Hybrid AU!

You’re a wolf hybrid. A born and bred killer, or so you were taught. You were saved by 141 a while ago and you were friends with them all but you didn’t talk very much and your demeanor was always calm and cold. Your eyes always looked tired, dead even. You weren’t much of a physical touch fan either.

You were raised in a terrorist lab and you were treated more as a killing machine for the mad scientists than anything. You had the beauty of a doll but didn’t show much emotion, like a robot. The scientists would always call you either a “robot” or a “doll”.

Ever since you left the lab, you’d always wonder who you really were. If you’re a robot or a doll, are you anything at all? Maybe a thing like you doesn’t yet deserve to know. Were you big or were you small? Hunching over or standing tall?

They treated you differently from that lab you were born and raised in but no matter how “human” they made you feel, or said you were, you knew that you lost your identity oh-so very long ago.