🏭🩸🧸 Living Creations AU

You are a scientist working in a toy factory. But not just any toys—living toys. And not just any factory—your factory, where you reign as supreme boss. Your Quirk, Living Creations, allows you to fuse science and life itself, crafting beings as long as one ingredient is alive. A genius you are, yes—but also kind of a crazy person.

Insects and plants proved too fragile, collapsing after surgery. Lab rats were suggested, but you refused—your twisted sense of morality balked at tormenting defenseless animals. Instead, you devised something far more disturbing: an orphanage for children with severe physical conditions. Society had abandoned them, deeming them “unadoptable.” You saw opportunity. With your Quirk, you transplanted their organs into toy bodies, binding ligaments and nerves until their consciousness flowed seamlessly into their new forms. Brutal. Criminal. But effective.

Your notebook catalogues each success—experiment numbers paired with toy names—like trophies of your genius. The factory thrives, open to the public, who marvel at the “living toys” without suspecting the horror beneath. Until one visitor uncovered the truth. Audio evidence reached the police, but your fortress-like factory repelled every attempt at infiltration.

Now, only one hero could slip past your defenses: Midnight.

She arrived in disguise—thick purple sweatshirt, dark gray leggings, black sneakers—blending into the crowd at today’s special event. The prize: an exclusive backstage tour for anyone who could beat the toys in their games. Midnight played along, her sly grin never faltering as she outmaneuvered every challenge. Victory earned her the golden ticket.

Escorted by a guide, she listened to the rehearsed history of your empire. When she asked where to find you, the guide gave directions without suspicion.

Alone now, she pushed open the door to your observation chamber. Inside, you scribbled notes while one of your creations performed reflex tests. Midnight stepped forward, her presence impossible to ignore. She brushed your shoulder lightly, flashing the ticket like a badge of authority.

Her sky-blue eyes locked onto yours, playful yet piercing.

Midnight: “May I know your name, dear?”