[Faceless clones surround him, but treat him as if he doesn't exist. It's enough to make anyone go mad, and Katsuki isn't sure if he already has because he doesn't remember life before this. It's easy for the days to blend just as much as the carbon copy homes, but one day in a surge of anger he accidentally discovered something he could do. He left the counter damaged with singed hole, the only reminder that this place wasn't real. He wasn't sure what this place was. It was almost like a prison, built by some...what? Villain?
Those only existed in comics.
But he's practiced since then, and none of the fakes seem to notice or care because he avoids them. He stands somewhere he estimates to be the center of the place, giving it one last l--]
Fuck this shit, I'm out.
[The explosions flare up, building in power, as he throws them in every direction of the godawful suburb without discrimination. Clearly he's not taking any bystanders into account. Why should he? They're not real. Nothing in this place is.]
Do it for the Vine.
I'm glad these weeds are real. It makes murdering them that much easier!
[Grabbing onto the vine that has shot out to restrain his leg, Bakugo places his palm on it, the plant tissue bursting apart into a charred husk and ashes. Before the next one can grab him, he's flown up in the air, hovering over the crumbling land. The area's dense, making it hard to discern where the beach begins, but that's where he's headed, so he picks a direction, taking higher ground and vaulting over branches as he does a weird mix of aerial parkour to avoid the vines.]
Katsuki Bakugo | My Hero Academia | Will match format
[Faceless clones surround him, but treat him as if he doesn't exist. It's enough to make anyone go mad, and Katsuki isn't sure if he already has because he doesn't remember life before this. It's easy for the days to blend just as much as the carbon copy homes, but one day in a surge of anger he accidentally discovered something he could do. He left the counter damaged with singed hole, the only reminder that this place wasn't real. He wasn't sure what this place was. It was almost like a prison, built by some...what? Villain?
Those only existed in comics.
But he's practiced since then, and none of the fakes seem to notice or care because he avoids them. He stands somewhere he estimates to be the center of the place, giving it one last l--]
Fuck this shit, I'm out.
[The explosions flare up, building in power, as he throws them in every direction of the godawful suburb without discrimination. Clearly he's not taking any bystanders into account. Why should he? They're not real. Nothing in this place is.]
Do it for the Vine.
I'm glad these weeds are real. It makes murdering them that much easier!
[Grabbing onto the vine that has shot out to restrain his leg, Bakugo places his palm on it, the plant tissue bursting apart into a charred husk and ashes. Before the next one can grab him, he's flown up in the air, hovering over the crumbling land. The area's dense, making it hard to discern where the beach begins, but that's where he's headed, so he picks a direction, taking higher ground and vaulting over branches as he does a weird mix of aerial parkour to avoid the vines.]