullest potential. Even if that meant suffering through the worst pain that any of them had ever felt. The crimson liquid surged through their veins, pumping into them just as quickly as their blood (and subsequently, traces of their DNA & Quirk) were drained; replacing one liquid with the other.

"You are not going anywhere as you'll be otherwise…preoccupied" Doctor Yanagisawa drawled after he finally let up on the electrical torture. "Once I active the harvesting process, I will use your Quirks to create a stable serum, and with that, I will create an army of super soldiers!" He crowed.

Behind him, the monitors flickered to life. For a brief second, Toru caught a glimpse of Ritsu through her tears, before she was quickly shuttered out of the way in favour of the grotesque nomu-looking creatures that the good doctor planned to create. From the aquatic nomu with the missile launcher attached to its back, to the avian nomu that was so tall it had to crunch in on itself to even fit in the frame, and the reptilian nomu who was outfitted with the world's craziest set of hypnotising scales. Honestly, they all looked like something right out of a preschooler's drawing.

"Fish nomu to plant bombs on submarines, bird nomu to fight heroes and snake nomu to slither past enemy lines!" Doctor Yanagisawa listed off each one, pointing to them in turn. "The glory of it all nearly brings me to tears!"

"What does…this have…to do with us?!" Mineta choked out between the spasms.

"Oui! What—what do you want from us?" Aoyama agreed, faring only slightly—slightly—better.

"What I want?" Doctor Yanagisawa retorted, a brow raised in question and a smirk upon his lips. "What I want is your blood. And there's only one way to get it…!"

The teenagers' eyes popped wide in concert, each coming to the same conclusion in the span of seconds. "Oh no…!" Toru gulped.

"Je ne peux pas le croire!" Aoyama squeaked.

"He's gonna…" Mineta ended, trailing off in horror as they each realised what was going on.

"Welcome to the Milking Machine!" Doctor Yanagisawa cackled as he slammed down on the little red button once more, this time with vigour. "But don't worry, it'll only hurt a lot!"

ZZZZTTTT!

Again, screams of pain filled the air, only this time it was less so because of the electrocution and more so because of the amount of liquids being forcefully drained and injected into each teenager. Of the three of them, Aoyama was the one who appeared to be taking the brunt of it; maybe because they were fearful that his Quirk would overload the machines, or what-have-you. But in any case, he was suffering because of it.

"…Ah, that looks bad" Toru winced as she watched the twinkling hero flail about in his restraints, unable to go anywhere. "Does it hurt?"

"Of course it hurts!" Aoyama snapped back, irritably. "He's milking me!"

"Try to think something pleasant to take your mind off of it!" Mineta suggested.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Toru nodded in agreement, "Think of…ooh! Think of cheese tea! Think of cheese tea, Twinkles!"

"Non! Cheese tea is made of cream cheese, and cream cheese is made of milk!" Aoyama wailed, "And I am being milked! It's infiltrant my every thought! Waaaah—!"

"Just hold on, Twinkles—!"

"Keep milking them until we have the required amount" Across the room, Doctor Yanagisawa instructed the lab assistants on what to do before he left to deal with the Pro Heroes. The "required amount", as it turned out, was apparently enough to fill the rather large beaker that was connected to the tubes. A beaker, mind you, that was agonisingly large; to the point where you could basically fit a whole four All Mights inside, or one mid-sized nomu.

It only made them cry harder.

BOOM!

"Wha—?" Toru blinked blearily as the pain suddenly stopped, however many moments later. She didn't know how long it had been since they'd been locked up in there, but she was grateful for the pause in the milking process, even if it left her feeling—quite literally—drained. Hauling her head upwards, she was happy to note that it was Kamui Woods, not Doctor Yanagisawa, who had stormed through the door and knocked aside their would-be captors with ease.

"Okay, kids" Kamui Woods greeted, looking worse for wear, "Time to pack it in"

"Kamui~!" Mineta wearily cheered.

"Where's…where's Slidin' Go?" Toru asked as Kamui Woods shuffled over to the monitors and tried to figure out how to free the rest of them. Sure, they didn't look great in that small glimpse that the invisible girl had gotten, previously. But if Kamui Woods was up and about, surely it couldn't be that bad, right?

"Tsss…!" Kamui Woods hissed a wince at that, shoulders scrunched up around his ears but didn't explain further. Not that he needed to, Toru could gather that it wasn't anything good.

"What about the others?" She pushed. "The rest of the agencies?"

"They've gone to look for the other kids" Kamui Woods replied, his eyes never leaving the monitors. "Chargebolt managed to get a shaky signal through some time ago, but it was enough for us to worry. It was decided that it was best for the Pros to come and retrieve you"

"Oh, okay" She nodded as Aoyama finally melted through his restraints and toppled to the floor. "You good there, Twinkles?"

"Mmnn…Oui…" Aoyama garbled out, face pressed up against the floor where he'd landed in a tangle of awkward limbs. It took him a moment before he was able to get his feet under him, but when he did he trotted over to where their equipment lay out, rubbing at his sore wrists all the while. "It is chanceux that the others are not here, because Wicca would've had our heads for avoir pris une éternité"

"Seriously? That's what you're worried about?" Toru scoffed "They'll all have our heads after tonight!"

"Is your agency really that uptight?" Mineta worried.

"They're, uh, very…strict with regulations and procedures" Toru lied, flubbing out an excuse that sounded semi-believable.

"You said something about investigations and infiltrations, right?" He asked, recalling their earlier conversation about their work studies.

"Yeah…?" Toru replied, unsure as to where he was going.

"Oh, I guess that makes sense" Mineta nodded to himself.

It does? Toru puzzled to herself.

"You'd probably get in trouble if you went off-book on a mission" He ended.

"Y-Yeah…" She nodded. Huh. That was, surprisingly, mature and not at all perverted.

"Twinkling Star, free Prism" Kamui Woods instructed the teen on the floor, as the wooden hero finally found the right combination of buttons to release the others from their prisons. "I'll get Grape Juice"

"Uh, o-oui" Aoyama nodded as he buttoned up the long lab coat he'd pulled off of the hook, hiding away what little remained of his costume and his bare nethers.

That seemed to be enough of a persuasion as the twinkling hero easily moved to do as instructed, shuffling over to the assigned pod. Thankfully, Toru's containment was in much the same manner as his had been, which meant that he could easily pry the softened restraints apart. He was sure that had she been given a few minutes more, she too, would've freed herself.

Once free, the invisible girl more or less slumped forwards, onto the blonde's shoulder where she remained whilst he tried to finagle her into a more comfortable hold. In the end, Aoyama settled on slinging one arm over his shoulder whilst his own wrapped around her waist and they descended to the floor. Her reaction to their treatment was worrying, but at least they were out now and all they had to worry about was getting out before the good doctor was able to hunt them down & lock them up, again.

But no pressure.