Strings (BNHA x OC) [Rewrite]

28 || Black String Stitches

"You're too good! I know you cheated!" Twice yelled at Toga—who was no longer disguised as Eraser Head—as he threw his hand of cards down onto the table.

Toga grinned. "I know."

She turned and looked at Mr. Compress, who was sitting on the couch in the middle of the room. "Hey, magic man, wanna play?"

"No thank you, Toga," Mr. Compress politely turned her down.

Toga puffed out her cheeks in a playful pout. "Fine."

"So how 'bout Eraser Head? He seemed pretty messed up after what you did to him." Twice looked over at Puppet who was sitting at another small table in the room along with Kurogiri. "You think he'll die?"

"No, it was only a small gash," Mr. Compress pointed out. "Though, there is the possibility of it getting infected."

Kurogiri looked at Puppet. "I would think it a good idea to treat his wound."

"I agree." Mr. Compress backed up Kurogiri, also looking towards the black-and-white villain.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll go stitch him up."

"You'll want these." Kurogiri placed a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and a rag onto the table. "And you might want this for our loud guest." He pulled out a syringe filled with a clear liquid and added it to the things for Puppet to take. She recognized the syringe as one that looked identical to the one she had used to capture Present Mic, meaning that it was a sedative.

She gathered the materials and walked off to the room that imprisoned the two heroes.

——

"Why are you here?" Eraser Head growled as the door opened and Puppet stepped into the room.

"Because I was told to stitch you up," she replied, kicking the door closed behind her. She pointed to Present Mic. "And you're going to stay quiet. In fact, since you can't seem to hold your tongue, I have just the thing to help."

Puppet walked up to the voice hero and held up the syringe that Kurogiri gave her.

"Puppet, get away from him." There was clear warning in Eraser Head's tone.

"You can't do anything to stop me, so don't try," she replied calmly.

Present Mic sat all the way back in his chair, backing as far away from the villain as he could as she reached out towards him.

She rolled up one of his sleeves slightly, exposing his forearm. Sticking the needle into his arm, she injected him with the sedative. She wasn't rough with the needle, but she wasn't exactly gentle either; he still cringed at the slight pain.

Puppet pulled the needle away and placed her hand under Present Mic's jaw. She tilted his head up, forcing him to look at her.

A familiar sensation washed over him — dreadful and nauseating. His vision swam and his muscles loosened. The feeling of sleep became increasingly alluring as it called for him to succumb.

"Goodnight, Mic," she said sweetly as his eyes began to droop closed.

After about ten more seconds, Present Mic's eyes closed completely and his head bobbed forward as he slipped from consciousness.

"That was a sedative." Eraser Head meant it as a question.

Puppet scoffed, turning to him. "Yes, it was a sedative. It's the same thing we used to get you here."

She walked up to the erasure hero, pulling the bottle of rubbing alcohol from her pocket and setting it down at the foot of his chair. She took hold of his jaw and forced his head to the side, though it didn't require much force as he submitted to her will out of both exhaustion and hope that things wouldn't get much worse if he did.

She lifted the small rag in her hand and used it to clean the blood still on his face. Once the blood was cleaned, she released his jaw and picked up the bottle of rubbing alcohol, popping the cap open. She poured a small amount of the liquid onto the rag then placed the bottle back down.

She pushed his face to the side again and pressed the rag against the still-open cut. He hissed at the stinging pain and reflexively jerked his head away.

"Oh hush, just deal with it for a minute," she scolded. She placed her hand on the opposite side of his head to hold it in place and put the rag back over the cut again, disinfecting the small wound.

"Be thankful — I could just let this get infected and watch you be in pain," she told him as she placed the rag down and pulled her sewing needle out of her sleeve. Using her quirk, she produced a single string from her fingertip and easily threaded it through the needle.

"Do you know what you're doing?" he questioned skeptically as he eyed the needle in her hand. He knew he didn't really have another option, but he was still wary.

Puppet sighed, slightly rolling her eyes.

"Quit worrying, I've done it enough times to know it's effective." She rolled up one of her sleeves to her elbow, revealing the skin of her arm. There were a few scars on her skin, each stitched back together by black strings.

Eraser Head eyed the scars. She stitches her own wounds back together?

"Welcome to the world of villainy; we can't get medical attention so we do it ourselves." She rolled her sleeve back down and gave a slight shrug. "Take Dabi for example, he's stapled himself back together in the past."

She bent down next to him and once again placed her hand on the right side of his face to keep his head in place. She lifted the needle and pierced through the flesh around his wound and started sewing it back together.

Eraser Head flinched and cringed as she worked.

Puppet let go of the side of his head, now using both her hands to work more proficiently on sewing his wound back together. "Hold your head still — this'll go quicker."

He obeyed and stiffened his neck, attempting to keep his head in one place for her.

She finished the stitchings and pulled back hard on the strings, tightening them and sealing the cut closed. Eraser Head grunted at the abrupt jerk of pain.

"I hate you," he muttered through gritted teeth.

"Yes, I'm well aware," she said back, "and I am perfectly content with that."

She tied the end of the string into a knot to hold the stitches in place and cut the excess string with one of her throwing knives. "There."

Puppet lightly ran her finger over the scar making sure the stitches were secure, and they were. Eraser Head cringed at the slight pain that lingered from her touch.

Satisfied with her work, she picked up the bottle of rubbing alcohol along with the rag and prepared to leave, making her way to the door.

"Wait," Eraser Head said in his natural, slightly commanding tone.

She turned around and faced him, patiently waiting to hear what he had to say.

He sighed. "Would you let me to speak with Hawks?"

"Why?" she questioned, her tone accusatory.

"I just want to speak with him."

She looked at him for a moment before she answered. "Fine. You'll get two minutes, that's it."

He was surprised that she complied with his request. She gave him so little time, but he knew that if he complained about it, she would decrease it even more. Though it would only be a few minutes, he was going to make the most of it.

Puppet opened the door and left the room, going to find Hawks.