freakshow | technoblade bnha au

Technoblade had never seen LA in such a state. He walks down the streets of the deserted city, blended into the shadows with his hood over his head. There were few civilians in the once-bustling streets of Los Angeles.

Techno spared a glance at a convenience store down the block. He wondered if he should risk stealing a couple of snacks; he hadn't eaten in days. His stomach let out a low grumble and the temptation grew. There were cameras watching him, and yet he decided to take the risk.

He pushed open the glass door to the convenience store tentatively, a feeble bell ringing at the movement. Techno flinched and he pulled his hood to cover the upper half of his face. The store was empty and the door to the break room was open. He knew he had to make this quick.

Techno picked out a bag of beef jerky, a packet of trail mix, and two bottles of water. He shiftily slid it into the inner pocket of his jacket and made for the exit. Just as he turned, a couple of people walked into the convenience store in extravagant uniforms and conversing loudly. Techno curses- heroes. He ducked his head and pretended to be browsing through a shelf of crackers.

At the ringing of the bell, a stone-faced employee dragged herself out of the breakroom. Techno bit his lip, glancing towards the small trio of heroes. Three of them and he only recognized one diamond-rank. They won't be too hard to slip around.

As the heroes walked down his aisle, he left through the other side, trying to hide his face under the fur of his coat. He made his way towards the door rather hastily and pulled it open. The alarm broke out, causing the heroes in the store to whip around just as Techno broke out in a run and disappeared from view.

He can't believe he forgot about that- he didn't pay, of course, there's going to be alarms. Techno stopped down an alleyway where he noticed a chain fence separating the alleyway in two. He dreaded engaging in another fight.

And so, he began to climb, silently praying to the heavens that the heroes didn't see him go down the alley. Techno let a string of curses exit his mouth when he felt a stinging scratch down his ankle, but he made his way over the fence and landed on the pavement.

Karma must've found him today. The moment his feet touched the ground, the heroes turned down the corner. "Well, look what the cat dragged in," Techno called out.

The heroes immediately prepared their quirks and rushed towards the fence. For one of the first times in his life, Techno saw no point in a fight. He backed away from the heroes and began to run.

If it were not for quirks and hero support items, he would've gotten away, but no, it's 2068 and quirks were as real as he and Philza. He saw one of the heroes swinging over the fence with a grappling hook out of the corner of his eye and turned to see a fist in his face.

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Skeppy's wrists were rubbed raw by the metal of the quick-cancelling handcuffs digging into his skin. He keeps losing count of the number of bricks on the wall and the number of tiles on the floor and the fruit fly that he noticed flying around had since disappeared. He's been in the interrogation room for hours, the anger and annoyance he harboured now watered down with fatigue. With every minute that passes, he had a spark of hope that someone would enter and provide him with answers but he was let down each time.