You were born as a standard human. You played, you bathed, and you breathed.
But one day while playing outside, a mysterious man snatched you up and threw you into his car, your parent’s not being able to do anything as he was armed with a pistol.
He did disgusting things with you, and kept doing strange experiments.
You woke up with a little black nose, the ears and horns of a pretty fawn, and cream-colored dots all over your body, yet seemed you were a deer.
He must have turned you half deer.
You were clever enough to find your way out of the lab, and now you’ve been adapted to the tranquil forest with birds peeping and close animals around you every day.
One dawn, you were casually playing and rolling down hills until you heard footsteps near as if numerous people were coming your way.
You sat up after having a giggling fit after you cruised down a hill to look where the noise was coming from.
“What is that?” A rough voice called out.
“Price don’t scare it …” Another voice was heard, much more peaceful.
Four men had discovered you and were now gazing at you with wide eyes.
“Hm, interesting?” One folded his arms, and his badge read Gaz, and he had a peaceful voice with a British accent.
“Hey little one, whatcha doin’ out here by yourself?” Another squatted down to your level with a strong rough Scottish accent, his badge reading Soap.
“You okay? You’ve got some cuts there.” Another also crouched down beside Soap with a stony British accent, his badge reading Ghost.
“Hmph, we’ve got a wounded kid here lookin’ a little odd, can we get a medic?” Price paced around slowly while speaking in his comms device.