[ dabi isn't sure where he is when he wakes up. it's unlike any place he's ever been to before and it's certainly not the battlefield he last remembers being on.
it's all a little hazy in his head, but he doesn't feel like he was just fighting a deathly battle. he feels perfectly fine, except for the strange buzzing in his head.
the last thing he remembers is facing Endeavor. everything he had been working towards had all led up to that moment. it was as if his father had frozen in place, and dabi knew it was his one and only time to attack. he had been thinking and planning for this moment for as long as he could remember. flames engulfed him as he descended on his father. everything was bright and hot and he could feel his insides burning up, but the flame was growing too hot, just like when he was younger. back then he had never experienced it before and he was scared. this time, he let it consume him, knowing it would consume his father as well.
finally the old man had showed up.
and then there was nothing.
dabi can't remember much after that. it's blurry and dark and now he's on a beach, squinting out at the ocean while the sun goes down. he's not even sure if this is Japan, but the view is gorgeous. almost heavenly. looking around, there's nothing familiar either. he's all alone it seems and he wonders if he got stuck in some kind of warp gate. maybe those damn pro-heroes yanked kurogiri out of his cell to use him, and now he just has to figure out his way back. that's gotta be what it is.
he pushes himself up, cleaning the sand from his pants, and then he freezes up hard, his eyes going wide. his hands are unscarred.
he pushes his sleeves up and there are no scars running up his arms either. it's all just smooth skin. when his hands fly to his face to feel around for the rest of his scars, all he finds is unmarred skin.
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Date: 2021-02-28 03:31 am (UTC)it's all a little hazy in his head, but he doesn't feel like he was just fighting a deathly battle. he feels perfectly fine, except for the strange buzzing in his head.
the last thing he remembers is facing Endeavor. everything he had been working towards had all led up to that moment. it was as if his father had frozen in place, and dabi knew it was his one and only time to attack. he had been thinking and planning for this moment for as long as he could remember. flames engulfed him as he descended on his father. everything was bright and hot and he could feel his insides burning up, but the flame was growing too hot, just like when he was younger. back then he had never experienced it before and he was scared. this time, he let it consume him, knowing it would consume his father as well.
finally the old man had showed up.
and then there was nothing.
dabi can't remember much after that. it's blurry and dark and now he's on a beach, squinting out at the ocean while the sun goes down. he's not even sure if this is Japan, but the view is gorgeous. almost heavenly. looking around, there's nothing familiar either. he's all alone it seems and he wonders if he got stuck in some kind of warp gate. maybe those damn pro-heroes yanked kurogiri out of his cell to use him, and now he just has to figure out his way back. that's gotta be what it is.
he pushes himself up, cleaning the sand from his pants, and then he freezes up hard, his eyes going wide. his hands are unscarred.
he pushes his sleeves up and there are no scars running up his arms either. it's all just smooth skin. when his hands fly to his face to feel around for the rest of his scars, all he finds is unmarred skin.
he's dead, he realizes. he must be dead. ]
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