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This thread is inspired by (G)I-DLE’s Oh my god music video!
(It’s really good and you should go watch it!
Anyway! Onto the thread!)
Bakugou isn’t quite sure how long he has been in this...white hell, but he’s sure that it’s been at least three years.
(It’s really good and you should go watch it!
Anyway! Onto the thread!)Bakugou isn’t quite sure how long he has been in this...white hell, but he’s sure that it’s been at least three years.
He only knows that much cause the people that keep him here give him a little cupcake whenever it’s his birthday. Like that’s somehow going to make up for the fact that he’s being kept here against his will and used as some kind of...fucked up science experiment!
So what if he was able to see things others couldn’t! And what does it matter that he could make explosions in his palms! It wasn’t like he was hurting anyone! So why the fuck was he locked in here!? Why couldn’t they have just left them alone!
God...he misses Deku...he hasn’t been able to see him ever since these crazy nut jobs in white took him away. His mother said they would help him but he never needed help, especially not from these white assholes that were constantly poking him full of holes!
He just wanted to live peacefully with his childhood friend turned lover...but because his parents couldn’t see him they thought he was crazy! Well fuck them! He wasn’t fucking crazy!!!...at least... he didn’t think he was...but...
The longer he’s stuck in this empty white space, the more it feels like he’s losing his mind! It’s just room after room of blinding white nothingness with a side helping of maddening silence!!!
The only thing he could do was exercise and scream in between visits from the men in white suits that would come inject him with something or draw blood. Sometimes they would take skin, hair, saliva and even bone marrow and spinal fluid! It was a never ending torture!
It stayed that way until one night when he woke up unexpectedly by...something. A noise, a whisper...it was so quiet he almost didn’t hear it, but due to living in silence for so long his ears have sharpened to a much higher degree.
He heard it again but he couldn’t quite make it out, so he scrambles out from under his white blanket and hops, quickly off his white mattress. It comes again from somewhere outside his room and he scramble out of his empty white room into a long white hallway.
He followed the whisper until he reached what he called the hall. It was a room that was just as white, but was about the size of a school gymnasium and had thick white pillars that were spotted throughout the room.
The whisper seemed to be coming from the farthest wall from his room, coming from a wall in small hidden away nook behind a pillar. He pressed his ear against the wall and held his breath to hear and faintly...almost as if he was imagining it he hears...
Kacchan
Kacchan
“...an...Kac...chan...kacch...Kacchan!”
His whole body feels as if it’s screaming as he lets in a heaving gasp
“Deku!” He pants as his heart pounds, his mind spinning as he listens to a voice he thought he would never hear again.
“Kacchan! Kacchan! Kacchan! I finally found you!”
“Deku!” He pants as his heart pounds, his mind spinning as he listens to a voice he thought he would never hear again.
“Kacchan! Kacchan! Kacchan! I finally found you!”
And the he wakes up.
He lays there, panting, on his white mattress and pillow. His white blanket has long since been thrown onto the white floor of his white room, his white sleep shirt was soaked through with sweat. His heart was still pounding from his...dream? Did he dream that?
Oh god...was he finally loosing his fucking mind!? He hasn’t dreamt since he was put in this white prison, so why is it suddenly starting up again? Why now? And...why him? He always used to dream of Deku and the land he lived in.
The exotic creatures and food, the fantastical landscapes and powers were always a staple in his dreams...and sometimes his escape once parents arguments increased in frequency the older he got. He never really stayed in the house after he was aloud outside on his own.
He was always in the forest behind his house, exploring his world with Deku until dark, when he would come back and sleep, visiting Deku once more to explore the world the green haired boy lived. It was that way even after starting school and played with others.
No one was like Deku though! He had never seen another person like him. He had never seen someone that had weird legs like Deku, or who had wings and markings like his.
Deku was his closest friend until he hit puberty and began seeing him in a different light. His green curls looked so soft that he wanted to run his fingers though them, he really wanted to kiss every freckle on his body and Deku was the perfect size to pick up and smother.
But he also wanted less...wholesome things. Like...he was really fixated on his plump red lips and pink tongue that looked like they would feel so good to lick and suck on and god...he had these big puffy nipples that he just wanted to bite and torture!
The older he got, the more he would fantasize about what kind of noises the green eyed boy would make if he fondled that fat ass and thicc thighs while slurping up his cute little cocklet! How his pretty pussy might taste as he made the boy squirt into his mouth!
His fantasies just got dirtier and dirtier up until his 17th birthday when all those fantasies finally came true after he finally had the courage to confess to his best friend.
He would spend hours worshiping his new lovers body(as well as training the newfound abilities he obtained after they first became lovers.) they had been together until Bakugou graduated...that was when everything went wrong.
They came on the night after he graduated. He was sleeping off his post celebration exhaustion, his Deku tucked between him and the wall farthest from the door, when they rushed in. Men in white suits came rushing through the destroyed door, starting him awake.
His fight or flight response urging him to protect his lover, even if he was invisible to all others but himself. By the time they finally overpowered him, the room around them was destroyed and his Deku was kneeling beside him in despair.
His green eyes overflowed with fat drops of liquid silver, apologies pouring from his mouth as the men surrounding him fazed through his body while they moved around their new captive, dragging him outside. Deku(and his parents) followed him out.
His mothers eyes were scared but determined, telling him;
‘This was for the best, he was sick and needed help’ and
‘As his parents they needed to do what’s best for him’, all the while his father just followed behind her quietly, unable to look at his son out of guilt.
‘This was for the best, he was sick and needed help’ and
‘As his parents they needed to do what’s best for him’, all the while his father just followed behind her quietly, unable to look at his son out of guilt.
The moment those words escaped her mouth, any love he had left for his controlling mother and too passive father dissolved.
As hes dragged away, he looks his parents dead in the eyes, his own gone cold, frozen over and speaks the last words he’ll ever say to them.
“You are nothing to me.” He looks away from the strangers he used to call parents as the car door slams shut on what little freedom he had.
“You are nothing to me.” He looks away from the strangers he used to call parents as the car door slams shut on what little freedom he had.
Ever since then, he’s been trapped here, where ever the hell HERE is...He was sedated after he was forced into that car and he woke up in this white hell, never to see the light of day again. It was miserable. He was a lab rat stuck in a labyrinth with no entrance and no exit.
