~Third Person P.O.V~

Izuku stared ahead of him, his body and mind felt desensitized. Even with death slowly creeping up on himself, he felt as though it had already done its job. Despite the room's sweltering heat his body was ice cold, freezing to the touch.

He couldn't think, could barely breathe, hell, at this point he couldn't feel. Izuku just wanted everything to be over, he wanted to wake up- to have all of this be a dream.

Izuku wanted to roll over only to find Katsuki and Shoto next to him, both of them there to hold him because it was just a dream. A horrible, terrible, dream.

His mom... the only parent he had left. The only parent that stayed. In spite of all her mistakes, she was part of him, his other half- his mother. And there she sat, chained down to a chair, thick blood crusting around her.

The green haired prisoner gritted his teeth, choking on a sob that rippled through his chest. By now his sobbing had turned into screaming, painful, tear filled, screaming. 

You could hear the agony in his yelling, echoing and bouncing off the stone walls of the room. Izuku's emerald eyed swollen red from the salty liquid that escaped his tear ducts, his pale cheeks overflowing with tears.

Every time he opened his eyes and seen his mother, his mind would surge with a plethora of memories he shared with her. Inko's broad and cheeky smile, the way her eyes would crinkle when she laughed. Her in the kitchen making him some Katsudon, badly singing along to an old song on the radio.

(Heh Flashback time my bros)

~Flashback~

Izuku quickly scurried down the carpeted steps, a large grin spread across the seven year old's face. He jumped on the last step, nearly falling as he did so, and turning the corner towards the kitchen.

"Mama are done?" Izuku asked, tugging on the side of Inko's dress.

The green haired woman let out a fruity chuckle, tapping her son on the nose. "Almost honey, go open the door- I think Shoto and Katsuki are here." Inko beams, pushing Izuku along.

Quickly booking it to the front door, Izuku turns the brass knob- having to get on his tip toes to do so- but he did it nonetheless. There stood Shoto and Katsuki, as well as there mother's who had gift bags in their hands.

"Happy birthday little man!" Rei giggled, ruffling up Izuku's hair and walking in.

Shoto shot his friend a soft smile. "Yeah, happy  birthday Izuku." He said, handing the freckled boy a small gift bag.

"Thank you Shoto!" Izuku grins, going over and placing the gift along with the others on the coffee table.

Katsuki smirks, a teasing looks spreading across his face. "'Thank you Shoto.'" Katsuki mocks, poking Izuku in the side.

"Oh shut up Kacchan!" Izuku grumbles playfully, punching the blond on the shoulder.

"Yeah shut up Kacchan!" Shoto laughed, wiggling his eyes brows tauntingly. 

The red eyed boy narrows his eyes, getting ready to lunge at Shoto any second now. Just as he was about to, Inko walked in, her hands on her hips as she gave the blond a stern look.

"Boys," Inko warned, shaking her head- but a smile still rested on her lips. "No fighting."

"Don't look at me mama, Kacchan's the one who was gonna blow his top." Izuku said, turning around to stick his tongue out at his friend.

The green haired woman laughed, squatting down so she was at Izuku's eyes level. "You are too much sometimes I swear Izuku." Inko chuckled, "I love you baby."

"I love you too mama."

~End of Flashback~

Footsteps began to resonate throughout the room, prompting Izuku to snap his head forward. The footfalls had started to grow blaring, knocking through his eardrums and filling his head with its sound.

"Come back to torture me some more Hanji?" Izuku asked, his voice hoarse and throaty- yet it was also detached and emotionless.

"Not quite." A disembodied voice spoke up, taking Izuku aback. 

That was definitely not Hanji.

"Who the hell are you?!" The emerald eyed teen growled, his chains rattling as he leaned forward trying to get a good look at who it was.

The person chuckled, it was a low and gruff chuckle as their footsteps came to a halt. "You don't remember me?" They asked, mock hurt trickling slowly into their tone. "I'm wounded, Izuku, really."

"I don't know if you heard but my memory is pretty shitty, why don't you remind me." Izuku shot back, his patience for whoever the person was had begun to wear thin.

Finally, they stepped into the low illuminated light that hung from the ceiling- their features shadowed due to the lights poor quality. But that didn't matter.

Izuku knew who it was.

"You have got to be shitting me." Izuku muttered, a humorless laugh dripping off of his tongue.

Over haul grinned psychotically, his eyes sparking brightly with pure and utter lunacy. "Oh, good so you do remember!" He exclaimed.

To fill in the blanks, Izuku met Overhaul quite a few years ago. It was about a year after his mother sent him to the program, he was ten at the time- and he had ran away. The air was bitter that night, and he hadn't think to bring a jacket with him. So there Izuku was, ten years old, freezing his ass off, not to mention a run away.

Then he met Overhaul. He hadn't told Izuku his name, so the green haired male had opted for calling him Big Brother. Izuku stayed with him for a few days... that is until he realized just how sinister 'Big Brother' was.

"You crazy bastard... you're Overhaul- aren't you?" Izuku asked, tightening his jaw. After a few moments of silence he grew impatient, "Answer me damn it!"

Overhaul heaved a sigh, crossing his arms as he eyed the teen reluctantly. "Yes. I hope you know that you were never a target- I didn't even know that you were involved with Katsuki and Shoto until recently." He said truthfully. "But business is business."

"Let me take a wild guess here- drug trade?" The freckled teen question bitterly, already knowing the answer to his question.

"Are you still upset about that?" The brunet male asks, cocking an eyebrow.

Izuku releases a high pitched scoff, staring at the man in disbelief. "Of course I am! You tried to experiment on me using drugs you created- what the hell kind of question is that?!" He growls, yanking down on his chains some more- attempting to break free form them.

"Exactly, I tried to! It's not like I succeeded in doing it!" Overhaul argued, amusement clear in his tone.

"God you're psychotic, I can't wait till I break out of here... I'll make your life a living hell." Izuku threatened, glowering daggers at his captor.

Overhaul chuckled darkly, taking a few steps forward and gripping Izuku's jaw. Tilting it upwards and downwards, examining the teen curiously.

"I have to say, I'm intrigued to see how you would even do that." He muttered, making eye contact with Izuku briefly before letting go of him. "But I'll save that for another day... I have business to attend to."

Emerald eyes widened as Izuku begins thrashing in his restraints, all while Overhaul began to walk away. The only sounds resonating in the room were the chains and Overhaul's light footsteps that is until- Bam!

A large and deafening sound seeped in from below.

But what the hell was it?

Hello Cricket Cultists!!

Don't you just love me and my confusing ass plot twists?

Until we meet again!!!