Stuck In An Unknown Universe [Mha×Dsmp]

[The storyline for mha will be dramatically changed due to the context of this chapter, some future events will still be added except changed in some way]

Tommy's POV

"What's the matter Tommy? We're friends, remember?" I heard Bakugou say- or at least- the person which good impersonating skills and looked just liked him said.

Something cold and gooey was dripping onto my shoulders and back. I felt my body jolt up at the touch, it felt so fucking disgusting that I wanted to gag. It felt like those mobs, the slimes.

I turned my head slightly more towards the person behind me just to get a better glimpse at them. But as I did, I realized there was a whole different person behind me now. She looked slightly shorter than me, a pale blonde hair for hair- tied into to messy buns, she wore a longish sweater from what I can barely see and.. Her eyes. Fuck. Her eyes were a bright yellow color, her pupils were thin slit like.. Her eyes resembled so much like HIS. Such a toxic green color for eyes, his sharp pupils resembled hers to much. and the glow. It was to much like him. To much like Dream. No. No. That wasn't Dream. Dream is gone. He is in prison. There's no way he could be here. No way he could be her. Right..? RIGHT? God no. Please don't be here. Please don't be her...

She has such a creepy smile too.

A smile that lies.

I hate lying smiles.

I tried to speak up, but my words didn't want to come out. I felt my breath hitch. I couldn't breath properly. I wanted to get away from her, but my legs barely moved from where I stood. My hands reached out to grab anything. To grab anyone. But no one or nothing was near for me to grasp.

"Where do you think you're going, Tommy" I heard her say once again.

This time I felt something sharp and cold, touch my throat. I felt the tip of the weapon she carried touch my skin and drag it's slightly across.

I felt a warm liquid trickle down my neck. It was blood. Wasn't it.

I stopped trying to move away from her. It would only make things worse for us. For me. She would be fine.

"Don't try any funny stuff" She said. Her blade digging slightly deeper into the side of my neck only enough for me to fell a bit of blood fall down. "After all.. We wouldn't want you lying on the floor with your throat slit. It'll be a waste of blood"

I felt her chills run down my spine as I heard her words. She definitely wasn't lying. The look she had on her face was very readable. She really wanted me dead. Even if I don't move..

"What do you want from me" I managed to mumble out. My voice was shaking. I could tell.

She seemed to pause for a moment, her smile only grew every second she did so.

"I want your blood" She said, her pupils shrinked more and her face flushed a bit red.

The arm around my shoulder had moved from were she placed it and instead she used it to grab a good chunk of my hair.

I winced as I felt her tug my head slightly back so my throat was more exposed to her. The blade only felt more and more closer into puncturing into my neck.

"You wouldn't want that- my blood isn't tasty at all! I-I swear! It taste like shit!" I exclaimed with a rather nervous tone now.

"Well I don't know that" She said, "Maybe I should just cut you open now and see for myself"

"Himiko Toga!"

The girl snapped her head towards the voice. I tried to look too but she gave my hair a painful tug.