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It had been a slow day in the agency and the night had been even slower, he had been put to cover the night shift after the guy who was supposed to come had apparently called in sick at the last minute.
What a bother… Well if nothing else his job was basically just to sit in the office and watch the cam footage. And the extra cash he would be getting was also nice.
Even with that his boss the damn piece of shit that he is was still an asshole, whelp he was definitely not on his good side since he did call him a fucking cunt to his face a few minutes before he got put in the night sift. So he guessed that this wasn't the worst thing that could have happened.
He turned his work computer off, stood up from his seat, and stretched. As he did he could hear an audible pop from his back. Damn, he really had been sitting in his far too comfy looking but not really all that comfy chair far too long.
He walked to the closest coffee maker that looked at least a few decades old but was still surprisingly working and got ready for the next six grueling hours he would be spent working instead of beginning at the dorms. Eh, this was one of those days he just knew that he would be walking around the city restlessly instead of actually sleeping or relaxing anyways. He said goodbye to the last of his colleagues who were getting ready to leave. And before he knew it, he was all alone in the large office building.
He started making his way towards the night guard's office that was on the other side of the building, why had it even been assigned so far from the main areas of the agency anyway? He wondered as he walked with his pot of coffee in hand.
As he walked he watched the last rays of the sun disappearing to the horizon from the windows he came across on his way toward the office, at one point he stopped for a minute to take in the view of the city beneath him that looked like its buildings and roads went on and on forever. The street lamps were starting to turn on and there were only a few moving cars left and even fewer people…Strange usually there were still a lot more people on the move. It was strangely quiet and still, it seemed like everything outside was going just a little bit slower than usual. It was probably just the ankle he was looking at it from.
He walked through dozens of out-of-the-way corridors that made him feel like he stepped into a past long forgotten and never to be remembered. The corridors looked like no one really used them paintings were lining the walls and old-looking candle stands were covered in spider webs he shivered at the thought of eight-legged devils.
The agency must be cutting costs since it looked like no one had cleaned the place in a while with a thin layer of dust covering every surface, he really should have taken a flashlight. The lamps on the ceiling only let out murky yellowish light that didn't light up the corridor at all. All it did was make him uneasy. Most of the paintings on the walls were covered with pale yellowish sheets, the few that were not covered were mostly faded portraits of people with unrecognizable facial features and sharp eyes.
One of them especially caught his eyes by the looks of it a man with blond hair and now that he looked closer insects crawling up his neck. He shuddered at the image. A fear of all kinds of insects that had plagued him for as long as he could remember. His parents had tried to help him get over it but the fear stayed constant and everlasting like a particularly insistent parasite.
He started to walk away again, not wanting to keep looking at the detailed many-legged insects with brown bodies and different markings painted with great detail. He kept walking till he finally managed to get out of the dusty corridors and to the far more modern-looking hallway where the office was situated. The wallpaper was deep green and it reminded him of no one there was no one to remember.
What was he thinking again just now? he shrugged and went to the door of the office he would be spending the next six hours of his life.
He opened the door of the office and stepped into the room. It was a mess. There was paperwork lying on the floor, the office chair was at the far corner of the room and all the filing cabinets were open. A painting of an important-looking person with green sharp eyes and a big marker stain staining the rest of their face was thrown in the trash can as well as the marker that he guessed had been used to make the stain. There also sat a forgotten colorful coffee mug that had been left on the computer desk.
The whole place seemed to scream that someone had left in a hurry.
He put the coffee pot down at the work desk and started to clean the mess up as far as he was aware the last person in the office had been someone named Sasaki Mirai known for sometimes leaving the office in a hurry, so it wasn't exactly out of character for his workplace to look like a storm had passed by. He would have to write a report about this and turn it in before he left fucking fantastic more work for him.
As he was gathering the papers he saw something that didn’t belong in there per se. They were drawing’s and they looked quite like a child had drawn them… and they looked somewhat… familiar, had he seen them at some point and then just forgotten? Did Sasaki or someone else who used the office, have a kid who insisted that their parents take their drawings to work with them? A green-headed stick figure was drawn smiling while holding the hand of a blond one.
He put the drawings on top of a filing cabinet and retrieved the chair from the corner of the room and started working. Everything seemed to be in order, no one else but him in the building’s doors and windows were locked. Everything went as expected for an hour or so. He spent that time writing his report on the office's condition and checking the cameras from time to time.
Everything seemed to be in order. Nobody inside the doors and windows are still locked, the light’s on at one of the offices in the east wings… wait what? All the lights were motion-censored and there shouldn't be anyone else in the building.
He started to contemplate if he was paid enough to go and check out if there was anyone in that office since it was one of those offices without any cameras inside.
While he was deep in his thoughts the office door started to open and the camera feed turned static.
“… well fuck” he was not going out there nope not today Satan he was not paid enough to leave this room before sunrise. He got up from his seat and locked the door just in case.
When he turned back towards the computer he’d swear that for a second he could see nothing else but a pair of piercing green emerald eyes that seemed to shine with cold light and a far too wide smile on the screen but when he blinked everything except that one camera we’re back to normal.
“...What the actual mother fucking hell was that?!” Was it just some glitz? or was it some kind of virus? Or had he just imagined it? He mused as he watched the screen frozen in shock and wondering if he should just fucking book it.
And then something weird was once fucking again happening this time instead of just one of the cameras going nut’s all of them started flickering at once and then. all the camera feeds were turned off and the only thing left on the screen was a picture of him.
He looked younger, thirteen, maybe fourteen sleeping in his childhood bedroom where he never felt comfortable for some reason constantly feeling like someone was watching him. How had whoever was messing with him even gotten that? The picture changed, he was still in his teens and looked to be on a field trip to All Might's tower, he remembered that day he had been feeling jumpy and paranoid it seemed like he had been for a reason.
As he stared at the picture, He heard a loud noise coming from the vents. Thump thump thump
The cameras came back online but over half of them only showed static. That included the camera that showed the hallway where the office he was in was located in. One of the still operational camera’s footage started to rewind at a lightning-fast speed; the date and time went backward so fast that the only thing he was able to make sense of was the year till it just stopped to the date of 18.10.2219
The footage had been rewinded to a day three years back.
And to a day if his memory serves correctly would have been the day that everything seemed to go wrong for everyone at the agency or so one of the older employees who was still ranting about the day, he hadn't per se eavesdropped since the older man hadn't exactly been whispering when he was speaking about it with Awata
The electronics had been practically unusable the whole day and they had had to rely on paper and pens, nothing had worked right, not the computers, not the lights, not even the phones were working properly. But the problem only seemed to be happening inside the office building.
After a few hours of this and after they realized that the problem only happened inside the building the manager let the employees go home early and told them that if the issue was not solved by the next day then they would be working from home for the unseeable future till the issue was fixed.
The feed showed a lobby area on the second floor, by the looks of it nothing had really changed during then and now same chairs same tables same same same the sun seemed to have already set and the lobby was fairly dark…well till some of the light’s turned and in walked a seemingly short teenager walked in they had their hood on so he wasn't able to discern for their facial features. They looked like they were waiting for something to happen.
Something about the teen Izuku felt so familiar. He kept trying to remember but it felt like something was blocking him from doing so trying again made him feel sick and dizzy at the same time. The light’s started to flicker again as a dark floating figure entered the lobby and started to make its way toward the lone teen.
they… they it he felt his hands shake as unimaginable terror enter his mind. he needed to run to get away to hide but he remained in a place frozen like a deer in the head light’s looking at death straight in the eyes and begin terrified.
They were wearing a long dress of sorts with long sleeves and a flowy look.
Logically he knew what he saw was a recording of a day years ago but, he couldn't help but feel like at any moment it could turn to look at the camera and see him.
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When the teen disappeared, weird black tentacles started to make their way toward the camera. The tentacles seemed to be coming from the figure who still had their back turned on the camera. his hands shook and then the figure finally moved.
It turned towards the camera and it smiled the terrible smile that he could swear he had
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The screen flickers for a moment till it stopped and the only thing left on the screen was static. He looked around the dark office, when had the light’s turned off?
Glang glang glang the noise in the vents was louder now and sounded like it was coming closer
He ran towards the door and tried to get the damn thing to open but his hands were shaking so uncontrollably. he fumbled with the damned lock as the noise above his head grew louder and more aggressive, and he felt his heart drop to his stomach when he saw what came out of the ventilation shaft. His breathing became quick and his mind was filled with panic and deep horror this couldn't be happening no no NO
The..thing he saw was like straight out of his deepest darkest nightmares that had plagued him as long as he could remember…but somehow it was worse so much worse
It was.. it was ~~ ǐ̶͜t̶̲̎ ̴̲͂h̶̳̉u̶͎͊r̵̻͂ẗ̶̼́ ̴͎̓h̴͇͆e̶̽͜ ̴̳͌c̶̖̚o̵̯͆u̷̙̿l̸̖̆ḍ̵̄'̵̥̈ṯ̵̐ ̶͚̾m̵̜͒o̷̝̊v̷͇̇e̵̬̍ ̴̛̭i̸̮͌n̴̦̕s̷̝͛e̷̖͊ĉ̴̤t̸̠͐s̶̩̚ ̵͓̑w̷̬̚e̶̢͂'̷̺̕r̸̘͝è̵̪ ̴̬̿s̷̛͕w̸̘̅å̷͍r̴̩̈́m̵̗͝ĩ̶̺n̷͍̓g̶̽ͅ ̸̬͂h̴̩̕i̵̯̒m̶̊ he could feel and see a big centipede crawling to his ear.
It looked massive… Well, it wasn't just one thing he realized after looking at it for more than a few seconds…the man well it looked like a man but…it had holes all around its body. Many Many holes that all kinda insects came in and out from although the insects kept crawling on it. the man just smiled a smile full of what was left of his decaying mouth. More insect’s started to crawl out of the vents
And he knew that if he didn't get away quickly he would suffocate under thousands of tiny bodies, and the sound all of them made… the sound of buzzing that felt like they were millimeters away from his ears flying shifting, and changing.
by some miracle, he managed to get the door open and run to the corridor that had changed. The corridor's wallpaper had turned from deep green to an ugly yellow that reminded him of the middle school he had gone to when he was younger.
But he didn’t have the time to think about the similarities, he needed to run or at the very least hide. The corridor felt never-ending and constantly expanding as he ran he could feel the heaviness in his feet as the fact settled that no he in fact hadn't slept in awhile and was only awake by the power of coffee and spite, he knocked over a few filing cabinets in hopes of slowing down the creature. Loud noises were coming from the vents. Had it gone back there or was the sound coming from something else? His breath was coming out short, and with each step, his feet started to feel heavier and heavier, if he ever got out alive he would never come even close to this agency again. He came to a crossroad there on the left were dozens of offices lined up and going on and on forever.
And on the right, there was what looked like a fire escape.
Without even stopping with his desperate escape he chose the right corridor and ran towards it while still hearing his pursuer coming closer and closer, why hadn't it caught up to him yet? He was sure it was faster than him by a long shot, was it just playing with him? Well, the damn thing was underestimating him. He got closer and closer to his path to freedom as he was reaching for the door handle and he felt something grab his leg. As he fell to the ground it dissolved under him only leaving the blackness of space and as he fell his last thought before he lost his consciousness was of how he hoped that someone would take care of his cat.