A little play date

It had been two years since my birth and what was I doing?

I was looking up at the ceiling from inside my cot.

It was peaceful if not boring.

Something that I quickly realised is that A - I can't go to sleep; not that I need to now but that's beside the point.

B - I'm technically dead. I have no heartbeat or a brain for that matter.

And C - Well, technically B part 2 but that's semantics. I have no actual body. I'm just a mask. The substance that makes up my "false" body is, from what I can tell, acid. Well...a type of acid. I'm not familiar with what type of acid it is.

Although it is quite potent.

And from what I can gather my actual body - the mask - is constantly producing the substance.

When not needed such as now, my body retracted the substance into itself. How or where my body stores so much fluid I have no idea. All I do know is that it is incapable of hurting me.

How my mother could have given birth to me I'll just chalk it up to the strange biology of the humans of this world. These "Quirks", as they call them, seem to be possible of nearly anything. Well, I'm using that term extremely loosely as even Quirks have their limits. Although that seems to be less of a fact as the generations go on from what I've seen at least. Given how certain Hero families have gotten stronger over the generations. Well, recorded generations.

"Squeak." A little mouse cried across the room. Which in response, got it ripped apart via acid tendrils that shot out from his porcelain body. After ripping the mouse apart the tendrils enveloped the mouse and dissolved the mouse; slightly gaining mass in the process.

Something the Hibiki noticed with a swiftness.

"Fascinating, so even organic matter also increases the amount of acid I have accessible to me...odd."

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She's so ravenous.

How many snacks has she gone through in just these five minutes?

Where's all that food going?

Surely she would get sick and vomit it all up right?

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Apparently not.

From what I'm seeing at least. Cus damn. She's really going through them. Her parents must be going through money like there's no tomorrow to keep her fed. I almost feel bad for them. It must be quite the annoyance. Something I might need to remember for the future.

Another thing I might need to remember, genetics probably play a bigger part in behaviour than in my world. Given what I've seen on TV with the upcoming hero Endeavor. Though this is simply speculation.

I kept watching as she viciously devoured each and every snack her mother had brought for her.

Our parents have once again rendezvoused for another... play date I believe it's called. Not that I understand why. Well... it's not as if I had anything better to do. Their house doesn't look half bad. It looks to be a mix of African and Eastern Asian styles.

Fascinating...

To mix such different cultures in such a way. I've heard of households that do things like this but I haven't seen one in person before.

Crawling over from my previous position next to Ibuki I got closer to the curtains. Now that I'm closer I can see how intricately knitted it is. If I had to guess by the style and colours I would say it's South African. Around the early 21 Century. Perhaps a little earlier. A shame I cannot contact Gabriel, he knows more about this topic than I do.

As I continued to look over the patterns I was soon picked up by my mother. It was a little annoying but I wasn't going to complain. Saved me from crawling or floating back over.

Nothing else really interested me though so I started zoning out. I believe there was talk about one of them having another child but I wasn't really paying attention. Well, that and that my third birthday was coming up.

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"Another one?!" Nami yelled shocked. Her eldest son, Iku, a fairly young boy around 7 who took more after his mother in Quirk and appearance and was sitting on a lone chair to the right of them flinched in pain.

Aimi wryly scratched her cheek before a realisation flashed on her face. "Wait! Don't you already have like 4 other kids?" She asked innocently.

Nami didn't answer and quickly looked away. "That's beside the point. mine is over multiple years yours is after two. Plus one of them was twins."

Aimi pointed an accusatory finger at her fierce fishy friend. "That doesn't excuse the fact that you have more children than me!"

Nami quickly snapped her head back to look at her friend before responding "Like I said! One was twins." she said sharply brandishing her teeth. A low snarl could be heard reverberating from her mouth.

"The facts don't lie!" Aimi quickly argued pointing her finger once more at her friend. "And they don't care about your feelings!" She repointed her finger, reaffirming her point.

Nami's right eye was twitching. The dark grey of her skin was slowly shifting into a dark red. Was her friend really arguing with her on this? Why were they having such a pointless conversation?

Inhaling a large amount of air from the gills on her neck. Her upper body quickly ballooned as more air entered her body. Where she was storing all that air Hibiki didn't know. Though he did have a few ideas.

Her body might have worked similarly to that of a pufferfish; which if were true meant that her lungs could also expand to a large size. Perhaps that's why Ibuki's body had felt so rubbery. And from what he could see there were limits. Though from what Nami was demonstrating her current size wasn't their maximum.

She quickly expelled it in one large exhale, her body returning to its usual form. The air she had taken in had formed a small rain cloud before quickly disappearing though not before drizzling a little.

"God-" She started, facepalming. "That's not the point. The point is Hibiki in and of himself is a, for lack of a better word, strange. His body seems to have a mind of its own sometimes." Nami returned Aimi's pointing as she spoke. "Such as when you took away his stuffed elephant and his body shot out to grab it back or when he was crawling towards the TV and his body pulled him back to you etcetera etcet-."

As Nami rattled off her examples she suddenly felt a heavy paralysing fear take over her. She didn't, no, couldn't move. her body didn't allow her to move. It felt as if a sudden pressure was gripped firmly on her neck and body; slowly crushing her. That a single movement from her would spell her death as it felt like she was slowly imploding.

She had swam down deep in the ocean before. and this felt similar yet, so, so much worse. It felt like she was floating in complete nothing. No water, no air. it didn't even feel like she was on earth anymore. And yet she still couldn't move.

Her ears were ringing. Mouth slowly started to foam as her vision slowly faded into darkness.

Until it all, suddenly stopped.

It felt like a weird lucid dream. As if she suddenly fell asleep and woke up all in one moment.

To say that she felt sick would be an understatement. All her senses were in a mess. Up was right, right was backwards. She could barely tell what was in front of her and just as she was about to get up; she felt thin, thread-like objects leaving her body before collapsing.

Almost immediately after seeing her friend collapse Aimi rushed over to Nami.

Aimi didn't know what happened. One second she was talking the next she suddenly froze in place and now she had fainted.

She didn't know what to do, she frantically looked over her fallen friend trying to find out what was wrong with her. She checked her pulse, temperature, and everything she could think of before hurriedly and worriedly called the emergency services.

She wasn't really sure why she was like this. Sure her friend had collapsed but something about this was abnormal. Unnaturally to. There was just something about this that made her so frantic.

It felt so wrong to act this way. Like she wasn't even in control of her own body.

While Aimi, Hibiki and Iku were worrying Hibiki was busy watching TV. He didn't even notice what happened nor would he really care. He was too interested in what the reporters were talking about.

A strange muscular smiling man named All Might.

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He hated him. That smile annoyed him. That laugh. The way he talked.

His fingers dug into the sofa, easily dissolving the leather as his expression slowly changed. Stitching broke, wool and other materials broke out and were destroyed in his body. His mask had now fully changed; its once happy, joyous expression had turned into full hatred and despisal.

The filth the man in front of him was spouting was infuriating. All with that annoying smile on his face. Just like his other self.

If he could strangle the man he would. And at the first opportunity he will.