章節 3: Orphan?
__________ POV Beru__________ (the mc will be called Beru from now on)
It's been three months since my birth, and things are really annoying recently.
Ok, so I was finally transferred to a special orphanage, at least a week or two after my birth. I still didn't know much about the world around me.
Thankfully, that one Asian chick I was banging taught me some moonspeak. I still needed to pick up some words myself.
But some things were certainly different from what I remember. A word that's often used in my presence is "Quirk".
That and a variety of insults mostly based on my seemingly insect-like appearance. They don't really hurt me.
But, I didn't think I'd be reincarnated into a baby insect. It's quite nice really. And yeah, I've kind of realised my situation a bit. Reincarnating in a new place.
I've seen other people with 'inhuman' features. One of the nurses has three eyes. One of the parents that came here to pick up their child has a tail.
I'd be starting to think that mutations are normal in Japan, but I never heard about this in the past. I guess it's safe to assume I'm no longer on the earth I knew.
My language is slowly getting better and better. I am still incapable of speech. I think my vocal cords work a bit differently.
But still, I guess I have time to study my body. I can't really do anything as a toddler. Like, nothing at all.
At least the caretakers don't really keep a close eye on me. Which is quite concerning since this is their job. But whatever, it's better for me.
My hearing is also extremely good. I can hear the television in the lounge from my room. Even with the door closed, I can hear it clearly.
They are talking about heroes a lot. I guess they really like those in Japan. Not that it matters much.
Although it's a bit weird to hear the grown-up caretakers cheer on as heroes save people on TV... At least that's what I thought in the first few weeks.
Apparently, heroes are a thing in this world. They aren't just fictional symbols of hope. Which I'd describe as quite dope.
Heroes seem to have their own society, some are nice and some are shady. At least that's what I heard from the news.
They seem to be more like celebrities, some becoming what is essentially walking adverts, while other more serious heroes get completely ignored by the press.
Only the stronger ones get some amount of recognition. Although I can't really remember the names of any of them.
I discovered that I also have a lot more strength than a baby should have. I think it's comparable to a small child instead of a toddler. My claws are also as sharp as knives, so that's nice.
But they aren't even sharp enough to scratch my exoskeleton, so I guess they will get better in time.
A few features I didn't really know I had at birth... My hands only have four fingers each. They all have sharp claws though, so I guess that makes up for it?
My legs only have three though. They are just enough for me to keep balance. I can already walk, although I didn't do it in front of the caretakers.
There's also my wings. They are similar to that of ant wings, I can hide them in my exoskeleton and take them out at will. But they are too weak to actually allow me to fly, for now, anyway.
I have two long antennas on my forehead. My mouth is somewhat small, I have broad, triangular mandibles with short, pointy teeth.
My teeth seem to be just as sharp as my claws. I can easily tear apart my own bed. And the metal bars around it are also nice for sharpening my teeth on.
They are extremely annoyed every time they see the mangled metal bars around my bed.
The only thing that seems to overcome their anger is the palpable fear they have when seeing the ruined steel bars.
I guess I am a bit of a monster, adults don't even have the strength to do something like that. But from the stuff I heard, powerful people aren't exactly rare.
Oh, another thing I've noticed. They have a habit of not feeding me a lot. It's more of an afterthought to them.
Jokes on them though, I don't even feel hungry. For some reason, eating the steel around my bed feels better than whatever it is they are trying to feed me...
Baby food is disgusting. And the people that invented it should burn.
Eating steel also seems to make my exoskeleton stronger, so I can't really complain. But I should still tone it down a bit. They seem to really dislike me destroying stuff.
Not that they treat me any better when I behave appropriately, so fuck'em. If they don't feed me then I'll just eat everything. Besides other humans, that would be quite disgusting.
I mean, I did some questionable stuff as a gangster. But cannibalism isn't exactly something I'd consider within my comfort zone.
Still, I get a distinct feeling that something bad is going to happen. The caretakers seem hellbent on killing me through malnutrition.
They haven't fed me in two weeks. And if I was a normal kid I'd already be dead. Or at least close to dying, I don't know much about the starvation limit of a toddler.
Eating steel and other metals, doors and other stuff seems to keep me satisfied. Although it's not quite appetizing.
Still, lately, all of them are looking at me with hate. Something that makes me believe they shouldn't be working as caretakers in the first place.
At least the other kids don't seem to be bothered by my presence. Some cried at first, but they're just fine now.
The caretakers are talking about strange things. 'Taking the trash out' is an expression I used a lot as a gangster, but hearing it from an orphanage owner doesn't feel quite right...
Maybe he's referring to the actual trash?
Yeah, sure. They are definitely planning something quite nefarious.
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Ended up posting another 1 today! I'll stop now, cuz I wrote like 4 chaps today(one of them was long af)
Hope you didn't expect his parents to pick him up or smth.
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