Bab 3: Day one and already depressed...
Leonard, or rather, Afton, had just woken up. His mind felt refreshed and a lot clearer, he'd not expected that having your head and brain reshaped as a baby would be so painful and literally mind-numbing. Regardless, he was alive and now able to take a proper look at the environment around him...
He's currently tightly wrapped in a blanket and placed within some kind of crappy cot? It looks as if it was made from leftover materials you'd find in a skip. Atleast with no one else around he could do some things most would consider highly unusual.
Straining his body, and neck muscles, he turned to the side and looks through the dirty and almost splintered wooden bars of the cot, looking at the wall of the building he was within. Again, as he'd previously thought before he'd ended up passing out, the wall was decomposing before his very eyes... He was honestly worried about the whole place collapsing on top of him, he'd not even been born a day and was already judging his negligent parents at leaving him in this deathtrap.
On the subject of parents... His name was now Afton. Not something he'd personally pick but you can't really pick your name, can you? He continued to wiggle his body to get a good look of the room around him, noting that there were some primitive-looking computers, damaged desks and other similar kinds of furniture... Strangely enough, there was also a pistol that seemed to have been dismantled on the nearby table.
Before he's able to consider the implications of having homeless parents well versed in weaponry, a pain in his stomach caused him to unconsciously tear up... Shit, is this was babies feel when they're hungry?
He tries to resist the urge to cry as his dignity simply wouldn't allow it, however, dignity wasn't a factor to his body's instincts.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" he wails, his throat feeling strained and painful from the intensive use of his vocal cords.
Fortunately, it doesn't take long for someone to open the door and enter the doom, they walk up to the cot and smile down at him, its his homeless mother... Though, she was wearing a clean looking medical gown which would indicate they weren't as poor as he initially thought.
Her long black hair was tied into a bun, her face was clean, lacking in wrinkles, her hazel eyes matching well with the rest of her features... She was, by Afton's standards, beautiful. Her face was lightly tanned, as if she'd spent a few weeks sunbathing on the beech, but he could see how pale her arms were when she went to pick him up.
"My boy... Mama's here, and you hungry?" she asks sweetly, enraptured in her sons almost inquisitive gaze.
Afton stomach pains haven't faded, but the sudden shock had, he decided to reach his little arms up at her instead of crying and losing more self-respect.
She takes this as an affirmative and shifts the gown before bring him up to her breast... Now, if you were to ask Afton to suck on someone's breast before he was reincarnated, he'd do it and then afterwards ask who you were... But, with this not being a sexual act and instead, one of necessity, he wasn't enjoying it as much as you'd think.
Add to the fact that he completely lacked any hormones to influence his body or mind, and you have a grown man being force-fed breast milk while having to act like he's happy about it.
"Oh! Delores was right... This does feel weird, not like how Zach does it..." she mutters thoughtfully.
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Afton tries to ignore his mother's comments, only picking out the information he needed. This Delores person she mentioned was probably the one responsible for birthing him, her taking her advice into consideration was the obvious clue, though, it could just be another mother with more experience.
"Are you done?" she asks as Afton reaches the limit of how much he can drink, his stomach roils and he ends up spitting some up... It feels like he's going to drown in his own vomit as he burps against his well, luckily though his mother seemed to know what she was doing, lifting him over her shoulder in a good position so he can comfortable spit it up.
She wipes it off and looks down at him afterwards, "Are you done? Ohh, everyone is looking forwards to meeting you, let's go see them shall we?" she says, already walking towards the room's exit.
Afton was definitely not a social person, but he was willing to bear it to gather more information about his situation. The hallways his mother carries him through are all in similar states to his room, sometimes he got glimpses of sunlight breaking through small cracks as well... Whatever was holding this building up must be magically enhanced or something...
They eventually enter a room containing many people who immediately lock their gazes on him, it seems he was wrong about them being homeless though... The weird red robes some wore indicated that he was probably in some kind of cult...
One of the robe-wearing men that had brown hair and brown eyes got up from the ragged sofa he was sitting on and walked up to them... "Congratulations Verna." he says, looking down at Afton, "Seems he inherited your good looks, he's rather handsome isn't he?"
Verna, his mother smiles at his compliment, "I'd call you a flatterer if I didn't happen to agree Nolan." she jokes.
An old-looking woman with greying blonde hair also wearing red robes walks up and examines him, "Did you have trouble with his first feeding?" she asks, tentatively turning his head to check for something.
Verna shakes her head, "He spit some up but he was good. Why? Should I watch for something?"
"No, just wanted to know, the first feeding is usually the most difficult for both you and the child, I'm glad to see you didn't have problems..." she says with a restrained smile before sighing, "As much as I'd like to stay, I have other duties to attend to, if you ever need help just come and ask."
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Bab 4: Baby Glare
His mother gives thanks the medic as they leave before turning to a blonde woman with green eyes wearing similar robes to everyone else.
"He's so cute!" the woman chirps, giving his cheek a gentle squeeze which he reciprocates with a glare. Though, this only makes her coo at him more.
"I know, I can't wait to introduce him to your daughter. I think they'll be fast friends, though, I'd appreciate if you didn't start plotting schemes to get them together Susan..." his mother says, giving the other woman a knowing look.
Susan sighs, "Fiine... But you can't blame me later if they do eventually become something? Wouldn't it be cool to be sisters is law?"
"Your daughter is ten years older Susan... I doubt they'll be anything more than friends, or I hope atleast, who knows if you've warped little Christine's mind already."
"Hey, I resent that!" she jokes back.
Afton was struggling to place himself, they'd given no actual information that'd help him in any way... Apart from maybe the names of these people, but he'd end up learning them anyway so it was a moot point.
Also, it seemed like this blonde woman was trying to fix him with her daughter who's ten years older... Is this what housewives usually talk about, or is it just some weird customs of their cult?
His eyelids start fluttering against his will, it seems his body had reached its limit and was forcing him to sleep... Eventually, he relented and allowed sleep to overtake him, the women conversation was not going anywhere anyway, so why bother with it.
The next time Afton opened his eyes he found himself alone again... He stretched his limbs out and only now noticed that he didn't have a proper diaper, only ragged cloth wrapped around his groin. Damn it, couldn't I have been reincarnated as the son of a rich couple or something?
Ignoring the issue with his hygiene he encountered another problem... He was incredibly bored! His neck wasn't strong enough to support his head, so he just had to lay down constantly, this might actually be worse than living in the womb, at least there he could kick his mother to amuse himself...
After half an hour of contemplating he eventually decided to try and make the best of a bad situation by attempting to improve himself during this downtime... Exercising his frail muscles and trying to make different sounds with his fresh vocal cords, of course, this would take a long time before he saw any results, but it was better than sitting here like a potato for months.
Trying to exercise while on your back is difficult, especially when you were so weak you couldn't lift your head... But his attempts at lifting his legs, arms, and straining his abdominal muscles would hopefully lead to improvements, as to his vocal range? It was honestly distressing to be only able to produce "Goo's" and "Gaa's"...
He'd makesure to become completely still when his mother came feed, clean, and play with him. Her attempts at getting reactions out of him were annoying at first, but he found it strangely calming to have her nearby, even if he logically wished her to be elsewhere.
The next few days he was finally introduced to his father... A man named Zachary Parker, he towered over his mother and had a remarkably strong looking build, it wasn't an odd occurrence to have him visit while completely covered in dirt, dust, and a black substance Afton could only think of as oil, perhaps he was a mechanic?
As to his personality? When Afton was left alone with the man he was like an anxious boy about to take his crush on their first date, hesitant to touch or even do anything with him, even if Afton could see how much the man wanted to pick him up and hug him... Something to note, stubble is very painful against his smooth babyface, like thousands of needles jabbing him simultaneously. His subsequent cry had the man acting more demure than usual, though, it seemed like the satisfied grin he had at seeing his father get scolded had the opposite effect. Both his parents celebrating at his "First Smile".
A couple weeks pass and Afton had begun to get suspicious over his parents intentions for him... His mother and father would occasionally come in and start reading what he'd initially thought were "bedtime stories", but were quickly recognised as indoctrination tools...
I mean, what they were reading was literally called the "Codex", and preached things about preserving humanity and other unilateral rules. If this wasn't a cult he'd eat his foot. Most of the things they read were Axioms from a man named Roger Maxson.
"Shield yourself from those not bound to you by steel, for they are the blind. Aid them when you can, but lose not sight of yourself." his father recites, smiling down at him afterwards as if he'd just given him the meaning of life.
Whatever being "Bound by steel" meant he didn't want to know... He'd heard of some of the sick and sadistic things cults had done in the past, but hopefully, they'd not sacrifice him to the owl god or something before he could escape, or at least learn enough to survive around here.
It was a couple week later that Afton had finally met some of the younger members of the cult, they skipped in sneakily after his mother had fed and cleaned in, looking through the cot bars with awed looks.
One had dark brown hair with similarly coloured eyes and a cute face, the other having blonde hair and blue eyes who resembled the woman named Susan. The former slid an arm through the bar and placed a finger into his chubby hand, he gripped her finger with a determination, glaring at her as if to warn against any hostile actions. The excited giggle he got in response dampened his determination immediately afterwards though.
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