SOLD TO YHE MAN IN PURPLE SMOKE.!!!
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Time skip
while unconscious
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Izukus
Consciousness slowly began to drift back in. He opened his eyes yet again to feel Shackles on his arms and legs this time he was tide to an operating table.

His breathing quickens and his heart beat echoes through out of the dark room. A rubber mask was fastened to his face with the breathing tube that let up to a large canister. He sniffed the air that was coming out of the Mask it smells like spray paint. The overwhelming toxins cause him to cough and shaking his chains allowing him to find that he also has multiple IVs injected into him. His eyes followed up the IV drips to several large bags of green glowing liquid. The scent of the gas pumping in through tube was overwhelming' his vision became hazy and a loud ringing in his ears. Before the consciousness slipped through this weak hands.

      He sat up on a bed coughing up a bit of blood before wheezing in the fresh air. Holding his head tightly in his arms waiting for loud ringing sound to stop. Which it did. Allowing him to take in his new surroundings.

He was no longer bound to the the operating table. Instead he was laying on an old couch that was in an unfurnished brick room. The door to the room looked heavy and was most likely locked.

He held his hand out in front
of his face to see his fingers had an extra inch on each joint. Giving the appearance of Slender Man like hands.

  He was still wearing his school pants but they looked like floods on him. It appeared as his Tibia an extra ft📏 .

     This this would make him run faster. But he felt the biggest change in his mouth and face he traced his jawline to find that it was on a bigger hinge than normal

     Allowing him to open his
mouth up to 6 inches more than he used to. He didn't dare run his tongue over his teeth. Out fear of cutting himself. When he felt them he sliced his own finger. . . As if they were replaced with knives.

Izuku tried to do stand-up, only to find his new legs were like walking on stilts. After a few minutes of wobbling he managed to master the art of walking again. Heard footsteps outside the door quickly approaching causing him to stumble backwards in Fall onto the couch. Holding his breath as the door slowly opened. Revealing a blue haired man with red glowing eyes , also holding what I hoped to be a fake hand.

Then he said in almost a disappointed voice.
"Oh.  It didn't work"
Before pulling his head out of the room and slamming the door. I don't know why but I was engulfed in pure rage at that comment.

It didn't work! Look at me!
I look like a total freak a monster!

But my anger was short lived
and was replaced by fear as his.     
attention was drawn to the door creaking open slowly. I turned my head to seen the man with the
hand slip through the door closing it behind him. His scowl was replaced with a spine chilling grin.

My blood turned cold when I saw what he was carrying in an attached hand. . .      A large kitchen knife.

His grin widened as he closed in on me. His lips cracking from the size of his crooked smile.

He lunged at me shoving the knife partially into my mouth. Careful not to push through to the throat. Before cutting my flesh and giving me the Joker smile.