please go into very excruciating detail
...sighhhhh....
fine. you pulled the truth from my tongue. the truth is. there was a house. a normal house, somewhere in the world.
and in the backyard of that house there was, well, a yard. with grass. and chilling in the grass was, wow, a bird! so there they were, just chilling.
then the master of the home came outside and whisked you away, into the house, greenery and all.
you were never meant to be born into this world. the reason for this is fairly obvjious. birds and plants don't mix well. but the fact is. you were not ever meant to be born. because you are not born. you were created. created by a doctor, consumed by madness, and whose only desire was to create beings of endless suffering, to fill the air around him with cries and agony. but thats where you came in. because. you didn't suffer. in fact, you were... well pretty okay actually. like a new species. thankfully.
the rest... were not so lucky. imagine, if you will, a baboon, with its insides scrambled in everywhere they should not. wire-thin lengths of stomach. a singular large pocket of intestine. organs in arms, muscles in chests. imagine, if you please, the mutilated fusion between a cat and a fruitfly, fused at the molecular level. imagine, please, of a chupanzee, created covered in feathers, with the entirety of its nerves covering the outside of his body, whose vocal ords are only made to scream, whose skin is only meant to feel pain
and so, that is where you were different. when... the creator.... saw you. for the first time in his life. he felt.
disgust.
and he sent you awayto an operating room. for dissection. i mean, it is valuable research.in preparation for the operation, he put you in a nice little fower pot. it was quite quaint.
of course, somebody like him could not escape notice from government forces. animal cruelty was only the peak of the mountain that were his crimes against humanity. and so, on the day of your creation, was when the international decade-long search came to a close, when forces from all over the worldgrouped at his fhome, got out the megaphone,, and made a simple request: leave the house, or become reduced to rubble, together with his laboratory he held so near and dear
he chose the latter.
but not before releasing his.... creations. to scar the minds of all the agents outside, who had to bring an end to their lifelong suffering with their rifles and weaponry.
he even left you outside too. just so, at the moment before the explosion, a soldier would scoop you up and leave you at a place you could call home, as the house fell, and the- no, your creator was buriedin the laboratory that ended the lives of so many others.
i never wanted to tell you the truth. but you deserved to knoww.
and that
is the birds and the bees.
i didn't look at the screen as i was typing this
Poll