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There is a specific and terrifying difference between “never were” monsters and “are not anymore” monsters

“The thing that was not a deer” implies a creature which mimics a deer but imperfectly and the details which are wrong are what makes it terrifying

“The thing that was not a deer anymore” on the other hand implies a thing that USED to be a deer before it was somehow mutated, possessed, parasitically controlled or reanimated improperly and what makes THAT terrifying is the details that are still right and recognizable poking out of all the wrong and horrible malformations.

BNHA 1A 1B Rarepair Mixer! - Day 1

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[A/N]:

I had this idea way back in Halloween but never got the chance to post it. Anyway, here it is!

Prompt/Title: Crushing

It all happened so fast.

The first second, an explosion erupted. Kendo, being quick to think, took action as dust and debris blew around. Small pebbles struck her face as if sharp needles.

The next second, she loosened her grip on her girlfriend and co-hero, Creati, too see blood ooze out from the bottom.

What? She thought, I’m not hurt.

She opened her hand, releasing her girlfriend - who peeled off her palm and face-planted on the floor.

Kendo was right. She wasn’t hurt.

The blood was her girlfriend’s.

“Creati?” Kendo’s voice held a slight hint of panic. She hurried to her girlfriend, who lay unresponsive.

“Creati?” Kendo repeated, “can you hear me?”

She placed a hand on Yaoyorozu’s skin - it was cold. She leaned closer to her partner and listened to the faint, shaky breaths she let out.

Blood was dripping from her mouth.

“Momo!” Kendo twirled her girlfriend around to face her. Big mistake.

The black-haired girl winced in pain. She looked deflated. And, well, her ribs looked crushed.

Kendo couldn’t fathom the idea. She stared at her girlfriend, who hanged on the brink of death.

This was her fault. She tried to save Momo from the explosion but crushed her instead.

“Momo? Momo!” Kendo’s voice became frantic.

She killed her girlfriend. She killed her girlfriend. She shook her head, unable to process what was happening, tears streaming down her face.

“I’m sorry, Momo, I’m so sorry!” She sobbed, “I never meant to! I love you!”

She stared at Momo, hoping she’d spring up and pick up where she left off like the resilient girl she was.

But no.

She was already dead.