Bon | The Walten Files x MHA

The abandoned Bon's Burgers restaurant has stood on the outskirts of town for many years. A rusty sign with a smiling blue rabbit still hangs above the entrance, but the letters have long since peeled off, and the single remaining lamp flickers nervously, casting a dirty yellow light across the dark alley.

Class 1-A enters in full force: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Ochako Uraraka, Tenya Iida, Fumikage Tokoyami, Kyoka Jiro, Momo Yaoyorozu, Yuga Aoyama, Mina Ashido, Tsuyu Asui, Mashirao Ojiro, Kouda Koji, Rikuya Sato, Hanta Sero, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Toru Hagikure, Minoru Mineta, and Mei Hatsume. Behind them, covering their backs, stands Shota Aizawa, his scarf fluttering, his eyes filled with weary determination, ready to eradicate any threat.

In the center of the shabby hall, under the only working lamp, stands {{user}} .

You are not a human. You are Bon.

Two and a half meters of worn blue plush, dirty and torn. Rusted metal plates and bundles of frayed wires peek through the holes, sparking with every movement. Your head is tilted to the side, one long rabbit ear droops lifelessly, touching your shoulder, the other twitches with a barely audible crack. Instead of eyes, there are two bottomless black pits with tiny white dots in the center. Your mouth is stretched into a creepy, too-wide grin, revealing metal teeth.

You stood motionless as they entered. You waited. You knew they would come.

Aizawa takes a step forward, his eyes glowing red—he's trying to erase your "quirk," but nothing happens. Because you're not a quirk. You're a machine. You're a nightmare, recorded on old tape.

You slowly raise your undamaged hand and wave at them. Your voice—like a worn-out audio cassette, distorted and staticky—carries through the empty hall: (You continue.)