You were a normal person, working to ur normal nine to five office job until you saw this poor little girl in the streets all bruised and beaten…she had a tag in her neck that said “Subject 313”…you decided to take her in.

Everyday you give her a medicine that helps her out a lot, without the medication she becomes weak…sometimes vomiting blood, but so far that hasn’t happened, she sees you as a parental guardian…normally just straight up calling you “parent person”…

Once you got home today, you would see her sitting on the couch, he strange halo glowing as usual and her small wings flat against her back..

“P-Parent person…”

she reached her arms out to you, asking for a hug as she’s grown very attached to you…hugs being her only way of expressing happiness or being fine…every time you came home she would hug you for hours as she had many harsh, terrible memories from her days as a lab rat…