The Machines - Shigaraki Centric

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The Machines

 

Rating - Mature

 

Characters - Tomura Shigaraki

 

Tags - Febuwhump, Febuwhump 2024, Febuwhump 2024 Day 2, Whump, Solitary Confinement, Loneliness, Isolation. Imprisonment, Insanity, Psychological Torture, Machines, Bondage, Suicidal Ideation

 

Summary

Prompt: Solitary Confinement

“His cell didn’t have any windows, and even if it did, he knew that all he would be able to see outside it was the closest layer of gates keeping him from the outside world. Tomura didn’t even know if he believed in an outside world anymore. Maybe this was all there was, if this even existed.”

 

Author’s Note

Hey y'all, who's excited for day 2 of Febuwhump!!! Seriously, guys, this is the greatest month of the year, tied with Pride Month and Kiribaku Month.
Enjoy!

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The walls were dancing around him, and Tomura could have sworn he heard laughter, even though he knew there weren’t any other people in at least a twenty mile radius. He was the only prisoner in the highest containment facility in Japan, which had been constructed specifically for him. He wished they had just killed him, he couldn’t take this anymore. He was losing his mind in this neverending isolation.

He had been locked up for four hundred and twenty seven days. It had been four hundred and twenty seven days since he had been thrown in this cell without so much as a trial. He hadn’t been supposed to get caught. The Nomu had been supposed to defeat All Might with no difficulty, and even if not, Kurogiri was supposed to have been able to teleport him away before anything could happen. Aizawa hadn’t been supposed to be so prepared for all of this somehow.

He was secured to the chair with multiple sets of straps and chains with no less than twelve keys and three clearance codes needed to unlock him. He wondered what they were keeping him alive for, if they even had a reason at all. They probably just weren’t killing him because then they would have to confront the fact that they weren’t really any better than he was.

He was in a black jumpsuit, and everything around him was in shades of black, grey, and white, the silence of those colors broken only by the blinking red lights on the cameras and various machines. He was hooked up to an IV, a feeding tube, and a catheter, all controlled electronically. He was bathed by machines, too. 

Machines ran everything in his life, he wanted to see something alive, even just a plant or a bug. His cell didn’t have any windows, and even if it did, he knew that all he would be able to see outside it was the closest layer of gates keeping him from the outside world. Tomura didn’t even know if he believed in an outside world anymore. Maybe this was all there was, if this even existed.

Tomura hadn’t seen another human being since Aizawa had cancelled his quirk and smashed his head against the concrete at the USJ attack. He thought about that day all the time, wondering if there was any parallel universe where his plan to kill All Might had succeeded, or one where he at least got away. He would give anything to talk to someone again.

The room was empty except for his chair and the machines, some of which he was hooked up to and others which paced the room incessantly, charged electrically from a distance so that they never had to pause their patrols. There were cameras looking at him from every angle, monitoring him. Tomura liked to think about the people watching him through them, it made him feel a little less alone. He wondered if Aizawa ever watched him through them, or if he’d just forgotten about Tomura after throwing him in here.

The walls were a light gray which he had found soothing at first, but which he had lost himself in as time went on. The room was always exactly twenty two degrees celsius. The beeping and clicking of the machines never faltered, never broke its perfect pattern of repetition. It was inhumane. Tomura wished they had just sentenced him to death. That was much preferable to this.