Strings (BNHA x OC) [Rewrite]

23 || Reveal

Puppet ventured around the new hideout, exploring the unfamiliar place. Unlike her comrades who had all started looking around the first floor, she had quickly gone all the way up to the third to work her way downwards.

The third floor in its entirety was one long hallway lined with doors. Each side of the hallway had seven rooms; the two rooms closest to the end of the hallway were both bathrooms, and they weren't in that bad of shape either. All the other rooms were bedrooms.

She had made her way to the bedroom on the right side at the end of the hall. It looked the same as all the rest of the bedrooms on the floor; a small room with a single bed and a window. She figured that she was probably going to claim the room for herself.

She heard footsteps out in the hallway, catching her attention. She poked her head out into the hallway, looking to see who it was. She found Mr. Compress making his way down the hall.

He spotted her looking at him. "Ah, my dear. I was looking for you."

"Okay, well, I'm here," she said back.

He walked over and into the room that she was in.

"I'm sorry, Puppet," he quickly confessed. Sighing, he pulled her into a hug. She let him, realizing that he likely felt awful about leaving her behind to fight off dozens of heroes alone.

"It gave me a scare when Hawks said you were 'buying us time,'" he told.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, Atsuhiro," she apologized. "I was the one who was in the best position to put myself between our group and the heroes."

"I just worry that I won't see you again," he admitted.

"We're villains, that's always a risk."

Interrupting them, Mr. Compress' phone started to ring and he pulled it out from his pocket. He pressed the accept call button and put it up to his ear.

"Find Puppet and get to the main room," Shigaraki's voice said simply through the speaker of the phone, then he abruptly hung up.

Mr. Compress sighed. "Well I suppose we must go."

Puppet's lip quirked. "I guess so."

——

All of the League members had made their way back to the main room, all drawn by the allure of the one lingering question that hovered in each of their minds.

Dabi looked at Puppet. "So, why not tell us your name since they took your mask and revealed your identity in Tartarus?" he suggested.

"Well they never figured out my identity, they only took my mask and saw my face," she corrected. "They ran my face through a scanner and couldn't find me."

"You'll still tell us though, right?" Toga asked, her tone hopeful.

Puppet sighed. "Yeah, fine."

All of them listened in, eager to hear the secret she had kept hidden from them for so long.

"My real name is Charlotte," she revealed.

"But that's—" Toga started but was cut off by Puppet.

"American. I know." The black-and-white sighed, prepared to be bombarded with questions.

"You're from America?" Hawks asked.

"Originally, yes."

"Well, why'd you come here?" Magne asked.