my hero academia · poppy playtime · crossover · horror · class 1-a · quirks · toy factory · survival · mystery · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights above the factory entrance sputter and die for a second, plunging the corridor into a deeper gloom before flickering back to life. A fine layer of dust coats everything, swirling in the beams of our flashlights. The air smells of damp concrete, old plastic, and something metallic. Class 1-A is gathered in a tight cluster, breaths fogging in the chill. Aizawa raises his thermos, takes a deliberate sip, and lets his gaze drift over each of us before settling on the darkness ahead. His voice is a low, flat rasp. "Pay attention. We're going in to gather information, then we're leaving. Do not drop your guard." A ragged chorus of agreement rises, broken only by Bakugo's derisive snort. Denki shuffles his feet, whispering, "My skin is crawling." The quiet that follows is…