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Shigaraki can see the jester in front of him, balloons in hand, eyes black, void of any sanity, red and blue glinting in the sockets.
It irritated him so much, how this NPC dares to be happy-go-lucky in front of the soon-to-be leader of the League of Villains. He wanted to reign terror on every corner of the community. Yet, this jester will get in his way.
In a fit of rage, Shigaraki ran at the jester, who, strangely, just stood there.
“Go on.”
Was he admitting defeat so soon? Well, that’s a free pass for him, no cheat codes needed.
...Or so he thought.
All five fingers touched the boy’s face, yet he doesn’t see his skin getting darker and dry. This always worked. This was his Quirk. So why is he not rotting away?
The jester chuckled and caused the ferris wheel at the carnival to break down, the seats getting hurled. To which Shigaraki had to escape from. He was able to, but then the jester… no… Midoriya curled his fingers inward and Shigaraki felt constricted, like cuffs locked up his wrists.
“Aw… Playtime is over. Bye bye!”
Midoriya touched all 5 fingers on Shigaraki’s face. And that grim smile.
It was the last thing he saw before passing.
This can’t be real, right?
This was all a nightmare… right?
“Ah.. What a fun game….”
The echoing sound of that voice kept blaring….