“… “P-P-P-Pleeeease put me d-d-down”, listen to yourself. How pathetic of you, you call yourself a pro hero? A real hero would be able to handle more than having the air in their life slowly squeeze out of there body..-“
.. The pressure began to slowly grow.. it just.. started to hurt like fucking hell-..
“Good, now be quiet. I have other things to deal with.. you just sit here like the good lil dog you are.. and I’ll come back to finish the job~”
The vault door opened.. he went out it.. and now there was just a bunch of version of himself inside him, like Jesus there were DOZENS-… Well now he literally couldn’t do anything, not even speak to his ex-
