As soon as he opened the door, a foul stench filled my nose. Though I hadn't smelt too many smells at the time that I've been alive, I could tell that it was the smell of a room that hadn't been opened in years. Opening the window, I dissolved the parent figures that I had generated. As soon as I did, I collapsed from exhaustion of overusing my quirks. With teleporting and generating such huge objects, then to top it off, to make them speak and to translate it into Japanese, it was all too much. It was too much for my five year old body to handle. Not too long after I collapsed, I fell asleep.
I woke to the sound of people yelling, which was very familiar. As I opened my eyes, I remembered that the window was still open, so I pulled myself together and got up to shut it. Turning to look at my new house, I looked to the kitchen and noticed that it will do just fine since I already know how to cook. Walking around, I found myself in the bedroom.
As I did, I whispered to myself, "Wow, what a big bedroom. I didn't have one this size back home."
That hell hole that you still call "home" isn't your home anymore. It's just a memory now, so don't call it "home" ever again. This is your new home.
I responded to myself as I walked out of the bedroom towards the bathroom, "You're right."
As I peeked into the bathroom I notice that it wasn't like one that I had ever seen. The toilet had a sink on top of the tank and the washer and dryer were next to it while the shower and tub were in a little side room across from the dryer. Turning around, I went back to the main room and stood at the window, looking out over the new area that I will now call home. I could see a set of train tracks and a few stores while the other buildings were dilapidated looking houses along with other cheap apartments. I turned around to look at my new home yet again. It looked a little dingy, then I proceeded to generate a broom and a mop.
Just as I did so, I realized that I didn't have the books that I was forced to read back in America. They were the only things that I could read, so I then quickly teleported back to the house and grabbed the set of encyclopedias that were in a box labeled 'Stuff Y/N can use'. Quickly I got out of there and placed the box on the counter in the kitchen for the time being.
Why the hell did you take those? You were forced to read dictionaries. It wasn't easy for you to read them, yet now you decide to take them? Though, I'm stuck in your head, I don't understand you at times.
Picking up the broom, I started sweeping, starting in the bedroom. As I did so, I replied to myself, "I suppose that it helps better my vocabulary."
You do have a point.
"How did you get in my head?" I asked.
Oh, you'll see when you get older.
I thought to myself, 'How vague.' and continued to sweep.
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Heroes Need Saving Too (BNHAxReader)
FanfictionA teenage girl who has a troubled past has to become the number one hero in order to prove that she is not what her past makes her seem to be. So, what if I were to tell you that a hero has to save other people, but there is no one to save that hero...
