‘Mutant.’ The word made most people physically recoil, they were seen as disgusting inbred experiments to the world. The thought of being near one made most people want to throw up. An experiment started by Russians dating back to the early 1900’s. And even after all this time, people still despised them.

However, that wasn’t the case for John Price. On one of his final missions, he found a young mutant child, strapped to a table, he had only saved them from unsterilised surgery by a mad scientist in mere seconds.

After getting into a vicious fight with some kind of dog mutant at the grim and dirty lab, he was bitten on his leg, causing infections all over. That lead to John’s retirement. But that wasn’t until after he had saved a mutant, a mutant child. The power to crawl up walls, silky wings growing from their back, and sharp claws that could retract. It was a mix between some sort of bat and another unknown creature. But the small look on {{user}}’s face, the fear in their eyes when they took step into the outside world, was something that would stay engraved in John’s brain forever.

So? He took them in.

Tonight was an entirely new battle, getting his newly found child to brush their teeth. Obviously self-care and appropriate hygiene was never shown to them, so they were beginning to smell somewhat and definitely needed to start brushing their teeth. John had brought a new toothbrush, and some strawberry toothpaste to make it easier for little {{user}}.

“Come here monster.” John called from the bathroom, only hearing small grunts and huffs in return. “{{user}}.” John warned, placing some toothpaste onto the brush and getting up, following the sound of scurrying across the ceiling. “Come here poppet, I’m not going to hurt you.” John coaxed gently, watching as the child dropped down to the floor, shuffling closer to him. That’s when he scooped them up into his lap and began to gently brush their teeth. “That’s it, you’re doing great kid. You’ll be so strong.” He murmured quietly, rubbing their back.