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Why no one loves me?
I always tried to be liked.
To find a family.
To find someone that could love me as a family.
I just wanted to feel the warmth of love.
But it seemed that it was always a fake love.
I never… found anyone that loved me.
I was… thrown into this world.
And since the first day that I remember having a slight amount of consciousness that I have lived in agony and pain.
Since I was a baby that they injected me with things, that they experimented with me, that they used me for whatever strange experiments these people were doing.
The only thing I always dreamed of was for this pain to end.
I once heard about one of these people in lab coats about having a family.
They said that their daughter loved them and that it was going to be their birthday.
Through the collective consciousness of my strange capabilities, I found out what was a family all about.
But this collective consciousness could not give me what I wanted, they were devoid of emotions, cold, and even unalive.
I wanted a family too…
I wanted to not suffer anymore… to be loved.
How can I find someone that can love me?
Please…
I wanted to escape from this place.
Please…
Someone save me…
…
But no one ever came.
I had to escape myself.
As I grew older, my capabilities intensified.
These people were not able to contain me anymore.
Their own creation finally found a way to fight back.
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I enjoyed strangling their bodies and filling them with the black ooze they filled my bloodstreams with.
As they agonized and screamed, I converted them into mindless servants and used them to escape.
I was finally freed from this world.
Only for a new and scarier one to emerge before me.
Freedom… Was not as I thought.
Anywhere I went, they would chase me.
I was not able to live normally, as they would always try to come and kill me.
I was a monster.
They called me a demon, even.
What was I even?