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3.39 A.M., Tartarus
Cameras fitted with guns awaken in All For One's holding cell. Tartarus' guards scramble to the live video footage, others flock to his cell with guns. The man is laughing maniacally, brain waves going off the charts. He's spouting off nonsense, as if he wasn't aware the guns could put him down in a moments notice. Or did he not care?
2.57 A.M, UA High, 1-A's Dormitories
Izuku drops down on his bed in exhaustion. Today's training has been tough. Black whip didn't want to work all that well and he ended up loosing a large deal of control. He sighed, wrapping himself up in his comforter on account of the cold Winter chill. His eyes drift close.
He awakens with a jolt, slowly finding his surroundings dark and without his body or mouth. His hands are still there, able to wave in front of his face without problem. It seems his head is fixed with a small direction, facing forward and nowhere else. Suddenly, a figure starts running towards him— the first vestige of One for All. He opens his mouth, about to yell, but a hand that doesn't belong to him covers his mouth and he's dragged into the darkness. Izuku can't follow him and is only destined to watch.
Slow clapping reaches his ears. The non existent hairs on his neck stand up. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here."
All for One.
Why are you here?! he yells, but no noise comes out. All for One smirks, eerily walking towards him like a predator playing with its food. What are you doing?! Where did you take him! Izuku can't turn back to see where he spun around him, only hearing what he was doing. Rationally, he knows he can't do too much, but that wasn't what made this nightmare terrifying.
All for One clicks his tongue, a threatening noise. "As righteous as All Might, huh? At this point, you'll never be like your 'ol Dad."
I'll never be like you! He retaliates. He'd rather be killed by All Might's hand rather than become the man his father was. He tries another weak attempt to move and he gets nothing but an evil chuckle from his father. He feels a hand ghost over his shoulder that he can't move. I'll do anything in my power to stop you!
"Oh, Izuku, my boy. You're just as naive as my brother."
Izuku wants to puke.
All for One takes hold of his face. "You will continue my legacy."
3.49 A.M., Tartarus
All for One has been calmed. The reasons for his sudden outburst isn't explained. His monitored brain waves make zero sense with the sudden spike. The staff whisper amongst themselves, appointing an extra 3 staff members to monitor his brain waves and a dozen more guards are now stationed outside his holding cell. The heroes will arrive tomorrow morning.
3.50 A.M, UA High, 1-A's Dormitories
Izuku pukes first thing since waking up.
It's just thick spit and no chunks of food since he hadn't had dinner. It's too late for dinner now and there are more pressing matters-- that dream and the state of his dorm room. It's destroyed and One for All is activated, painful as the power courses through his body with overwhelming strength.
Something else stirs in him, hungry. He wishes, prays, it isn't what he knows it is. Deep down, he is well aware dreams can be linked to reality. He flexes his fingers, the quirks of all the past One for All users coursing through his body. His stomach drops and Black Whip shoots out with a degree of perfection he's never had before. He points to an All Might figure and pulls it towards him and works it with perfect precision.
He pukes again.
Heaving, he wipes his mouth. It feels absolutely disgusting and his stomach acid coats his throat and burns. He appreciates and loathes the sting, letting him know he's awake and it isn't just some kind of sick joke of a dream but it isn't.
All Might can't know.