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Natsuo, while prepared to see many things when he awoke but one of those things was not the scene that was currently unfolding in front of him. Geten, his best friend, was in the League of villains’ hideout. Geten, his best friend, was in the league of villains’ hideout. Not to mention he was hissing on all fours like a gremlin, at the league of villains. Wait, shit, Geten apparently had also brought Venus, Greenie, Suzu, and Chicken along with him as they were standing at the ready right behind him. If he was going to narrate this fight in his head he was going to have to prepare nicknames for the league members. Purple burnt mother fucker could be…Office supplies…yeah. Office supplies was currently being attacked by Geten, who had clamped their teeth around Office supplies’ leg like the gremlin they are. Office supplies was really struggling attempting to pry Geten off his leg, he finally got Geten off by lighting his hand on fire and bringing it close to Geten’s face. That fight was probably going to get nasty so Natsuo decided to check on some of the other fights going on. Venus was up against that girl in a school outfit who has a disturbing obsession with blood, now deemed Blonde vampire, and the man in a mask who always had 2x the opinions to share, aka Monochrome Poké ball. Venus was currently holding the Poké ball down while fending Blondie off and dodging her knives. Chicken, aka Linda, was currently twisting the lizard man’s, now known as Mark Zuckerberg’s true form, arm behind his back, keeping him less able to move freely. He seemed to be winning, Suzuki was in a face down against Magic man, the fancy dude with a mask. I mean, they were literally just staring at each other right now and Natsuo didn’t understand what was happing one bit. Greenie was destroying both Chapstick’s archnemesis, aka that really crusty looking dude, and Void Jazz, the void but a bit fancier. Greenie had stabbed Chapstick’s archnemesis in the leg with a bottle she had broken on the counter and just threw him at Void Jazz, wow, she could be terrifying.
Wait, no one else seemed to be fighting anymore. Chicken and Mark Zuckerberg’s true form were now just playing Mario cart together, and worse Chicken seemed to be losing, step it up hun. Were Suzu and Magic man having tea together now, really, what happened to saving him and all that jazz. Venus was actually getting his nails painted by Monochrome Poké ball and Blondie, at least he seemed to be having fun with that. Well, Geten and Office supplies seemed to be bonding over trauma, maybe opposites do really attract. They seemed like frenemies as of right now, or more they were both too busy keeping up the tough guy act to ever admit they were friends with anyone. Then, there was Greenie. She was currently standing on top of both Chapstick’s archnemesis’ and Void Jazz’s unconscious bodies. It seemed as if Greenie had also broken a bottle on top of both of their heads, based on their unconscious states and the blood currently coming from their heads.
Greenie turns to face Natsuo with a smile “Done!”
She was probably high right now, or else she probably wouldn’t be that overly cheerful. He sighs “Ok, so, if I ever get kidnapped without my consent the one I will be calling for help will be Greenie, because she’s obviously the only one who would actually be useful. I’m assuming you guys came here because I wasn’t picking up my phone so you tracked it and it was in the LoV base, which was probably worrying.”
Geten looks up from being emo in the corner with Office Supplies and looks at Natsuo “Yeah, basically, but Dabi already explained to me that you apparently consented to being kidnapped like the fool you are.”
Knowing that they came to save him, came here just because they were worried about him, it warmed his heart. In this moment he realized that he wasn’t feeling warm because of that sentiment but instead from the massive amount of blood that was currently pouring out of his body. Oh, yeah, he did have two stab wounds, he had kinds forgot about them. He should probably take care of this before he, ya know, bleeds out. Walking around the base Natsuo looked around for the bathroom, after actually finding it and walking in he looks around to see if they had any kind of medical supplies. After searching through ever possible place in the bathroom he found out no, they really didn’t have that much medical supplies. He had found some used bandages, some very expired Neosporin, and a sewing kit (a sewing kit for clothes). How were these fools still alive?
Natsuo sighed and picked up all the things he had found before walking out to the main bar area and placing it all onto the bar countertop.
“What do you guys call this”
Chapstick, who was now awake and playing on his psp, completely unconcerned about the blood that was still coming from his head, looked Natsuo dead in the eye’s and had the audacity to say “Our medical supplies?”
“Oh god, now you’ve done it” Geten groaned
“No! Don’t do it Natsuo, don’t you DARE! I don’t want to hear this lecture again!” Venus said already armed with a broken bottle
Natsuo simply ignored them as he begun on his tangent “This sad collection of items cannot be considered medical supplies by any stretch of the imagination. I am honestly surprised you have managed to stay alive this long when you obviously are not suited at all to treat any kind of wounds. I am appalled by such a display. These bandages, these bandages seem to have been used multiple times before, multiple times! How long have you been using this sad roll of the same bandages? Huh? How long! Never mind, I don’t think I want to know. These are NOT the kind of bandages that can be reused, and even if they were you have never washed them it seems so it would be irrelevant. This Neosporin you have here, it expired 8 years ago. You guys haven’t even been together as a group for that long, how is that even possible. If you guys have been using this sewing kit to stich up your wounds I might lose it!”
Natsuo then continued on this tangent for another half hour, before passing out thanks to blood loss.
When Natsuo opened his eyes, he awakened to see Greenie with Dabi in a headlock holding a broken bottle to his throat. “GREENIE STOP THAT!”
where did she even keep getting these broken bottles from?
“DO NOT STAB HIM, DROP HIM GREENIE, DROP HIM!”
Greenie slowly lowers the bottle while glaring at Natsuo “Let me live my dreams”
“Not if your dreams involve homicide, of a villain in front of people who would probably come after you if you did as such”
Natsuo checked out his wound, which after looking at, well needless to say he wasn’t happy. He looked as if he was going to kill everyone in this room. The room temperature lowered, or maybe it was just his chillingly terrifying glare that sent a shiver down everyone’s spine. Before this could go any farther Geten threw a stuffed animal at Natsuo. Suddenly the room temperature had gone back to normal has Natsuo held the stuffed animal close and rested his head atop it. He was, in fact, still glaring, but it lost it’s effect when paired with the fact he was currently holding a stuffed animal close to his chest, if anything he gave off the impression similar to that of a pouting child. Chapstick’s archnemesis snickered slightly before whispering something under his breath, Natsuo couldn’t hear what he said but some of the others seemed to have heard it. Currently Blonde Vampire, Void Jazz, and Mark Zuckerberg’s true form seemed to be the only one who heard it. Blondie leaned towards Monochrome Poké ball and Venus whispering something unknown to both of them, Void Jazz was telling Magic man and Greenie, Magic man, in turn, told Suzu, Office supplies, now dubbed Dabi, told both Chicken and Geten. When did they all get close enough to be sharing secrets like this, and hey, why was he the only one left out of the loop here?
Everyone was looking towards Natsuo, he had no idea why? Did he have something on his face? Shigaraki seemed uninterested in Natsuo right now, instead deciding to glare daggers at Blondie, Mark, and the Void.
At some point in time the league of baddie’s had left and went off somewhere. All the members of the Pizza Bros not Hoes™ club seemed to be fast asleep. Grabbing a pillow Natsuo smacked all them in the face with a pillow, one by one, in order to wake them all up. Once they all were awake and at least semi-aware of what was happening Natsuo said “Let’s go out to lunch”
Geten, who seemed a bit tired still, nodded “Sounds fun, but we should head back to the apartment and change first before going out.”
Everyone else nodded, all in agreement that all started to make their way to the apartment. A little while ago quite a few of them had been evicted, out of the blue, and everyone else seemed to be struggling to keep up with their rent payments for their living situations, so they had needed a solution. Venus, surprisingly enough, had brought up the idea of them all living together. They were all very close, so they knew they wouldn’t mind living together. So, everyone agreed to it. With all of them living in the same apartment and paying a portion of the rent, it was much easier to keep up with the payments.
Venus was currently searching through the closet and looked over his shoulder to Suzu “Where’s my jacket?”
Suzu yawned, pointing to a chair that currently had said jacket hanging off of it. Venus grabbed the jacket putting it on, and now everyone was ready to go.
Venus was wearing a basic white hoodie with a jean jacket over it, and black ripped jeans with a chain hanging off em’
Suzuki had her maroon hair held out of her face with a headband, she was wearing white shirt with a skull on it overtop her black sweatshirt, then she also was wearing black cargo pants and flip flops.
Geten was wearing a light blue sweatshirt with a large blue jacket with no hood overtop of it (The jacket was Venus’) as well as some sweatpants and black Ugg boats.
Linda (Chicken) was wearing a shirt that said “KFC fangirl” with a jacket over it that said “come on fuck me emo girl” on the back of it. She was wearing Cargo shorts with it and a pair of sneakers.
Greenie had knee high socks with weed prints on them, a sweatshirt with an eye that has a hypnotic pattern in the pupil, plus some sweatpants that were pinned up so they were a few inches below her knee, and some Heelys on
And finally Natsuo was wearing a jacket that said “Cold as Ice” on the back of it, a plan white shirt, some white jeans, and black combat boats.
After grabbing their wallets as well as anything else they deemed a necessity and packing it up in a bag (Venus would carry said bag as he always did), they headed out the door and too their regular lunch spot. As they walked along, towards their destination, they chatted with each other a bit. Their conversations consisted of some needless bickering, Greenie threating homicide, and Linda ranting about why Arson should be legal. They were in the middle of Linda talking about how beautiful fire is, when she was interrupted by a hero being yeeted in their direction. They all ducked, on pure instinct, except for Venus who had been zoning out. Venus therefore was hit in the face with a hero and fell over. After hitting the ground he groaned and rolled the hero off of his face. He rubbed his head before he got up, he had a nose bleed that currently seemed to be pissing him off more then he already was. After checking on Venus, they all turned towards the origin of where the hero was thrown from. It looked as if some small-time heroes were fighting some small-time villains, in a normal situation they would have probably ignored such people but they had injured Venus and that pissed everyone off.
It was rude to throw a body at someone, these small-time villains needed to be taught that lesson. The Pizza Bros not Hoes™ would have to teach them that lesson they supposed. Prepared to approach this villain they began to walk towards him when a familiar hero appeared and swiftly took care of the villains. After restraining them, the winged-hero, known as hawks, turned towards the group with a look of concern lining his features “Are you all ok?’
They all nodded except for Venus, who instead responded with “He’s not” Pointing towards the hero which had been thrown at him. The hero seemed a bit more injured then he had been when Venus threw him off. Venus probably beat him up a bit more, seems like a Venus thing to do. Anyway, when Venus responded, both Suzu and Geten reacted by elbowing him, at the exact same time, thus drawing a pained “OoF!” from Venus
Hawks quickly hurried over to the injured hero, to assess his injuries and plan a suitable plan of action to follow going forwards. While the hero was distracted, the Pizza Bros not Hoes™ decided to slip away from the situation. They went over to the restaurant, which was named [Insert name here]. It was one of their favorite restaurants, even though it wasn’t very popular. Natsuo had no idea why it wasn’t so popular, after all they had really good food, was such a shame. Everyone who worked at the restaurant knew this group well, they did come here just about every chance he had gotten. They always chatted with the group a bit, so the group had ended up become close to all the workers.
Natsuo always seemed to be surrounded by people, he seemed to draw people in up first without even trying. This meant, Natsuo always seemed to have a bunch of friends who surrounded him. There was one thing, he never seemed to hang around the same group of friends for very long. He always became too much of a burden to his friends, he would open up to them and then they would just stop talking to him afterwards. He wouldn’t mess up what he had with this group, they meant so much to him, he would never burden then with his problems. He wouldn’t drag them down. Natsuo was trapped in his brain, stuck with self-deprecating thoughts echoing throughout his head. They were going to leave him soon as well. During the rest of lunch Natsuo had been stuck in a daze, responding to things with bland and vague answers. Just as lunch was finishing Natsuo snapped back into reality, it seemed as if the others hadn’t noticed the dazed state, he had been stuck in. That was good, he didn’t want them worrying about someone like him. Not that there was anything to worry about, no nothing was wrong, everything was just fine.
Lunch was over, everything else seemed to be a blur. It was tiring just to keep up with whatever conversation was happening right now around him. The group probably just thought Natsuo was tired due to his current behavior but that wasn’t it, no, he was trapped within his own mind. Everything was so dull, so bland, so lacking of color right now. It was monochrome. It felt as if he was just going through the motions right now, as if he wasn’t even present in his own body. Somehow they ended up back at the base, Natsuo didn’t really process when they got there but he just went into the extra bedroom that the league was allowing him to use. He just laid there, on the mattress which was laying on the ground. The league was unable to afford or more find a bedframe so they all just slept on mattresses laid on the ground.
Natsuo didn’t move an inch after he laid down, seemingly frozen in time. Floating somewhere between reality and fantasy, between a deep sleep and being wide awake. He was stuck. Stuck. Always stuck in the gray area, the in-between of everything. Thinking about it, everything the league was doing was futile, he didn’t know why they hadn’t already noticed as much. Once they got captured, or more likely killed, they would be forgotten. Normal civilians would continue on, without a care in the world. Those who lay in wait, those who can be found lurking in the shadows, the so called villains. They would continue to cling onto the ideal of the league, cling onto it for dear life. Waiting for someone, something, so similar to that ideal. Something that would save them from the darkness in which they were trapped. Overtime their grip on that ideal would start to loosen until they finally end up letting go and allowing the ideal to fall away into the trench of the forgotten. They would forget why they were ever waiting; they would forget there was ever a time in which they saw hope. They would forget there was ever a light to begin with.
The heroes, their egos would grow so much from a takedown of such a group. Turning back to their narcissism, they would worship themselves for doing what is expected of them. The public would do nothing in order to stop such a thing, they would stroke these heroes ego’s by praising them for the most menial of tasks. Showing no hint of self-restraint, the heroes would go back to doing whatever they please, no matter who might be harmed by these actions. Everyone would just let them. That fear that was making them feel small, feel weaker, it would be no more. Knowing that there was someone better then them, that there was a threat on their life if they continued to indulge in their every whim, that would be no more. Heroes will go back to being false deities worshipped by the public. The League’s struggle against heroes is useless, it will all end up being in vain.
They should quit struggling against the current, its better to just allow it to sweep you under the water. Allow yourself to drown.
They wouldn’t ever realize such things; they were all to stubborn for such a thing.
Natsuo’s mind constantly reminded him how any effort to put up a fight against the current would end up being otiose, completely and utterly useless. He tried to say his childhood had no effect on him, he was constantly screaming as such in his mind, but it seemed as if that just wasn’t true. It seemed as if that trauma that was always looming over his shoulder, following him around, took Natsuo’s brief moment of weakness to invite itself back in. It was like a parasite, as if Natsuo got a cut on his arm and it grasped onto that opportunity. The new wound gave it a new opportunity, to push itself inside Natsuo’s body and nestle itself under his skin. It would burrow itself deep into Natsuo’s body, before making it’s was to his brain infecting every single one of his thoughts. It was such a troublesome, annoying, little thing that insisted on harassing him every chance it saw. Therefore, he was left unable to forget the past, thanks to such a small thing and its constant pestering. It seemed as if his thoughts has become overly poetic and much to clouded, it was very unlike him to allow such a thing to happen. The little trauma bug took the time Natsuo was lost in thought to burrow into his brain and inflict painful flashbacks. Flashbacks of times he had desperately struggled in vain to forget. He would never be able to escape this current, he would have to allow himself be swept away and under the water, allow himself to drown. Drown in pain and darkness.
When his eyes opened once again, he was in a place so dark and hopeless. He had been pushed back into this memory, forced to share again in the pain of his childhood. Made to relive his trauma once again. Back in the house he hated, back surrounded by those who had long forgotten his existence, back standing next to a pile of burnt flesh with an unbearable stench once again. It made his heart ache, it hurt so much, and it was only going to hurt more from here. A small figure, who seemed to be a blank canvas except for an unsightly red splotch that seemed to emit a feeling of discomfort and unease. There was a female form, that seemed nothing but a blob that molds itself based on what others want, the only thing that even slightly stood out was a pair of glasses, everything else about the form seemed to be interchangeable. Somewhere on the couch there was a hallow shell of what used to be a lively women. The shell was already cracked, beginning to break apart, it seemed as if the shell would fall apart if just touched. Then, a feeling of fear, horror, danger suddenly flooded Natsuo’s senses, everything in his brain was telling him to run from whatever was causing this feeling. A monster, a raging demon, a mix of black in red, something that would crush anyone in it’s way. He remembered this thing, he feared it, the urgency, the need to run grew stronger. He had to get away. All the figures smile, smile as the monster starts charging towards Natsuo. No, No, No. He didn’t want this thing to hurt him. The pile of flesh jumped in the way of the demon, it suddenly exploded in a beautiful display of blue flames. A distorted image of a person looks back towards Natsuo and smiles. He watched as the monster simply tossed them aside, why did it hurt Natsuo so much to see such a thing. He screamed and tried to run towards then, tried to cool down that distorted person that was burning themselves alive. It was no use, why couldn’t he help them. Natsuo’s vision snaps back to the monster. Fear, Fear flooded his senses, coursed throughout his veins. Salty tears fell from his eyes onto the ground. The monster, the shape that is the embodiment of pure agony grabbed him as the other forms laughed and watched in glee as the monster began to crush him. He didn’t want it to end in such a way, someone please save him. He screams out but yet there was no noise, then, Crunch.