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forbidding-souda · 4 years

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It may be a way too early for Halloween request but may I do a Halloween request? About SHSL Voice Actor, who is an absolute fan of that holiday, spending it to scare people and do trick or treating in Academy and its dorms (in no-despair au)? Probably they'll do it together with Sonia and Ibuki, and victims of their fun will be Hiro, Taka, Aoi, Kaz, Hiyoko and Mahiru. I cant help dreaming about October already, sorry, haha.

SHSL Voice Actor pranking students for Halloween with Sonia Nevermind and Ibuki Mioda

Never too early for Halloween :D

I absolutely hate pranks but lord knows I’m gonna try my best to write this. Also cut down the victim list by some bc then it would be too long.

-Mod Souda

“Okay, listen here!” You slam your hands on the table, Ibuki yelling out a woah of surprise.

There’s something you find stimulating. Something to cure your mischievous thoughts. And that is pranking people. Doing it around Halloween is definitely the most satisfying! And it is your time to shine. You brought along your friend Ibuki, needing her skills to get the job done!

You think about all the pranks you’ve done in the past. Which ones have worked? Which ones haven’t?

“I have a collection of all my favorite pranks, and we are going to work together to get them done!”

She pauses, staring at you dumbfounded. This is why you invited her to your dorm?

“That sounds awesome!” She suddenly exclaims. Why is she so excited? And then you realize, you are excited to.

Maybe you should have gotten calmer as you have gotten older. All of your childhood friends have. But you’re an Ultimate, right? You’re not like other people.

“What are we going to do?” She continues. “Are we going to spray them with cheese? How about I push them into a ball pit when they aren’t looking!”

“I don’t know where we are going to get a ball pit, but that’s a good idea.”

But you already have some of your plans in mind. There’s something that never seems to go wrong. But who to be your victim?

“My first mission is a zip-tie and a febreeze bottle! I always keep some on me just for this moment.”

She nods furiously.

And you went to get the stuff, stuffing them into a basket along with some other things for your ideas.

It’s game on!

The question runs through your head again. Who? Well, there’s an easy solution. But he seems almost too easy...

Still, you’re one of his close friends, and you know exactly where he would be right in this moment.

Just in his dorm. Nothing crazy. He’s off duty right now.

You hold Ibuki’s hand, slipping into the hallway of the school, looking back and forth. Everyone should be getting into their costumes right now. And you will later. But something is more important.

She giggles to herself, hiding against a wall near the door, preparing the bomb.

“Taka!” You call out, knocking on his door obnoxiously.

He can’t get too mad at you. Maybe a bit flustered, but what’s the harm?

There’s a second of wait before he opens the door. He could recognize your voice anywhere. You eye Ibuki, seeing the mechanism ready, and a genuine smile appears on your face.

He opens his mouth to speak, but before he could, you pull the zip-tie and throw the thing into his room.

“What is the meaning of this!” He calls out. And while he’s distracted, for your final move, you close the door on him.

Trapped in a room with a violent lavender smell. How romantic.

The sound of her laughing makes you laugh too, reminding you how satisfied it makes you feel. The sound of his screams just adds to the experience.

“What is that?” A feminine voice interrupts your laughing fit. Oh no.

“Sonia!!” Ibuki starts before you can defend your honor. “We are pranking people and you should totally come join us! Use your sexy charm to give us new victims!”

“Sexy charm?” She whispers, confused by the words. Suddenly her attitude lifts. “Well, if it’ll assist you in any way then I will!”

Well that’s good. A relief almost. That makes Souda an easy victim then. But what to pull on him?

Maybe the ball pit wasn’t such a bad idea.

And as the two of you starting walking around, looking for wherever he may be, Ibuki started listing off ideas.

“How about we put an airhorn under his chair? Or - or how about we lick off the flavor on each pringle and then offer him the can!”

Sonia laughs behind her fingers. “That’s a bit harsh.”

But you can hardly listen to them. What’s something new... something creative.

Oh! You got something! Well... maybe that’s not a Kazuichi one, but you’ll save it for later. Unless you can do it now...

“Wait, I have something!” You interrupt their banter. With all eyes on you, you even find yourself doing a small dance in place. “We can cut out a little trapezoid out of black paper and put it on the men’s bathroom!”

Ibuki waves her hands in excitement before stopping. “What’s a trapezoid?”

The art room is high up on your list of rooms that scare you. It’s always crowded there. Not with people, but with objects. Paints line the floors and fabric pieces just lay with no purpose. Who even cleans this place?

Certainly nobody!

Even with three people looking, it was hard to find something as simple as black paper. You were even starting to consider just painting it black.

But alas, Sonia holds up the paper and a piece of scissors.

“Should we do it for all of them?” Sonia asks while she gets to work.

“I wouldn’t say so,” you speak before Ibuki, “that just makes us have to climb up all those stairs.”

“Ah! Good point, Y/N.” Ibuki puts her fingers to her head, thinking about god knows what.

The princess was definitely the best pick for who to cut it. It looked perfect! Who knew she was good with scissors?

And when she’s done, she goes to grab tape.

Ibuki speaks, “I say we just do it to the bathroom near the dorms! We will get more victims that way.”

And then there was another trip that involved stairs. You can never escape them. Never ever.

That’s when some students already started traveling around in their costumes. You’re going to run out of time if you’re not quick enough.

This time, Sonia is the one to do the deed. And she’s quick about it to, almost surprisingly so. The sly smile on her face is the best part about all of it.

“Someone is coming!” Ibuki calls out. Your heart beat loud in your chest. What if she gets caught? What if it’s Taka seeking his revenge?

Except, no, it’s just Mahiru walking with alone. To the bathroom? Oh no... wait - oh yes.

Will it fool her? Hopefully, hopefully, hopefully!

The girls cower behind you, behind a corner, watching with interest while she approaches the bathroom.

Her head turns towards the woman’s restroom, and then the disguised male one, before she grimaces and rips the fake skirt off. “How tasteless.” You can hear her say.

A groan leaves your mouth.

“Whaatt! Our plan was so brilliant!” Ibuki whispers aggressively into your ear.

Damn! She was too smart! Your plan had failed!!

Grrr... and time is almost complete.

Again, Ibuki speaks. “Okay, okay okay! Now, can we push Kazuichi into a ball pit?”

The disappointment that coated your body lifts quickly. “Yes! Let’s see if they got the apple bobbing thing, we can push him into that!”

#platonic imagine #halloween request #danganronpa halloween #danganronpa #danganronpa imagines

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soundofez · 6 years

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The Future Starts With You

Portal AU. Uraraka is a test subject forced to complete a variety of test chambers in an underground facility, and Tsuyu is the girl trapped in the cube that keeps her company.

First, some dedications:

This fic would not exist without the amazing @crimson-and-rover! They’ve done some gorgeous artwork that you can find here :D

Shoutout to the mods @uravitybang for their hard work organizing the event! I’ve had a lot of fun, and I look forward to any future big bangs they may host ♥

Finally, an enormous thank you to @arialis for their betawork! They helped me get the fic to a point where any BNHA fan can enjoy it, not just the ones who have played Portal, and I am eternally grateful.

Links: [artwork] [event tumblr] [fic on ao3]

Disclaimer: All of the voice’s lines are ripped straight from GLaDOS’s lines in Portal. This is because the voice is GLaDOS. Also, those lines are masterpieces and cannot be improved or imitated, at least not by this humble author.

Also, if you’re on the mobile app, I cannot guarantee that the readmore will work. Tumblr is... irritating like that. Sorry.

...Like, seriously, I’m really really sorry.

001: Testing

You open your eyes to a bright, blank white.

You try to sit up, but the movement makes your head pound. Your joints feel loose and sore.

You try again, and your tailbone complains as you shift your weight. When you swing your legs over the side of the bed, you are dragged out feet first by the unexpected weight on your calves.

You land on your feet with a bounce, and you flip, and your hands slap against the floor for an instant before your legs swing back under you, not entirely of your own will.

As fast as it happens, it's over— you didn't even have time to scream. You catch your breath and cautiously take stock of your body, careful not to move too quickly and in case you make something else happen.

You are crouching. Your arms tremble faintly as adrenaline catches up to them. Your clothes are unfamiliar, an ugly orange jumpsuit. On your feet, covering your calves, are pristine white boots. You flex your feet, and they flex back, forcing you upright with a bizarre instinct you didn't know you had. You wobble on the spot.

They're heavy, odd-looking things, with a crowbar-shaped heel that extends from your calf. They keep you on your toes, literally.

"Hello," an artificial voice says, causing you to leap (literally) several inches off the ground. Your boots clang against the ground, accompanying the voice as it continues: "Welcome to the Aperture Science computer-aided enrichment center. We hope your brief detention in the Relaxation Vault has been a pleasant one."

You shiver. You remember the voice. You don't trust it one whit.

"... serious injuries may occur. For your own safety, and the safety of others, please refrain from—" As if on cue, the voice skips and stutters, shuffling through a foreign language before cutting out entirely.

The silence leaves you frozen, your spine buzzing with nerves. You need to escape.

You pace the "relaxation vault," feeling distinctly unrelaxed. You are trapped in a glass chamber, slightly elevated from a larger room, its walls panelled with an off-white material. You can see a door out there, open and mocking.

You take stock of your options. There's the bed you'd woken up in, solidly fixed to the floor, useless. At the foot of the bed is a toilet, also fixed to the floor, also useless (especially useless, you think, glancing at the cameras leering at you through the glass). Beside it, a nightstand, also fixed to the floor, but with a tiny radio atop it playing an upbeat song you don't recognize. You pick up the radio, but it feels too light and fragile to be very useful.

A shock of static crackles through the room, raising the hairs on the back of your neck. "I'm back," the voice says. "The portal will open in three… two… one…"

A completely indescribable sound blooms behind you.

You whirl and catch sight of a hungry, orange fire and almost laugh with despair— of course you would wake up in time to burn to death. Out of the corner of your eye, on a wall beyond your glass prison, you catch a flicker of burning blue, as well.

Just as suddenly as the fire had begun, though, it stops, swirling into an oval ring. The center of it clears, mirror-like, to reveal a new space: when you glance at the blue fire, you find that it has done the same.

You turn your attention back to the orange-rimmed oval in front of you and spy an oddly familiar person in an orange jumpsuit and pristine white boots behind a glass wall, slightly elevated from the rest of the room they are in. They are looking at a wall in their cell, and you raise a hand, opening your mouth to shout.

Before you can, something moves in the corner of your vision, and you turn to look at the blue oval outside your glass box.

On the other side of that oval, too, is a person in an orange jumpsuit and pristine white boots, her hand half-raised and peering to one side. You take note of her hair, the same color as yours, if cut in a slightly longer bob.

Comprehension dawns. You turn back to the orange oval and, when you lower your hand, watch as the person beyond the oval lowers her hand, too, a perfect, unflipped mirror. You glance at the blue oval and see that person's hair sway gently, as if she, too, had just turned her head, which you know she had, because she is you. You're looking at yourself from multiple sides.

Experimentally, you stick your hand through the portal. Nothing interesting happens, except that you can see yourself do it in the third person, your hand disappearing into the wall you're facing.

You pull your hand back, vaguely unsettled.

You turn your attention to the fire still dancing at the edge of the portal. It's orange on your side, but it blends into blue, matching the portal you can see on the wall outside the glass. You can't see the wall in between.

You're still holding the radio. You prod it at the flames; neither the radio nor the flames react. The radio isn't even warm, you think, running your fingers over the corner you had poked into the flames.

You press the radio into the edge of the portal, and it sinks through without any noticeable effort on your part. It also stops playing. When you pull it out of the wall, it looks fine, but the screen flickers and returns to black when you try to turn it on.

You test the portal again, this time lopping off a corner of the radio. The severed chunk of plastic clatters to the floor on the other side.

Note to self: avoid the edges of the portal at all costs.

You step through the portal, or rather, your boots bounce you through and slam you against the outside of your erstwhile cage.

You spend the next few minutes testing your balance to make sure you don't accidently slam yourself into anything more dangerous, like the edge of a portal. By the time you leave the room, you've gotten used to the skipping rhythm of walking with the boots.

The door latches shut behind you, sending shivers down your spine. The room you now find yourself in has another door, but it is closed as well, with no apparent means of opening except for a red, button-like platform on the ground a short distance away.

You avoid the platform. It could be a trap.

The only other things in the room are a camera over the exit door and a tube, roughly a foot-and-a-half in diameter, protruding from the ceiling. You pace the room for a while, looking for another way out. You're inspecting the door you came from when something crashes to the floor, and you jump high enough to bang your head on the door frame.

It's a cube, sitting under the tube it had apparently dropped out of. It looks harmless enough, you think as you pick the thing up, but it is reasonably heavy.

You throw it at the camera over the door and take great satisfaction in watching both objects crash to the ground, though the voice's toneless "Vital testing apparatus destroyed" makes your skin crawl.

The door remains closed.

You search the room fruitlessly for several more minutes, but eventually, unable to find an alternative, you carry the cube to the platform and watch it depress under the weight.

"Excellent," the voice says, and the door opens. "Please proceed into the chamberlock after completing each test."

You hesitate, but there is no where else to go. If you follow along, you can at least try to escape.

It's with this hope in mind that you proceed through the "tests." The voice guide you, as if trying to gain your trust, but the casual hints that drop through its robotic filter only make you more wary and distrusting.

You remain silent. It becomes your way of protesting what has happened to you. You do not give the voice the satisfaction of hearing you speak.

At first, the most dangerous things about the tests are the portals, which rotate through existence in a manner that makes you hyper-aware of how easily they could cut you in half, if you timed a jump wrong and were caught mid-transfer.

Then you receive the portal guns, and the danger of portals wanes to just their edges. (You also take great pleasure in slicing the cameras from the walls with some well-placed portals, and learn to ignore the voice's default announcement.)

Of course, you still have to contend against enormous falls and nauseating pools of liquid and free-floating balls of electric death ("Aperture Science High Energy Pellets," the voice calls them). In one course, you are unapologetically sent into a "live fire course designed for military androids," and you spend several long minutes nursing an enormous bruise where a bullet had hit you in the shoulder. (Miraculously, it hadn't punched through you, but it had still punched you.)

The course is a blessing in disguise. The bullets punch into the wall panels with enough force to throw them out of alignment, and after getting rid of the turrets and the cameras in the area, you pry a panel out of the wall and crawl into the cavity behind it.

You can't go far: there is too much wiring and not enough floor and barely enough gaps to squeeze through. That first time you venture behind the walls, you are wary, but there is no room for hostile tricks, and you begin to lower your guard. You spend more time exploring the construction of the puzzles, and you even catch quick naps when you feel tired enough.

It is after several test chambers of this luxury that the voice adds something new.

"The vital apparatus vent will deliver a weighted companion cube in three… two… one."

The tube extending from the ceiling opens its mouth in a spiralling motion that you have become familiar with. A cube falls to your feet, as promised, though this one has pink hearts on its faces instead of the Aperture logo. You might have called it cute if it weren't for the ghostly figure perched on top of it.

"Ochako!" the figure says, rising to their knees to put their eyes level with yours. "Is it— Is it really you?"

You force yourself to ignore them, fixing your eyes on the cube instead, but your heart is boiling with rage, melting a path through your stomach that leaves you feeling hollow inside.

"This weighted companion cube will accompany you through the test chamber," the voice says. "Please take care of it."

You pick up the cube, determinedly ignoring the hologram sitting on it. The voice wants you to test? Fine. You'll keep testing. You will test until you figure out how to escape, and then you will find the source of the voice and end them for using the image of Tsuyu Asui against you.

(chapter 2 on ao3)

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #uravity bang #uraraka ochako #uravity #tsuyu asui #(??? why is tsuyu's main tag tsuyu asai?)#portal au #long post #crimson and rover #fez scribbles #fez writes

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