What happened?... why are my hands warm and sticky-

"Hey, put your hands where I can see!" No, it wasn't me.... I know it wasn't me! It can't be me! How could I do something like this? It doesn't feel right, I need to wash it off...

"Come on! We won't ask again, put your hands up!" You guys have it all wrong... I didn't do it... I didn't, I didn't, I didn't...

"Hang on sir, it's a kid" am I? I think I'm a kid... why are you in my head?!

How did I get my hands so sticky? I need to scratch it. So icky and scratchy...

Who am I? What's my name? Who are my parents? Do I have any? Why am I muttering like this? What's going on? Why is there ringing in my ear?

"Hey kid, are you o-" yuck, something warm just splashed on me....

Lifting up my head, the police car lights covered a white haired man and some sort of smokey creature with bright yellow eyes in red and blue.

"Hello there young boy? Why are you crying?" I like his voice. It sounds nice. Nicer then... Why am I crying?

"I... I don't know" rubbing my nose, that sticky stuff got all over my face.

"Hmn... how old are you?"

"...I don't know" everything is so fuzzy right now... shut up! Why won't these voices go away "cou... could you help me? My head hurts..."

"What is your you name, child?"

"I don't have one"

"Allow me to change that then," why is he holding out his hand? Is he going to hurt me too? Is he going to take me out of here? Maybe I should go with him, I don't want to feel sticky anymore.

Grabbing his hand, I flinched when he picked me up and held me in his arm. He was all warm and gentle... but he kinda felt cold and mean too...

"There is no need to be afraid my boy, after all... I am here" that sounds nice. I like that. It sounds familiar. The words continued to echo in a loud voice "Kurogiri, take us back. We have another toy to play with"

What does he mean by that?

Knocking on the door, I hoped the doc wouldn't throw a beaker at me again. My quirk only works so fast.

With no answer, I knocked again. I really need this medicine, seeing as I ran the fuck out of the batch.

"Come in" Walking in, the putrid smell of alcohol stung my nose again. He really should clean up, I'm still stepping on the broken glass from last time.

"Ah Izuku, ran out already? I have the next batch ready, but these have to last the week. No need for you to know the rest of the details"

"How the hell am I supposed to make these last a week when they hardly work in the first place?" Doc didn't even bother looking at me when I talked. "Block out the voices ,my ass, it hardly even dulls them anymore."

"Like I said, no need for you to know the rest of the details. Just come back once the week is over." Oh well, what's a bastard like me to do? Maybe I should do that tonight? I shouldn't get caught, haven't yet so why would I now.

Besides, Master doesn't like me hanging around this place much anyways. Why, I have no fucking clue but that's just fine with me.

But I should do something to Shigaraki before I leave. Maybe the explosive lip balm I have in my desk drawer somewhere? I've had that thing waiting for over a year. Better now then never!