A/N-Shoutout seydeen for the powerstone!! CAUTION < THERE WILL BE SLIGHT HORROR SCENE, VERY BLOODY, YOUD HAVE BEEN WARNED>
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A transmigrator? The hell is that? Carter wondered as Emery fidgeted, now a lot more nervous than when she had marched up to him.
"What's a transmigrator?" He asked her, and the system. [A transmigrator is someone who is chosen, be it random or deliberate, to go into another world to complete a task for a higher power. They are usually given a boon to make things easier for them, it seems that she is one of them, but she lacks a system.]
Emery was unable to give an answer as she just stared at Carter in shock. 'How could he not be one? I was so sure?' Regardless of how she felt, Carter wasn't a transmigrator, but a reincarnated being, he just never told anyone about the first ten years of his life, that's all.
"Can you move, I'm hungry and want to eat in peace before the party." He asked as Emery nodded absently, still going over everything she knew about the cannon in her head. She went over every meme and review and rant her friends that did watch the show, she couldn't find anything about a dragon quirk other than Ryukyu's. 'Maybe this is just a really messed up parallel world . . . yeah.'
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As the party went on, class B students also showed up since they had started to get along better thanks to Momo and Kendo pushing them together so much. Monoma for once stayed quiet and as far away from Carter as he could, which wasn't hard since he was busy eating.
"CARTER WINS AGAIN!!" Kirishima shouted as Tetsutesu and Shoji slumped over the table. Since quirk users burned lots of calories they usually had big appetites, with Momo and Ida being some of the biggest eaters in the class. Then came Carter, a dragon 'quirk' with an appetite to match. Kirishima was always trying to find someone who could eat as much as Carter did, so far the only ones who had come close where Momo after she used all of her quirk, and Toshinori who could pack away more than you'd think.
Since he was always being subject to these eating 'contests' Carter had been keeping track as well, so far the only ones who could at least keep pace with him were Ryukyu, Momo, and Nejire. Ryukyu needed no explanation, but turns out Nejire burned almost as many calories since her quirk could be used for so many different and useful things. She had even tried to outeat him but ended up in a food coma for two days, that had managed to impress him enough to give her a ride on his back above the city.
Emery was also face down in a plate of food after passing out half way, she lay for a few minutes before the day caught up to her and she drifted off to sleep.
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She woke with a violent jolt, face pressed into cold food gone sour with grease and rot. Her cheek stuck to the plate, and every small tug to free it made a soft, peeling sound that scraped at her nerves.
Her limbs were heavy. Not tired-heavy—restrained heavy. Each muscle felt as though it had been wrapped in unseen bands, holding her down. The room around her was hushed, too hushed, as though the air itself were listening. Then—
A growl. Not animal. Not entirely.
It started low, vibrating in her teeth before she even heard it with her ears—a deep, wet resonance like rocks grinding under the surface of a swamp.
And then came the chewing. A sound she felt more than heard. Wet and fibrous. Crunching and squelching in turns. Something massive, jaws working with slow precision, savoring its meal.
Her stomach cramped as the scent hit her. Not just blood—something worse. A sweetness under the copper tang, cloying like overripe fruit gone rancid. It coated the back of her tongue until she nearly gagged.
Footsteps followed.
Heavy, deliberate. Not quite even. Like something walking on legs that remembered being human but no longer were. Each step made the floor tremble slightly—not enough to shake dust, but enough to make the food on the table quiver.
Then, a poke. Something cold. Scaled. Wet. A snout—but the moisture on it felt too warm to be saliva. Her skin prickled. Her throat tightened. She didn't move. Couldn't. The thing hovered above her, silent now—so silent she could hear faint pops in its joints, like bubbles bursting in mud.
And then—
"DIE, YOU BEAST!"
The voice shattered the stillness. Heat ripped across the room in a blinding FWOOSH, throwing Emery into the wall. The impact snapped her eyes open, but she almost wished they hadn't. Light from the fire revealed everything.
The overturned tables, the streaked walls, the shapes scattered across the floor. Not quite whole. Not quite still. Shadows of what had been classmates twitched unnaturally, spasms running through limbs that shouldn't move.
And in the center of it all—
The monster. No… not a monster. Not just.
It was wrong. Its outline blurred at the edges, like she was seeing it through ripples of heat. Scales black as oil shimmered faintly, shifting with hues her eyes couldn't name. Its movements weren't fluid but staggered—like stop-motion animation played one frame too slow. Each twitch came a half-second after it should have, yet somehow faster than she could follow.
Shoto battled it with fire and ice, the heat washing over the room, bringing with it the sharp stink of scorched flesh—except the smell didn't dissipate. It thickened, grew heavier, until Emery swore she could taste the burn.
Then, suddenly—silence.
The creature collapsed, a jagged spear of ice lodged in its ribs. Its chest rose and fell in shallow shudders, like a beast in its final moments. But Emery knew. She could feel something still pulsing inside it, wrong and hot and hungry. Shoto stepped closer—
SHUNK!
The tail punched through his back. The sound was sharp, wet, final. A choked cry tore from his throat as the monster rose, dragging him up, its body knitting together, ice forced out with a sound like cracking knuckles.
It spoke.
Broken. Distorted.
"so WEaK… LiTtLe hUmAn."
Its jaw didn't move right—hinging too wide, too far, skin stretching like wet parchment. White eyes glared from sockets too deep, reflecting no light, only swallowing it.
And then— The bite. The tearing. The awful, wet finality of it.
Blood sprayed—not red but black in the nightmare light—spattering walls already drowning in shadow. The creature turned to her.
Its head tilted one way. Then the other. Too far. Bone-like cracks popped with each tilt. Its claws scraped the floor—not dragging lazily but tapping in deliberate rhythm, like a predator counting down.
One step.
Two.
Three.
The shadows bent toward it, stretching like rubber. The air grew heavy, thick, syrupy. Emery tried to scream, but her jaw wouldn't work. Her chest heaved, breath ragged, the edges of her vision blurring.
It smiled.
A thin, terrible thing.
The dripping from its jaws kept perfect time with her heartbeat—until it didn't. Until it slowed. Until it stopped. She blinked, and the monster was gone.
She was staring at Carter.
But her body still wouldn't move.
And faintly—too faint to be real—she could still hear it.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
From somewhere behind him.