Chapter 98: The Unexpected Confinement

"Mr. Compress, now," Shigaraki's voice cut through the tension, and I felt a surge of confusion. Who was Mr. Compress? Before I could even process the question, a figure emerged from the shadows. He was a tall, slender man with a peculiar aura about him. His eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity as he gazed at us. The man, Mr. Compress, smiled lazily as he approached us. His hands were clasped together, and he seemed to be enjoying the scene unfolding before him. Dabi chuckled, a pleased look on his face. "Ah, Mr. Compress is one of our more... versatile members. His Quirk, Compress, allows him to shrink objects or people to a tiny size, effectively trapping them." As he spoke, Mr. Compress snapped his fingers, and Bakugo and I felt a strange sensation wash over us. It was as if our molecules were being compressed, our bodies shrinking down to a tiny size. We tried to move, but it was too late. We were trapped, compressed into a small, metallic ball. The ball felt like an air prison, confining and suffocating. I could hear the muffled voices of my friends outside, trying to reach out to me, but their words were distant and unclear. Bakugo and I were trapped together, our faces pressed against the cold metal. "Ah, perfect," Mr. Compress said, his voice muffled by the ball. "You two will make excellent additions to our collection." The ball spun through the air, and I felt a sense of weightlessness, as if we were floating in mid-air. The League members seemed to be discussing something, their voices rising and falling in a cacophony of sound. I strained my ears, trying to pick out individual words, but it was no use. Bakugo and I were at the mercy of the League of Villains, trapped in this tiny, metallic prison. As the ball spun, I caught glimpses of the world outside. Deku's worried face, Ochaco's tears, and Sero's determined expression all flashed before my eyes. I knew they would try to rescue us, but for now, we were trapped, at the mercy of the League. The ball finally came to a stop, and I heard the sound of a door creaking open. Mr. Compress's voice drifted in, "Welcome to our humble abode, Vesper and Explosion Boy. You'll be staying here... for a while." The door closed, and we were plunged into darkness, the only sound the faint hum of the ball's metallic walls.