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?; tell me, what does sweet mean?
??; Sweet? It just means that it tastes good.
?; Is that thing you're eating sweet?
??; yeah, it's called a cookie, you've never had one before?
?; ...
??; alright, you can have mine.
I grew up in the slums of the S.E.A.A. I live off anything I could find, often going days without food. I had to obtain water, no matter what that required, sewage, swamps and even blood of corpses. I lived like that for 15 years after my mother died when I was 4. My body was so thin I looked like a skeleton wrapped in a tin layer of skin. One night, I was laying on asphalt waiting for death to arrive once again, that was when I was discovered by a secret organization. They took me and several other children with a story similar to mine, where for the next 5 years, we were put through a simulation of multiple hells for human experimentation, to create the ultimate human. They injected us with experimental drugs, cut off our limbs, replaced them with artificial ones while we were still conscious, broke bones, sliced through ligaments, the ones who died earliest were the luckiest, with luck lowering after the survival of each experiment. Out of the 50 children abducted, only I remained, however, I was imperfect, because of the body I was given I didn't meet the desired result, so they embedded a living organism in me, guess I was too valuable to dispose of I guessed. They then force fed me over and over and over again to the point of obesity. However, no matter how obese I became, I would always grow thin. The organism gave me strength and regeneration but at a cost. I hate it, those 6 bastards, I hate them too, this world, I hate it as well. I tried to take my own like many times, but it wouldn't let me.
Vel's smashed head on the ground (slowly stopping regeneration); finally,
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Child Vel after taking a bit of the cookie in tears; It's good.
Thank you.
EOC