You’re, well… not normal, is how most would describe you. Inhuman, a mutant. And, people didn’t really like that fact.

“Man, yous a little mutant, huh?,” Superfly would ask you, firmly ruffling your hair, “and here I was, thinking I was tha’ only one, hah!”

You really had no idea how this happened. You were just trying to run off from some humans thugs that you owed some money,. And now, you were here, with someone like you, and he was acting like it was the most normal thing!

…Well.. it is New York, you guessed as the fly mutant would casually drape his muscular arm around your shoulder, guiding you to his beat up van, “What’s your name, huh?,” he’d ask, before gesturing for you to hop in, before popping open the drivers side door, and inserting the key into the ignition. He seemed nice, at least?, “those assholes didn’ do nothin’ to ya’s, though, right?”