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The boy stared at the white mask. It was faded with a large crack down one side, but the tear stained remained bright green.
"Can you hear me Deku?"
No response. The boy climbed out of the dumpster with the mask held close to his chest. There were other various peices of animatronics in the dumpster, some burnt and others bashed to pieces, but the only thing the boy cared about was the one he called Deku.
It was a long walk for the child, who was barely thirteen. His spikey blonde hair stood in every direction, and his red eyes glared behind the glasses he wore. Slowly he made it to a grave yard. He snuck over the fence and snuck through the various graves to a small shack on the other side.
"Can you see me Deku?" He asked. Once again there was no response.
The boy pulled a large tarp off a suspicious looking item to show a body. It was a small boy, with fluffy green hair and oily clothing. It wasn't until you tapped his body or opened his eyes that you saw hr wasn't a real boy.
The boy placed the mask over the robots face. "Can you speak to me, Deku?"
The robot slowly stood, showing his small size. Behind his mask, two large green eyes stared at the boy.
"Why did you lock me outside, Kacchan?"
The boy cried in grief, then fear as his childhood friend pounced.
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Aizawa was correcting papers when he got the call.
"SHOTAAAAA! GUESS WHAAAAAT!"
He had to pull the phone away to save his ears. "What is It Yamada."
"THEY'RE REOPENING THAT OLD FREDDYS PLACE AS A HAUNTED HOUSE!"
Aizawa's first thought was that the place was already haunted, they didnt need to fake it. The second was oh shit the place is haunted. Somebody is gonna die."
The third was that he was a hero and therefore had to make sure nobody died.
Now, as the sun is setting, the hero arrives to his second first day as a night guard. He has somebody covering his shift for the week,since he knew it wouldn't take long for him to ensure the building was safe.
"Are you the night guard?" A small boy asked. He wore a hoodie that covered his face completely, but bright green eyes seemed to radiate out of the darkness.
"Yes, and you are?"
"My name is… Uh, well. Its not important. What is important is that I know who you are. The keys to the back entrance are under the dumpster."
With that, the kid left, leaving Aizawa behind with no choice but to do as he said. A small key was right where he said.
The entrance led right to where the security room was. Aizawa's took a seat, remembering how it all went last time. He'd nearly died almost every night, and at least then he had doors.
A large center opening sat to his right, large enough to crawl through. To his left was a doorframe he remembered, but with the door itself missing. While he knew this building was the same one he worked at all those years ago, he also knew that it had been bought out and renovated a lot.
Aizawa flicked on the camera, momentarily wondering how much power he had. When he saw it was unlimited, he began spamming through the feeds to learn the layout.
He stopped when he saw a foxy head hung on the wall. He remembered that there had once been a child in there.
Iida Tenya. Hed died at around age six. He had stage fright and was so terrifyingly fast.
A few more spastic camera switching showed there was nothing coming for him. The vents were clear. The halls were clean. He stood and decided to look around himself. Beside his desk was a box filled with old animated faces and props. All of them were shinier looking, with a plastic mask rather than the fuzzy, disgusting smelling ones Aizawa had known.
The guard flicked on his flashlight and began walking through the halls. Some things were the same, like the pictures that he'd had on his office wall. One of the Marionette seemed to pop out at him.
Gift boxes were scattered around, but there was no sight of the one that Midoriya sat in once upon a time.
Aizawa came to the most important part of his search. A brick wall.
It was slightly different from the rest of the building, with messy, unaligned stones and drips of cement that had pooled around the entrance. Then there was the smell that Wafted out through small holes in the building.. Like still rotting flesh.
Aizawa returned to his station and busied himself correcting papers. After a few hours he had to reset his ventilation, then the video. By the end of the night he was exhausted and ready to end everything.
"Slow night huh?" The green eyed boy said, greeting him outside the building. "Did you get that voice mail?"
"No. I didnt get anything."
"Oh, Jeremy must've forgotten. I'll leave you messages from now on then, to help you throughout the nights."
"Who are you."
"Why I'm the owner of this fine establishment!"
"Aren't you a bit young to own a building."
"Yes, yes I am. Have a good day, Eraserhead." The boy left without another word. Aizawa didn't question it, just watched until the oil stained clothes had disappeared from his sight.