Rated M. I own nothing. I am so glad you are enjoying this! XD It is going to be a little creepy.

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Glassy eyes, much like that of a broken doll, glitter under the sickly pale-yellow light of the room. An eerie and empty smile adorned a face that seems to hold far too much glee, despite the putrid background of rotting.

'Father' was busy with his work.

-Good girls do not interrupt. -

Deku, the infamous 'Spider', had learned, when she was such an impetuous and obstinate thing, that 'Father's work was of the utmost importance. If he could even hear the proverbial pin drop in a room, she would be punished. But no, no, she was such a well-behaved dear now. Father even said so.

Her green eyes flicker briefly to the door. Seeing the door causes her grin to grow wider. Much like the twisted dream like fragments of the times that embarrassed her so. The times before dear 'Father' trai- disciplined her to be better than she was.

She was such a timid thing then, but now -oh now- she longs to play with others. Her teeth grind silently, lips scarred heavily from biting, sliver lines that give her appearance a more maniacal tinge, as she patiently waits. She feels it, the need -burning want- to show another impertinent Hero what 'Father' thinks of their ilk.

A gloved hand moves, and her gaze is riveted to it, like a person whose very life hangs in the balance. She internally giggles.

'Well, someone's life does', she admits to herself coyly. 'Father' has been so busy lately, he will need her help.

-Good girls always help their Fathers-

Yes, yes. She will be good. Is good. She knows exactly what the consequences are when she wasn't. But she was much quieter now. Hardly a sound would escape. Jarring wails that once could have raised the dead because soundless open-mouthed barring of teeth. Like an animal that feared the reprisal of its master over the pain.

Her head twitches to the side. The dying gasp of another distracts her momentarily within these walls where time has no meaning for her. At least, not the future. Her future is all 'Father's will.

Crazed green eyes blink owlishly at the gloved hand, as it lowers, a brief sense of disappointment fills her, before she squashes it. Mercilessly. Like she had that silly

"I think," 'Father' said stoically, after a moment, "that I need something to lift my spirits.'

She reflexively swallows, beginning to giggle in an unholy manner.

"Be a Good girl," he continues, "and fetch me something."

The Spider slowly melts into the shadows, her laughter bouncing off the walls. Limp bodies and 'Father' are the only ones to see her go.

It was time now, to play again.

Her footsteps are soundless as she moves deeper through the winding corridors that lead to places where 'Father' keeps others. Ones he has sent Deku to catch. Or ones that didn't have the common sense to die before she brought them back.

Some like how… weak… she used to be. Some not. It didn't matter much, for when 'Father; was done, they would be glorious. As they always were.

Her hands twitch, mechanically, some part of her mind recalls all the ones that think they could look to her for mercy.

The giggling continues, as if the very darkness itself finds the matter exceedingly amusing.

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Katsuki doesn't know what sears at his soul more. Inko's face, or Deku's…

Izuku. Izuku fucking Midoryia. The girl whom had cried at everything. When he took her note books or wouldn't play with her. When a bee had stung her, or when she'd fallen on the steps at school. The girl was forever leaking like a cry-baby.

Now his thoughts maliciously questioned him. They wondered, as he did, how many tears she had shed because of what that bastard had done to her. It makes his stomach twist, and he can feel the bile build in his throat, before he swallows it down.

When he closes his eyes, he sees the pictures. The fucking sick, twisted, vile, and just plain evil pictures. What sort of sick fuck could do that? Would do that? And worse still, enjoyed it. The way in which he had treated Izuku, and how he had sadistically shown her mother. There was not a shred of doubt in his mind that the bastard had enjoyed every moment.

A hero is taught, that every life is precious and that they should strive to save even the villains. However, Katsuki cannot help but wonder if the world was better off by keeping someone like that alive. What good could come from that?

How… how would he ever be able to look at her mother in the eyes again?

She'd asked him to kill the bastard, and he would. Even though he should feel some sort of moral conflict over being willing to go to such a length…. He…. couldn't.

His hands fist at his sides and he unfurls them again. Tonight, he would start planning on how to put the son of a bitch that did this to her, down.

Tonight, he would focus on giving her the one thing he had never given her before.

His help.

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-Silence is golden.-

She coos in her thoughts, as her lankly limbs, unfurled and her hands came up to the space where nothing seemed to exist.

Oh, but something did!

'Naughty, naughty,' she thought as she felt the warm explode under her finger tips. Then came the ear-splitting shriek of pain.

My goodness! What a noisy little thing. In truth, had Deku been anyone else, this heroine might have lived.

Most likely.

She adored that part too. This one would deny her the look. That precious moment where all hope fled and only a broken spirit remained. Such a meanie! But it didn't matter.

Mirth fills her as the crimson liquid gushed down her thumbs. She could feel the futile attempts of the heroine to push her off, to fight and claw for survival. She ignores the sting, as her cheek exposed a long gash, almost apropos of nothing.

It is so much better this way. She revels in the terror, even as her ear drums threaten to rupture as her 'playmate' reaches new decibels.

She licks scarred lips in anticipation, pulling the struggling and desperate creature closer to her.

"Come into my parlor," Deku sing-songs in a crooning tone that is as broken and gut-twisting as the other Hero that she came to play with on this night of inky-darkness.

The dim glow of the lights from outside the walls serve as a bitter reminder of just how close this one was to freedom.

-Good Girls finish what they start-

Thumbs, flesh and bone, dig in further to the wet, warm, sockets they have found. Even in their fun darkness, her teeth gleam wickedly.

"The little-bity hero, came out to play," She continued as her playmate struggled more frantically.

She knows how the song ends. Soon, her 'friend' will know the ending too. Her messy green hair peeked out playfully from behind her mask.

"Tired to hide, and instead died, oh what a day!"

OH! The gurgling had begun. Was she choking on her own blood? Hm… no, no…the girl needed to sing with her.

They were 'friends' after all. She was the newest playmate. She eased the pressure of her thumbs, momentarily. Just enough for the other to hope.

"N-…no, pl-"

The insanity swirled thicker inside emerald-colored obs. How precious! How delightful! Now to make her sing.

"Out popped her eyes, even though she tried to say-"

"No, no!"

Deftly, Deku flicked her thumbs outward, in a well-practiced scooping motion that hooked the gelatinous blobs and-

"AH!" A long and heart-wrenching scream followed. The purest form of pain and terror. Better. So much better.

She has much more fun when her 'playmates' sing with her.

"And another hero in death with lay."

The cackle of laughter, a haunting and horrid sound, echoes in time with primal scream that was cut abruptly short. The jarring force as she plunges her thumbs all the way in. The forward momentum she uses as she lunges, forcing them both to the floor.

It only takes a moment, and then her playmate is done.

The 'Spider' moved fluidly, away from the now cooling corpse. She wiped the bits of blood and gray matter from her hands. Hm.. so she was only invisible as long as her skin was intact. Sightless brown eyes dangle from their respective optic nerves.

Her neck pops as she cranes it at an almost unnatural angle. What plaything should she take from this one?

-Good Girls do NOT traipse around naked-

She brings a finger to her lips and traces the scars as she giggles openly. With such precious little to actually take from a naked woman…

Her giggles morphed into a full-blown belly-chuckle of sinister laughter.

"I see you," she mimed spreading and closing her fingers. Like one would in an innocent game of peek-a-boo.

"We'll be the best of friends" She hummed, plucking one moist, blood orb, and snapping off the little bit that tethered it to the body. Her muscles were wound tight, exhilaration from their play still thrumming though her veins as she glanced back at the now single eye suspended in what seemed to be the air.

"And one for 'Father'."

Twisted hands reached for the other unseeing-eye. Yes, this would make 'Father's spirits brighten!

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His friends are dying.

By her hand of all things. She keeps killing them and there is nothing more that Katsuki wants, then to stop her. Yet guilt burns at his gut and wraps like a vise around his heart. It is his fault. All his fault that they are dead. Even if he wasn't the one to kill them, he might as well have for letting Izuku fall into the hands of that monster.

To become a monster herself.

First Iida, then Crimson Riot, and now Tooru. How the hell had 'The Spider' even seen her? She was a master of infiltration and stealth. His crimson gaze caught sight of the other Alumni of their Hero class as they somberly sat through her memorial service.

Why though, why the hell had she taken Tooru's eyes? What could she possibly need them for? He felt his palms began to sweat, his rage and worry were boiling inside of him. He had to find her. Even if it meant being a reckless little shit, like he used to be. He was a fucking high-ranking hero!

And the thought of having to end Izuku Midoryia was nearly untenable. There could be no redemption for someone that far gone. One who now craved the savagery they created. She had come to life with gut-wrenching laughter and twisted songs.

When he saw Inko again, would he be able to hold his head high, as he told her what happened? No. He would never tell her at all. This couldn't be Deku. She would never believe it. Katsuki could scarcely believe it and he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

The thing, that Izuku had become.

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Through the cracks, emerald orbs watch.

They are leading in the newest playthings of 'Father'. She knows what happens. Knows the dull thud of flesh hitting steel. The way their bones snap like dry twigs with enough pressure. How their skin will be stretched taught over their skeletons, soon enough.

Her messy hair is tousled, and the cut on her cheek is itching to the point where she digs what remains of her fingernails into her own arms and pulls. Flesh gives way, like it always does.

'Father' will be calling shortly. A few days at most.

She must be a very good girl.

Her gaze catches that of the silver-haired boy that 'Father' occasionally keeps around. Deku has never learned his name. But the dislike between them was instant. However, to her credit, she smile for him, the visible eye's skin crinkles slightly as she grins eerily in the darkness. She knows he cannot see it, but she is making the effort.

-She must be good-

Even if she would never play with the boy father so enjoys the quirk of. Deku has seen it, witnessed what he does. 'Father' finds his talent fascinating.

She is not of the same opinion. All Might was much better, and despite her current 'up bringing', she is still a large fan of the Hero. Some part of her, mostly dead and forgotten, feels a vague pang when she sees him. He reminds her of something, perhaps? Now she has the chains, and the comfort of the way her bones crack and her muscles tense.

The indistinct thought passes swiftly, of Katsuki Bakugou. She wonders in the deepest recesses of her mind how well he is playing with her friends. If he has even met up with them yet. The corpses should have cooled long ago.

A silent cackle of glee falls from her lips as she witnesses the Silver-haired boy shudder slightly. She had the feeling he was afraid of Spiders.

And, he should be.