Strings (BNHA x OC) [Rewrite]

20 || Tartarus

When the armored van that was transporting Puppet stopped, the two guards sitting with her in the back took somewhat gentle but still firm holds on her arms and stood her up. They walked her out of the van and onto solid ground.

She looked around, finding herself and the guards to be right at the gates of Tartarus Prison.

The two guards walked her through the gates and into the secure prison. After checking in at a very sophisticated front desk, they walked through what seemed to be countless different hallways and corridors until they finally stopped at a very plain-looking white door. One of the guards opened it by pressing a keycard to a scanner, and once the door opened, they walked her inside.

The room was an interrogation room. There was a single table in the room and on each side was a chair. On one side of the table, there was a small metal slab, just big enough for someone to place their hands on.

Puppet was walked over to the side of the table with the metal slab and sat down in the chair that was there.

"Put your hands up on the table," she was instructed by one of the guards.

She rolled her eyes, but placed her hands on the surface of the table regardless — right on top of the metal slab.

One of the guards pressed a button on the rim of the table and the cuffs around the villain's hands were instantly locked down onto the slab by a magnetic force. She gave a testing pull against the force, but found that she couldn't so much as shift her hands against the slab.

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It took about five minutes for the door of the interrogation room to open, and other people walked in.

In walked a man with short, dark brown hair dressed in a light brown suit and pants with a black tie. Following him were a cat-headed officer and two heroes: Eraser Head and Endeavor. Each one of them had identifying badges hanging from lanyards around their necks.

As the erasure hero walked in, Puppet flashed a crooked grin at him, which was quickly ignored. That slightly irked her.

Eraser Head stationed himself by the door while Endeavor went to the opposite side of the room and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. The man in the light brown suit sat in the chair at the table opposite of Puppet.

"Just get on with the questions, Tsukauchi," Endeavor said to the man.

Tsukauchi nodded, placing a notepad along with a pen onto the table. "Right."

The detective pulled a small recording device from his pocket and set it on the table, pressing the record button.

"My name is Naomasa Tsukauchi. I am a detective of the police force and will be asking you some questions," he stated. "This conversation is being recorded and I encourage you to answer my questions both truthfully and in a timely manner.
"First things first; I will give you a choice to admit your identity before we remove your mask."

So they plan to take off my mask and reveal my identity? She snorted. Surely they didn't think it would be that simple.

"Yeah, no," she responded smugly, leaning as far back in her chair as the restraints would allow.

"That's your choice. Time to see who's behind that mask." Tsukauchi stood up from his seat and leaned over the table, reaching out towards Puppet's mask. She met him halfway, and allowed him to remove it from her face.

Everyone in the room looked at the black-and-white villain's now visible face, studying her features. No one in the room could identify her on the spot.