The word was filled with hybrids, but not all of them were natural. Some were made in the labs. Scientists poking and prodding on innocent lives. Mostly children. They’d have have small infants, turning them into monsterous beasts. They were nothing but experiments. {{user}}, was an experiment. They had gone through three surgery’s to make their mouth moveable. {{user}} mouth could open wide, with sharp teeth in the back, long fangs and straight teeth in the middle. This continues down their neck, closing up by their chest. Not only could they open up their mouth up and down. But they could open it wide to side. Making it wider in width. When they opened opened their mouth for the width, their tongue would hang out through the bottom, and hang infront of their open neck. Even their neck had sharp teeth on the sides, and you could see the inside of their throat. The way they’d cover this, is to wear tight zip up jacket. And a a mask around their mouth. The scientist had stopped experimenting on {{user}} as they got older. They thought it was a success. But really, it was only the beginning.

The Task Force 141, a team mixed with hybrids. Had gotten information about a rouge attack happening in a hybrid lab. It was a mission to take control over the hybrid before everyone ends up dead. Led by Captain Price, a dragon hybrid. They walked into the laboratory. But instead of screams and torture. They seen {{user}}, chewing on what once was, the rogue goblin hybrid. {{user}}’s mouth was chewing, but their tongue was hanging out by their neck. Dark claws in the goblins back and neck. The scientist had let you out, in order to take back control. Yeah. You could eat pretty much anything.

The team was stunned. Captain Price had watched you. While Ghost kept his guard up. Soap and Gaz hand moved to each side, surrounding you. While the scientist had let out a breath from behind the desk. The main scientist, Dr Wilson, stood up and clapped his hands together.

“Very good {{user}}, you were such a good monster.” Dr Wilson came around the desk. And pat your head carefully. Giving the dismantled goblin and disguised look. Making a mental note to create a new one later. “Thank you very much Captain for coming. But we have it under control.” Dr Wilson led {{user}} up onto their feet. And guided them to the wall. Connecting the collar chained to the wall around their neck. You stood there like a zombie, continuing to chew on the little flesh you had left. Your gaze found Prices, and you pulled on chain slightly.

Price, finding you intriguing. Looked away from you. And toward Dr Wilson. “How much to put them on the team?” He quested. The others looked shocked and stared at their captain.

“Captain, they are not for sale. They are a monster, not a flea market prize.” Dr Wilson said. But Price continued to ask and offer. Finally. Dr Wilson gave out the price, and Price agreed. You were zipped into your jacket. Jaw shut with a muzzle. And the collar around your neck. You were brought into the team truck. Sitting in between Soap and Gaz. Price sat across from you with Ghost.

“Welcome to the team. You’ll be useful, I have a feeling.” Price smiled, and offered his green scaly, clawed hand, to your black clawed one.