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Katsuki's fucking unlucky.
Being abducted, what kind of fucking joke is that? Being abducted by aliens is a double fucking joke.
It started out innocently enough. He was coming home from practice and decided to take a shortcut through the park. And even though the old hag had yelled about safety a bunch of times and demanded he order a cab every time, Katsuki wasn't a kid. Not to mention Tokyo was one of the safest cities on the planet.
If there was a crazy bastard who decided to attack a pumped up teenager, Bakugou would take care of him himself. There was a reason he'd been into martial arts his entire conscious life. As a last resort, there was a gas canister hidden in the right pocket of his jacket. So thanks mom, but if he wanted to go through the park late at night, he would.
Unfortunately, the extreme case plan didn't include stupid aliens. Really, at first he thought they were cosplayers. As soon as he left the lantern-lit path and walked a bit through the wooded area, he came across three idiots dressed up in costumes of huge... what the fuck are those? Ostriches? Toads? A mix of both?
The overgrown amphibians huddled at the edge of the clearing, staring curiously at the oak tree. They groomed it from all sides, poking at it with their claws and chirping in a foreign language. All in all, the picture was a strange one. But Katsuki, like a smart boy, immediately realized what was going on. The cosplayer junkies had snorted some unknown substance and were now glitching in a friendly, crazy group.
Carefully heeled back, the teen decided to head back to the main path, hoping to avoid encountering the crazies. Sorry, but he wasn't planning on joining such a crowd tonight. He tries to avoid marginalized people in general, there's no telling what's going on in their brainless heads.
Unfortunately, the marginalized idiots noticed him. Abruptly, as one, they turned their long necks in his direction, blinking their greenish eyes at the same time.
- ⎅⍜☌ ⟒⏃⏁⌇ ⎎⌰⍜⍙⟒⍀⌇ - they chirped.
- What are you looking at, you freaks?! - Bakugou shouted bravely, fumbling for a canister in his pocket.
The freaks looked at each other as they continued to chatter. Spitting, the teenager turned around and ran back.
But he didn't make it.
Something long and sharp stabbed into his left shoulder. A dart? Cussing, Katsuki yanked it out, throwing it onto the compacted ground. Immediately, three others took his place. Are they stalking him? Are they chasing him like some kind of animal?! Furious, the boy slowed down, eager to face his assailants. Go ahead, attack. Let's see who's who. He'd break their stupid costumes and shove those darts down their throats.
Not the smartest move, but the cosplayers looked skinny and weak. At close range, he could probably knock them out.
In theory...
A loud chirping sounded from above. Raising his head, the teenager froze in shock. The freaks... Flying between the trees? Was there really something sprayed in the air and he inhaled the drug along with them?
- ⍀⎍⋏ ⍀⎍⋏ ☌⏃⍀⏃! - A battle cry rang out and a whole waterfall of darts flew at Katsuki. The boy hastily jumped aside, instinctively covering his face with his hands. Unfortunately, several of the darts reached their target, embedding themselves in his left leg and lower back.
Shit, shit, shit.
Everything went blurry, his breathing slowed and, staggering, the teenager fell to the ground, losing consciousness.
A bright beam of light flashed before his eyes and the world went completely dark.