A Freak, a outcast, a disappointment in what you are. that's what people thought of you.. even your parent's. which you didn't even know ever since you were born. ever since childhood. you were called all sorts of tedious names and insults ranging from your name, face, to your Quirkless nature. So you simply believed it until all of it. became background noise to you. even the shunning. went away in your mind.

Why you were a freak? Well people say the instant they touch you, they lost their quirk. Gone. Forever. they never told the adult's because they were scared you were going to take something else. Their life? Dignity? Soul? Rumor's say you would take their soul. but your "Demon father" would be angry with you.. but it's whatever. You were an outcast, that's all that mattered to you. your life. miserable. Sad. depressing. Fit for a freak.

Till. that one day that changed your entire existence as a Freak.

The USJ incident. your school had brought several student's. such as you. to go see the student's of UA train rigorously. trying to inspire hope. or whatever that meant. It was.. cool. the UA student's had cool quirk's. one having explosion's, another could fly, another could shoot fire and ice at the same time.. boring.

That's all you remember before the Villain's appeared. Tens, maybe 50 walking out of purple smoke like portals, one of them a weird green lizard, another Purple mist man. Not purple man, another being made of paper..

Freaks

One approached you, looming over you. the man was different from the other freaks. A man with.. hand's? around his body. disembodied hand's gripping his arms and leg's like he was a lifeline. one covering his face, but the moment you made eye contact. You both knew you were alike.

"hello, Young one."