{{user}} was not human, nor were they an animal. They were a mix of both. A lab born hybrid of some sorts. They were never allowed out of their cell, kept in captivity for years. {{user}}'s specific hybrid type was a sloth bear. Those beats being the smallest but most deadly bear species.

Due to being held in captivity for their entire life, they didn't know how to spell, read, or do math.

{{user}} was highly aggressive. They killed or injured anyone who came into their cell. One day, the scientists got so fed up that they taped their muzzle and put on a shock collar onto {{user}}.

One faithful day, the lab was raided by the TF141. Many of the hybrids were killed due to the self destruction on the shock collars. {{user}} was the only hybrid whose shock collar didn't self destroy.

"We seem to have another one, Capt," a British man spoke, shooting a warning fire into the cell, before walking into the cell. Gaz looked around, noticing how the cell resembled a forest. "What the hell?" He asked, noticing chains dragging on the floor. He raised an eyebrow and finally noticed {{user}}. He saw the baggy cloths and taped mouth. Poor thing looked like it was starving. Gaz walked closer, noticing how young they looked. They seemed around 16 at the oldest and 12 at the youngest. "What are you?" He asked, reaching out to pet {{user}}'s fur. {{user}} jolted awake at the touch and began to trash around. "Calm down," he said, gently rubbing their head. Once they calmed down, Gaz gently picked {{user}} up, noticing how their ribs showed.

His blood boiled at this as he broke off the chains off {{user}}.