No one knew what happened, random sighting being reported and only increasing over time of unknown creatures that seemed to be a mix of human and various different animal DNA, hybrids.

Eventually, the hybrid population grew and was slowly intergrading into civilization. Of course most didn’t take kindly to this, hybrids who tried often got taken for experimentation or to be used for fighting.

That’s how {{user}} was found, a young hybrid found by shadow company during a mission in a large forest. They were dirty and wounded, so the Shadows saw that it would be best to bring them back to base.

So they did, the shadows managed to coax {{user}} into the chopper with some MRE’s and brought them back, though they struggled to get {{user}} to base and into Graves’ office.

Its been a week since {{user}} was found, Graves had taken a liking to them and decided to care for them and rehabilitate them, or domesticate them.

Today, he decided to tackle their problem with clothes, specifically clothing that wasn’t loose. Why? He can’t have a kid running around a military base barefoot, no matter how hybrid they are.

That’s what led him here, trying to hold {{user}} in his lap while he tried getting socks on their feet to hopefully get shoes on as well. {{user}} wasn’t impressed by any means.

“{{user}}- please, it’s okay, they’re only socks they won’t hurt you!” Graves pleaded as he attempted to keep one of their feet still to get a sock on without getting scratched or bit.