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His feet were hurting from all the stomping that he had done up until now, but Shigaraki Tomura didn’t give a single shit right now. He was beyond frustrated at the state he was – well rather wasn’t – in. No cool costume abilities, no possession, nothing. He wasn’t feeling like throwing himself into some of the costumes crawling around sector one either: Sinking that low wasn’t part of his plans quite yet.
Nonetheless he had made it to sector five, for some odd reason. If there was one thing that would probably soothe his anger, it was beating on some undead, perhaps disintegrating one of their heads into nothing… Oh if only they hadn’t nerfed his abilities here, then he would have been able to truly vent. Now though, now he had to cope and it was bad on both him and his poor neck.
He wandered around, making sure to not get bitten by any of the undead that lurked around every corner. It was almost amazing, how these scientists, these moderators, had changed the entire city landscape in such a short time. So many changes within the programming of this place. Tomura wondered just how they had achieved it when a zombie nearly jumped him.
As by reflex, he jumped away, preferring to run over using his quirk needlessly. So he ran, making sure not to get caught between two groups of the damn monsters. It was a pain, really. It made the villain wonder again: Why wasn’t anyone else he knew here. Why just him? Was this some kind of twisted lesson? No idea, but he was getting sick of this Halloween themed level already. Where was the exit, the goal ring? Whatever it was in this place.
After a little while of running, Tomura stopped. He had lost the undead that had chased him, good fucking riddance. That needless jog made him leave this sector as soon as possible, though. He’d rather deal with bats and possible vampires than these smelly things: Zombies were the best in FPS anyway, where he could just blast them to shreds.
So he turned heel and walked back to where he came from; those undead will have probably gone to terrorize another citizen now. Too bad something else stopped him dead in his tracks this time.
Someone whom he was (sadly) familiar with. He wanted to turn again but it was probably too late anyway. How frustrating that she had achieved what he couldn’t. It was obvious in her form, the way that she floated above the pavement ever so slightly…. Oh it was enough to set him off even further. Yet, he wouldn’t say a word. He didn’t want to.
Instead, he just stared at her, angrily.