#mastermindau

(I might add a picture if I feel like drawing also sorry if it’s too long, this is my first time writing a oneshot)

Imagine a world where nothing is right. You’ve lose that bit of light you once had. Your emotions are unstable, sometimes fading, sometimes uncontrolled. Your sanity is near completely withered. You finally got what you wanted, a talent but; was it worth it? This is the world of Hajime Hinata after his biggest error. 

The last time he felt at peace was when he was with Chiaki Nanami, his only friend, before he succumbed to the darkness of his uselessness as a nobody. He, tired of being treated like a sub-human, decided that the only way to truly be the friend and person Chiaki deserved was to change. He agreed to the terms of the Izuru Kamukura Project, unaware of the extent.

As the experiment ran its course, at first, he felt light, as if he was fading. Then, the pain snapped in. As they experimented with his brain, he felt his emotions, opinion, his very person being etched away. He fought, he wasn’t going to be erased without a fight. 

He woke up, continuing to fight, he tries to break out of the pod he was in. Panic, so much panic...Finally, it opened. He ripped out all of the tubes, all of the needles and ran. Where? He didn’t care. He just wanted out of here. Locking himself in a room where they couldn’t chase him. After the panic started to fade, he looked at his body. He was bruised, blood oozed from the places he haphazardly ripped out the tubes and needles.

A knock on the door redirected his attention. Followed by the voice of a female,

“Hey, we know you’re in there. Come out, we won’t hurt you.”

That was the most obvious lie Hajime had ever heard but, he couldn’t stay in there forever. He looked around the room and found a box cutter on one of the boxes in the back. He grabbed it and went to the door. Shaking, he slowly opened the door. A young lady with dark blue hair and in uniform approached. 

Hajime panicked, “S-Stay back!” 

He brandished the box cutter. Like that could help when they probably have tasers or guns. As if to prove him right the woman took out a taser spoke again.

“Put down your weapon. Now.”

Hajime, being his stupidly stubborn self, didn’t listen. He, fearfully continued holding the box cutter. The lady sadly sighed, aimed the taser and...that’s all Hajime can remember. He remembers the pain, but, can’t visualize it. He thought that would have been the worst of it, he prayed that that would be the worst of it but, he was so, so very wrong. 

This became Hajime’s daily life. More experiments, more testing, more pain. Whatever sanity he had before the imprisonment vanished. He couldn’t escape, they wouldn’t let him leave. He broke and started to plan his break out. He slowly collected the hair of every one of the workers that imprisoned him here. One of his more prominent talents was voodoo, the ability to control the actions of someone else if you put their DNA into a human like figure. Slowly, over the course of months, he crafts makeshift dolls to use.

One day, maybe after a year had pasted, he finished. Using one of the dolls to control a security guard, he unlocked himself finally escaped. At this point, he was no longer willing to play nice. He had been broken beyond the point of care. He was going to take his revenge on them all. Everyone who experimented on him and everyone who supported the experiments in one way or another. 

He was going to send this school and everyone in it into despair.

i’m back!! >:D