Echoes of heroes, Invincible x Ocs

Captured

Nagisa runs away still slightly crying and then finds a bench and just flops down onto it and then feels his phone start buzzing

Nagisa: oh it's Cecil

He accepts the call

Cecil: don't worry kid we've already got people sorting it out

Nagisa: So I guess you already know

Cecil: Yeah it happened with your father a couple of times

Nagisa: It's been a couple of times for me never that bad though

Cecil: Apart from the kids you hurt did anyone else see you

Nagisa: No it was a pretty private thing

Cecil: I see so how'd it happen

Nagisa: I think I just finally snapped

Cecil: Ugh yeah I can see that happening, those kids we talked too about it where definitely jerks, using words like monster and freak I mean who talks to someone else like that

Nagisa nods: so do my parents no

Cecil: No and they don't need too, we've covered it up but if it happens again then they'll need too

Nagisa: fair enough so-

Cecil: Huh kid, 'Nagisa doesn't respond' KID!

The phone hits the ground

In the dimly lit chamber of the villain's lair, Nagisa woke. He had a massive headache, his body protesting every movement as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings.

Nagisa: Where... where am I?

His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper as it echoed through the cold, unforgiving space. But there was no answer, only the eerie silence of his surroundings, broken only by the faint sound of dripping water.

Nagisa's heart pounded in his chest as he strained against the chains that bound him, his muscles protesting with every futile attempt to break free. Panic surged through him like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf him in its icy grip as he searched desperately for any sign of escape.

But there was none to be found.

Villain: Welcome, dear boy, to your new home.

The voice sent shivers down Nagisa's spine, a chill wind that cut through the stifling air like a knife. He turned to face his captors, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of the sinister figures that loomed over him like vultures, their eyes gleaming with malice and cruelty.

Nagisa: Let me go! You have no right to keep me here!

But his protests fell upon deaf ears, drowned out by the sinister laughter of his tormentors as they circled around him like predators, their intentions clear in the twisted smiles that adorned their faces.

Villain: Oh, but we do, dear boy. You see, we have plans for you—big plans.

Nagisa's blood ran cold at the realization of his predicament, his mind racing as he sought a way to escape the clutches of his captors. But with each passing moment, the chains that bound him grew tighter, cutting off any hope of freedom.

And then the torture began.

The villains wasted no time in subjecting Nagisa to unspeakable horrors, their sadistic glee evident in every blow, every scream that tore from his throat. They prodded and poked, searching for the trigger that would unleash Naga's ferocity upon the world.

Nagisa: Stop! Please, stop!

His cries echoed off the walls of the chamber, desperate and pleading as he fought against the pain. But the villains paid no heed, their laughter ringing in his ears as they continued their relentless assaul.

Naga: Pathetic,

The voice echoed in Nagisa's mind, a chilling reminder of the monster that lurked within him.

Naga: Look at you, cowering like a frightened child. Where is your strength now?

The words cut deep, striking at the heart of Nagisa's resolve as he struggled to resist the darkness that threatened to consume him. But even as his vision blurred and his consciousness began to fade, he clung to the faint glimmer of hope that burned within him like a beacon in the darkness.

Nagisa: Shut up!

For he knew that no matter how dire his circumstances may seem, he would never give up—not as long as there was still breath left in his body, still a spark of defiance in his soul.

And so Nagisa endured, his spirit unbroken, his resolve unwavering, as he faced the darkest hour of his life with courage and determination.

For he was Nagisa, and he would never be broken.

Nagisa's body convulsed with agony as the torture continued unabated, his screams reverberating off the walls of the chamber like a symphony of despair. Each blow was a dagger to his soul, each moment of torment a testament to the cruelty of his captors.

Nagisa: Please... make it stop...

His voice was a hoarse whisper, barely audible amidst the cacophony of pain that engulfed him. But his pleas fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the sadistic laughter of his tormentors as they reveled in his suffering.

The darkness within him surged, a primal force that threatened to consume him whole. Nagisa fought against it with every fiber of his being, but with each passing moment, it grew stronger, its insidious whispers urging him to embrace the darkness, to let it consume him completely.

Naga: Give in, little one. Embrace the darkness that lies within you. It is your true nature.

The voice echoed in Nagisa's mind, a seductive whisper that promised release from the pain and suffering that engulfed him. For a moment, he wavered, teetering on the brink of oblivion as the darkness threatened to consume him.

But then, with a fierce determination born of desperation, Nagisa pushed back against the darkness, his willpower burning bright amidst the darkness that threatened to engulf him. He refused to surrender, refused to give his captors the satisfaction of seeing him broken.

And so he endured, his body battered and broken, his spirit battered but unbroken. For he knew that as long as there was still breath in his body, still a spark of defiance in his soul, he would never give up the fight.

For he was Nagisa, and he would never be broken.

At least that's what he kept telling himself

Nagisa: (it is true right? I can make it through this)

The villains keep on laughing

Villains: I can hear what you're thinking kid, I guess we'll see who breaks first, will we give up? or will you become our weapon of destruction?

And that's a wrap

Ooh this is what Nagisa was talking about all those times