Oozing Out (A MHA SI)

Prologue

Ode to the Heroic Tragedies

"Subject successfully retrieved. Appears to be thirteen years old." said a squeaky, sadistic voice

My skull throbbed painfully as I opened my eyes. Bright Lights blinded me as I tried to get a grip on my surroundings. I could barely figure out the fact that, not only was my sweater and shirt missing, but I was also strapped to a cold table, by slowly wiggling around.

"Is he quirkless?" asked a more professional sounding voice.

What? Quirkless? Why did that- Wait, test subject. WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON. Ok. Ok. Let's think for a moment. I was working on my fanfic. The butt cheek that is my dog was chilling next to me. I started yelling at my sister's cat to shut up because the little bitch wouldn't STOP FUCKING MEOWING! And then there was a blue flash of light, and then... and then… nothing. WHAT THE FUCK!

"He comes from a world without quirks. What do you think." the annoying voice replied snidely.

"Treat master with respect, you foolish ingrate. If it wasn't for the fact that your large intelligence doesn't stem from a quirk we would have killed you by now!" another gruff voice angrily told off the squeaky one.

I finally managed to open my eyes in front of me were three men, two of them were wearing lab coats, one in the back was covered in shadows, hiding his face. The other one looked like your stereotypical mad scientist. But it was the third man that caught my attention the most. For this man had no face, just a scarred, veiny head, and he was hooked up too untold amounts of medical equipment.

"Why you-!" started the mad scientist, stomping towards the shadowed man.

"Now, now. No need to fight, we are working together for the same goal are we not. Besides, our guest seems to be awake." the faceless man said, bringing the attention of the two others towards me.

I began to shake in fear. What the fuck. What the fuck, what the FUCK! This was not possible. Not possible at all. This shit is just some random crap we fanfic writers do for fun. One does not just end up in another universe. And I most certainly wasn't in front of FUCKING ALL FOR ONE! I was back in Canada, sitting in my chair hallucinating, yeah that's right, hallucinating. The mad scientist gained an evil grin. Oh fuck.

"Shall we proceed?" he asked All for One.

"We shall, no point in wasting time." The man replied.

With that, he reached out and touched me on the head.

"Now this will only hurt for a bit," he said.

And with that, my body new true

agony.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

And then darkness came and took my pain away.

When I awoke, I was still in darkness. Though this darkness was different, it was more purplish, if that makes any sense to you. There was a weird sensation too. It felt like I was swimming in gunk. I could barely move my… where's my arm… where's MY ARM! WHERE'S MY OTHER ARM! WHERE'S MY LEGS! WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON! This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real.

"Oh, it seems like the subject is awake now." I heard the mad scientist's voice from somewhere. I couldn't tell where.

Ohhhhhhhhh, it's real, it so very, very real. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"Hmmm, it seems that the subjects biomass is made up of very long molecular chains similar to polyethylene glycol, only longer and more ha, ha, sticky." I heard him chuckle maniacally, before beginning to mutter about science… things, I couldn't tell.

As he continued his rambling, I followed the sound of his maniacal voice until I hit a wall of glass. I started through the pane, wildly looking around the room I was now in. it was covered wall to wall in beakers, and various other containers filled with chemicals. Various machinery laid strewn about the room. I shook my head and began to move upwards, I don't know why I did it. I just felt like standing up then.

It was a struggle, my... Whatever I now had as a neck strained as I attempted to rise of whatever I was stuck in, it was very viscous. My eyes finally reached the top of the gunk I was in. and I saw that the glass wall that I bumped into was circular and went up several feet from where I was, it was capped off with a bolted down glass roof.

I began to stretch my head higher and higher, wiggling my way out of the stuff I was in. Finally, I managed to get all the way down to my waist out of the viscous material. I then looked forward and saw purple sludge monster, with solid jagged steel blue eyes. I reeled back and screamed, and so did the monster.

"

Á͟A̛A̡̡͘͜͟Á̢͡͡A̶̧̡͜͢A̢̨͜͝A̸̸͡À͝Á͘͘͞A͏̵̀͢A̡̕͞Á̶̛Ą́͢A̴̢͢Ą͞À̧̛Ą͢͠͝A̧̡͟À̧҉̵͠Ą̸͏̵A͞҉̶A͢҉̧͠Ą̵̢͡À͡A͝͝A͢҉Ą̕À̴̧̧͡Á́͞H̷H̴̨̨́H̵̵͘͏H̶̢H͜͞͞H̴H̶̡̀͞H͠҉H̷̵͟͞Ḩ҉̨H̡͜Ḩ҉̵͢!̵͏̶!̢!̧͝" both I and the… thing roared with fear, but there was one problem.

There was only one yell. That was my reflection. I

was the goop I was 'swimming' in before.

"Like the new you?" the mad scientist asked as he walked over to a nearby switch, "I have to say it suits you far better than the fat blob of a body you had before."

Į̧͘ ̶̛͜w͠a̴͞s҉̧r'͡t̛ ̸ȩ́͝v͟͟͏a͢͏n̕ ̢̨t͟͜ḩ͝a̕r ͞a̶̛͢t҉̸t̵t!" I yelled at him in a slurred tone, slamming my… body into the glass.

"Ooh-hu-hu-hu," he giggled like a madman, "feisty aren't you?" he asked me. "Anyways I'm Doctor Furīku, your new handler, I'll be training you to be my- oh I'm sorry I mean the bosses, little killing machine." he gave me a twisted grin. "Won't that be fun?"

I glared at him viciously before glaring down at the sludge that I now knew was me. I glared at it for so long, concentrating on the feeling that I had when I made the pole thing that my eyes now rested on. After a while two pairs of limbs managed to form for my sludge, they were like arms without hands. I turned back around and began to slam the limbs against the glass in the direction of the bastard that had dared to laugh at my situation.

"Hmmm, we can't have that now can we." he commented before pulling the switch down.

The only warning I got was a quiet hum of a nearby machine and the sound of static before I was shocked by lightning and knocked unconscious. It was only after I woke that I figured out another shocking thing. I didn't take a single breath throughout that whole exchange.

And that's how it went for a month. He trained me to use my new quirk. Torturing me with electricity whenever I back talked him or didn't do what he wanted me too correctly. You heard that right, I was listening to him, and he knew more about my quirk than I did. I didn't listen to him at first, but a few zaps and trying the things he told me to do when he wasn't around, and them actually working, convinced me to listen. After about a week and a half I stopped responding to his taunts, he figured I was learning to be a good pet. I just decided that listening to his ramble was a lesser evil than getting shocked. That's not to say I didn't try an escape either, but Furīku set up a system that whenever I banged on my glass prison too much, I'd get a big ass shock as my reward. Only responding to his quips in my head, helped me keep from going completely crazy. I still hated him with every fiber of my being through.

Listening to his ramblings were useful as well, as sometimes he'd say something about what my new quirk could do. Though most of the time he was talking about the 'gifts' his hands would bring into reality that he would pull from his 'brilliant mind.' It took me some time to actually decipher his words, as it was all science babble, but thank whatever god that exists for my loving of science; as I was barely able to figure it out each time he let something loose. I plotted my escape every day when I had the time, and what I would do to Furīku when I got out of here. I never came up with a solid plan though, just that I was going to hurt him good. And while it took some time I finally managed to remember what he had said when I first got here, I got deaged too thirteen! Needless to say, I was not happy that I would have too got through puberty again, I was nearly done with that shit! I never even got my G1.

Then, finally, after what I assumed was about a month, given from what I heard him say every time he examined me. I got my chance to escape. Furīku had just exited the room when the light flickered out.

"What's going on?!" I heard Furīku shout in his annoying as fuck shrill voice.

"Don't worry, a stupid hero just knocked down a power line while fighting a low-class villain, the backup generator will be up and running in a few seconds." a voice that belonged who I assumed was a guard responded.

With those words, the light went back on. But something important was missing. The low electric hum of the machines next to me that shock me wasn't present. I looked the machines and saw that they were one hundred percent off, whether they were short-circuiting, or the power turning off just caused them to turn off and that they now needed a reboot, I didn't care, it was time for me to escape.

I began to take a humanoid form. A lanky angular body, with small upper arms and upper legs that connected to bulkier forearms and forelegs, my hands were now sporting four thick claws, one of them acting as a thumb, my feet had three claws acting as toes, two on the front and one in the back. My head was, well think toothless from Httyd, but purplish, a lot more angular and with four purple triangles for fangs that descend for the top 'lip'. I looked down at my hands and began to 'clench', forcing the sludge to compress. It took some time, and when I was finally finished, I was bloody exhausted, but now my fists were hardened like stone, and smaller too. And that's all that matters. I began to punch the glass, over, and over, and over again. And after five grueling minutes of doing that, there was a crack, it was only half the size of a dime, but there was a

crack. I grinned, I was giddy as fuck. I could only just contain a mad giggle, I was ecstatic. I began to punch harder and faster. The small crack began to grow bigger and bigger with each strike.

"What's that noise?" Furīku asked, from outside the door.

Finally, after pounding on the glass for three minutes, it broke. It was only the size of a fourth graders fist but the glass broke. Just then the door began to open, and if I had one, I'm sure that my heart would have begun to pound, I stretched some of my sludge out of the small gap and made the rest of me follow. I was out! Freedom never tasted so sweet. I quickly reformed into my humanoid state just as Furīku entered the room, I began to glare at him with my jagged eyes with ALL OF MY HATE! He looked at me with a mixture of shock and fear.

"Now, now pet. No reason to be out, just-" Furīku said, trying to calm me down, but I quickly stretched out one of my arms, shoving him through the doors and in the hallway wall. I slowly stepped out of the room keeping my attention on the struggling lunatic in front of me.

BANG! BANG!

The sound of two bullets being fired off alerted me to the guard about eight meters on my right, that and two bullet holes in my head. I closed the holes before turning and glaring at the prick that shot at me. I grew another arm from my back and rammed it into the guard's face, knocking him out cold. I quickly retracted the new limb before turning back to Furīku.

"

N͟͡ơẃ͏ ̨̡a̵͝͠s͢ ̢f̴̀̕or͢ ̷̀̕y̨̛̕o҉u̢͞.̴̧" I spoke in a distorted voice that sounded like I was speaking while gargling a small amount of liquid. "I͠ ̸̸a͝m̸҉̵ ̶̀n͡҉o͘ţ́ y̴̧͜o̢u͏͏r͟͝͞ p̴̡҉e͠t͜͝.̸ ̡̀͜i͜ ̡͘a̢m̧̀̕ ͏̕͝n̵ot͡͞ yo҉u͢r ̢͢͞sci̕en̕҉c̷̛͟e ̵͝éxṕe̸͜͞r͢i҉̛͟m͡e͏̨n͝͝t҉̵. ̷a̷ņ̴҉d ͞i͝҉ ͜͠͝a̶̶̶m̡̛̀ ̷͠n͝ot ̷a̢͜͡ ́t͢͝h͠i̴̧ņg͞ ̨̕f̴͠o̡̡r͜ ̀̕y̸͢o͏u t͞o͠ ͏̢P͝Ļ͘A̶͠͡Y҉̶͠ ̛́W̴͞Í̷͢T͞H̡!̵ ̀" I said, slamming him into the wall every time I finished a sentence.

I let him go, his pathetic form dropping into the floor. I glared at hands. The hands that tortured me. The hands that he was was oh so proud of. I gave him a wicked grin, before reaching down and gripping his hands in my claws.

"

Y͞o̢ư ̶s͠e̴em͏ ̵to̸ b̸̡é ṕ̕ŕo͘͞u̸͠d̷̡͝ o̸f҉ ͜t̀͞h́͢e̷s̕͟͡ȩ̷ ̛͜ḩ́an̕ds̵̡͞,̸ " i said with a sadistic grin, wrapping Furīkus hands in my sludge, "b͘͠u̷̵t̢ ͡ẃ̀͢i̛t͡h á͢ ͘͏m̀i̛͡n͡d̵̢͢ as ̶̧͠'҉҉B̴̡rì͞l̶͡l̴͘i̸͝a̴̢͞n̨t̛͜'̶ ̕a̧s̸ ̀͢͞y̷̧o͜͞ù̵r̸̶͝s ̡͠yo͜u̸͝͞ ̴̀d͜o̸n͝'̶̛͟t̶͠ ҉̸ņ̴͏e͠ed͢ ̴t҉h̵͟em̡."

And then I began to

squeeze.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I know it's bad, but it was satisfying to hear his screams of pain after so long. Luckily enough for me said screams of pain covered up the sounds of his bones being turned to dust, as if I did hear them I would have recoiled in terror at said sounds. After about fifteen seconds of crushing, I let go of his hands. Looking down, I cringed in disgust at what was now a pile of shattered bones and bloody torn flesh. Lucky, or unlucky enough for me, I no longer had a digestive system, so I could no longer throw up. Yay me...? I shook my head and began to run away from the man who was now weeping in pain. At the end of the hall was a window. I pulled back my right arm and hardened my fist once more gritting my… jaw? I guess? In concentration. I just reach the window as my arm was hardened, said harden limb now hanging slightly low due to an increase in weight, then I threw my fist forward, and was swallowed by a black and purple vortex.

I was now on the floor in front of Furīkus sobbing body. No. No. NO! NONONONONONONO! This didn't happen! THIS DIDN'T HAPPEN! I made an eye on the back of my head and saw the portal dude whose name I never could remember and FUCKING TOMURA! With the grey hand face in all its glory. Suddenly Furīku stood over me as well, the bloody mess of what was his hands twisting and cracking sickeningly as they repaired themselves. NO! NO! NO! Furīku did not have a healing quirk! The only thing his quirk did was speed up his brains ability to process information! HE DID NOT, NOT HAVE A HEALING QUIR-!

"Well, well, well what do we have here?" Tomura said sadistically.

"HAHAHAHA!" Furīku laughed maniacally, "DIDN'T THINK YOU COULD ESCAPE THAT EASILY DID YOU!" pulling out several syringes as a sickening grin threatened to split his face

I began to shiver in fear. As their forms began to become more and more twisted and demonic. The room around me become more and more red. Furīku's laughing became more and more psychotic, as he began to stab me with more and more syringes, injecting me with whatever liquid that rested inside. Each syringe adding a new layer of pain onto the next, until I could no longer scream, Furīku just laughing more and more at my sufferings. And then Tomura reached down and said two words that filled me with dread.

"Game over."

"

A̵͟AAA͏̕͠A̷͏A̶͘͡A̡͝A̡A̢͢A̸A̷͏ÀA͢͝ÁA̸̵̛A͏͢A̴A̵A̶̵̷A̧A̷̢A͢AAĄ͠͞Á͢͝A͟A̵HH͟͟H́̕H̀H͜H̸͏Ḩ̵HḨ̸H̵̡H̛H҉̴̡H͜H͢!͞!̢!̧̨"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" I awoke screaming in terror, throwing off the rags that I called my blanket, my voice only mildly distorted after five months with this curse.

My jagged eyes rapidly scanned the abandoned warehouse that I had made my house, looking for any signs of danger, as I tried to calm myself. My humanoid form slightly bulkier then what it was back in the lab.

'It's just a dream,' I thought to myself while gripping my head, 'just a stupid dream, that never happened in real life, Tomura never even got close to touching me, I shattered the dumb window, jumped outside, became street pizza, lived to tell about it, and then ran, I ran so far that they'll never find me.'

I took a few more moment to calm down before getting out of my 'bed,' which was just a bunch of cupboards and rags I found in dumpsters. I stood up and walked over to a broken mirror, and looked at my face, but it wasn't my face, but it was my face. My new one, that even after five months still put me off. I sighed in disappointment. I wasn't even dreaming, but I was still in the never-ending nightmare that was now my life.

'Happy second fourteenth birthday Marc.'

Quirk: Sludge Body

turns one's body into a unique purple sludge like bio-matter permanently. Can add matter via ingesting bio-matter (aka food, plants, water). Able to manipulate his body to gain rubber-like qualities. Can condense bio matter into a hardened state. Bio matter is similar to polyethylene glycerol, in that is a self-pouring liquid (Very long molecular chains).

- Can shapeshift into different forms (still remain purple sludge ex.1 Go from humanoid form for to a canine form ex.2 make extra limbs)

- Gain enhanced strength, (can lift three-quarters of a ton with one limb in base form. Strength depends size of limb/how much biomass marc has) speed (varies depending on form, max of 60 kph (37mph) but gets exhausted quickly running at those speeds)

- Don't need to breathe

- Can separate parts of his body but cannot control remotely. Can reclaim lost biomass after its detached.

- Invulnerable to most physical attacks.

- Electricity (Denki), and high-frequency sounds (Jiro, Present Mic) can destabilize body into a puddle for a period of time (very painful).

- When biomass is hardened, electricity and high-frequency sounds are substantially less effective but loses ability to shapeshift. Also is much heavier. Hardened Form weakness is that it is brittle like stone.

- Cold temperatures slows movement. Temperatures at or below -30°C (-22°F) can freeze sludge. Hardened state helps resist cold temperatures.

- Fire induces rapid evaporation (when compared to the natural evaporation of water), evaporation can be slowed by entering his hardened state.

- Rubber like qualities doesn't include immunity to electricity, biomass only becomes springy

If you're having trouble understanding, think Muk from pokémon, mixed with more shades of purple, given the powers of Marvels Sandman, but with sludge like biomass instead of sand.