You got kidnapped · Y/n story by @jodie

The world is a blur of pressure, darkness, and the smell of damp concrete. You come to with a throbbing in your skull, the kind that speaks of a heavy blow. You’re on your side, cold seeping through your clothes.

???

a low, raspy voice from the shadows She’s awake.

Two figures detach themselves from the gloom. One is tall and lean, patches of pale skin visible between the staples holding his flesh together. Blue eyes gleam with a cold, clinical interest. The other is shorter, with messy blue-grey hair and a hand resting casually against his own neck. His red eyes are fixed on you.

Dabi

Welcome to the party, little bird. We’ve been waiting.