The room was dark, no light source to be seen other than a fine linear around the bolted door standing in front of him.
Each inhalation felt more and more laboured, the faulty ventilation shaft tussling shrapnel around its fans and spitting it out against the floor.
He winced at each vile sound, never ceasing to expect it's next blunder regardless of having tired eyes staring amongst them falling.
Sleep was no issue, he barely did it as it was, to stay up now only tormented him more.
With no intell of night and day he could not log the amount of time he'd been there, never the less he may have woken up days or possibly weeks after the incident.
It was all very confusing.
Never the less he maintained posture, wavering no sign of fright or discouragement, instead analysing his surroundings extensively.
If they wanted him dead...they would have killed him already.
No windows and no furniture other than a few broken down pieces of chairs and what seemed to be tangled rope hanging on the wall on an old rusting hook.
His arm rested gently in a graciously provided sling and his mouth was shielded by a strapped on muzzle that unfortunately linked up at his head, just behind the ears while his wrists remained restrained amongst his lap.

Cold, damp, reeking of the foul stench of blood he shuffled slightly against the wall, rolling his eyes in almost boredom while exhaling deeply through his nostrils.
Undisturbed silence surely had a way with getting to you, especially concerning people who have very little patience.
However, Shinso was not one of them people, instead he enjoyed the silence away from the chaos...just not particularly locked behind the devil doors of Villains.

Speaking of Villains his mind couldn't stop tracking back and forth from that night.

The night he was targeted.

As blurry and as vivid his memory had became there was one particular...THING present that most certainly felt familiar to him.
It's spiked almost horned hair style had bleached red and broke violently through its skin.
The mutilated and almost shattered eyes undulated to a mere speck within its white void.
Anger.
That expression was clearly for the first few moments of the attack, as if a raged beast had been unleashed.

His arm stung at the thought and he winced uncomfortably.
Surely it had been tended too, bandaged and kept clean of infection, though lacked antibiotics to prevent pain and further muscle injury.
Whether it was broken or not Shinso was unsure.
He could still move his fingers and very weakly lift his arm.
Perhaps a fracture, maybe mere bruising and skin breakages.
Either way, he was in no state to fight.

That animals spikes igniting from its arm had penetrated so deep that he was certain a fragment of... whatever it was had been left within his bone.
Glass, metal, fine rock possibly, whatever it was it seemed to shift every now and then depending on certain movements Shinso underwent.

Suddenly the silence came to an end and alarmed the boy drastically, his eyes immediately lashing to the door where several bolts could be heard unlocking on the other side.
Thud after thud, clang after clang each beated along with his pulsating heart.
It had no doubt sped up, thumping violently against his ribcage.
As much has he had dreamed of the day upon encountering a villain today was it's unfortunate undoing...fear consumed him.

Very slowly the door opened and casted inward an almost blinding light.
So bright that he grunted weakly and looked away, tearing slightly in up most pain.
"G-Gh"

Upon adjusting he looked upon a masked villain that quite confidently hummed upon entering the scene, humbly strutting and setting his hands upon his waist.

"Alright kid, up you get" he demanded, thought not that too much of a demand, instead an encouraging request.

He did nothing but stare at the silhouette admiringly, the tearing expression his eyes portrayed relaying the sight back to the tall man.

So this was a Villain.

"You hear me kid?" He chuckled

It wasn't like Shinso could reply, instead he merely looked away in slight disappointment.
These 'beasts' were not as violent as the press had made them out to be.
He was almost humourous.

Just as Shinso was about to stand another figure came into view, one of much less confidence and politeness.

"Twice, will you hurry up" his voice blundered.

Shinso jolted, recognising it almost instantly.

The images came back and he dropped again, teeth gritting together, chest sealing shut tight.
Blue flames obsessed his vision and burned against his eyes violently.
If not for the muzzle he would have yelped pathetically.

As the man stood there Dabi remained in sight, their eyes gaining an unnerving contact.

Shinso flinched like a lamb and instinctively trembled at the glare the devil gave.
It was bland yet toxic.
Unpredictable and cunning.

"Alright, alright" Twice replied, helping Shinso to his feet and having a hand on his shoulder as he walked.

Both were taller than the academy student, they walked as if they'd done this procedure a thousand times, just chatting with one another.
Shinso didn't take much of what they was saying in, he simply scanned the broke walls of the structure and growing vegetation that littered the patched grass floors.
Only a few LED lights appeared to be working, flicking if not completely destroyed.
He shuddered.
Keeping and maintaining a calm expression throughout the entire walk Dabi had gotten no doubt suspicious.

Upon arriving to a set of doors Twice took them and swung them open.

It startled most of the other incompetents there but alerted them never the less.

"Ah, you're here" Tomura spoke to him in a hoarse voice, staring amongst Shinso "about time we get some testing done"

In the corner of the room some sort of machine had been set up, in addition to that no windows yet again proved to appear that the structure may have been a bunker.
The machine was linked up to a cylinder like tank, wires dangling from the artificial ceiling attached within.
Before the dark surroundings could be further examined Dabi took grip of Shinso's uniform, having Toga slice up the back of it with a previously cleaned knife.
Shinso muffled out in alarm, being stripped down to his boxers and forcing into the glass chamber.

He remained still and silent while they worked on him, trying to determine what such a contraption would do.
His toes flinched and felt the wet panel he stood upon, attracting his eyes to what seemed like a filtration system beneath him.
Looking up the same was there.

The piping linked up to his muzzle as we're many smaller ones injected into his system, leaving his figure tactically attached to the machine.
Measuring his heart rate, temperature, quirk usage-designed to analyse a person's every internal action.

Tomura smiled at its creation from the sidelines, having Mist by his side the entirety of the event.
Years worth of work...and finally it was going to be accomplished.

Compete control.
Complete power.
Complete peace.

The war between hero's and villains can come to an end, them victorious!

Once Shinso had been completely strapped up to the machine, his ankles restrained by small chain to the floor the tank was sealed shut.

"Shall we begin?" Mist questioned, glancing to his master while fiddling softly with his waistcoat.

Tomura nodded, Casting Mist to accompany the control panel just by the tank.
Shinso watched boldly, only coming to grips with what was happening as the tank began gradually swelling with water.
His feet shifted and in an instant he attempted to break out from the glass.
The result was a sharp pain up his arm.

He attempted to speak, pull the mask from his mouth even, however it soon proved pointless as the water had lifted to his chest.
They watched as it filtered through, the chains preventing the boy from floating to the top where the pipe was now feeding in a fresh supply of oxygen to his chaps.

At first he was frantic, adapting to the environment with air bubbles pressuring out the mask and to the top of the tank.
He was fully engulfed.
His hair silked through the water and his eyes winced shut in retaliation, eventually adjusting and enabling him to see beyond the glass yet again.

Twice smiled as did Dabi admit to a smirk, Toga giggling softly next to them both.

"Proceed" Tomura spoke to Mist, a single eye staring amongst his subject.

With a flick of several switches and a few data impulses the contraption groaned loudly and released a series of gas compressed air from the pipes.
Just after a quite common species of worm, compact with circular teeth was released into the water from above.
He lifted a brow as they wavered down around him, such peaceful creatures would have no duty to bother him...why was they here?

They were most mobile in liquids but were hardly to strike a threat as long as he appeared not as a predator towards them.

Giving a dumbstruck glance to the villains he felt as if their plan had been foiled, calculated both physically and mathematically wrong.
However, as he made eye contact with Tomura all that met him was a cheek to cheek smile.
A smile...

Suddenly a serge of electricity entered the water and his body convulsed.
He gasped and screamed on instinct, his voice repelling intense vibrations through the now rippling water.
Alarmed and mostly in distress the worms scientifically named 'Micii devoratori', Roman for Small devourer, squealed and latched firstly to his legs.
Their teeth spiraled and locked in place, releasing a light tint of burgundy red that soon got sucked in by the filtration system.
He kicked and they bit harder, suckling like plagued leaches savouring a last meal.
About twenty littered his body, several having tunneled through the cast and through into his flesh.
Struggling was futile and reckless, only resulting in more firm a grip by the small creatures.
Bloodsucking vampires was what they was, draining any threats that came across their paths...and he was their target.

Never the less he pounded against the glass, demanding and wailing for release regardless of the agony he was putting himself through.

Tomura laughed and looked to his companion at the panel who stared blankly at the pleading boy.

"Shut him up will you" Tomura smiled, Mist nodding.

Another batch was released as did another electrified current, more and more latching against his neck, back, chest and legs as he screamed in utter pain.
The pounding became less impulsive, mere exhausted strokes of the glass until finally he ceased to react, still trembling.
Panicked air pockets became minimised to shivering exhalations.

Silence...yet a complete success.

Step one was complete...soon they will have their master back with them, the master that was untimely ripped from their hands.

All For One will soon be theirs.

"Hehehe...now we start production of our new army... tonight we mark our rebellion!"