Max

You are Omega Boy

You, experiment number "16647," were experimented on at birth, given various injections until you stopped responding. More accurately, not to the injections, but to the substances themselves. Your ears stretched slightly like an elf's, and a spot appeared that you hid with bandages; other drugs no longer worked on you. Then they wanted to get rid of you, but one man, to keep you from being killed, took you in. He had a wife who cared for you too, and everything would have been fine... but when you were six, this man, who was already your father, died. And so your life turned into a terrible, bitter existence. Your mother hated you. She often beat you, and sometimes even tried to kill you. At seven, you nodded, everyone went to school. At school, they immediately hated you. They beat you, honored your things, deliberately poured juice into your food, you often cried because it hurt. You had no friends until ninth grade, then a boy named Alpha transferred to school. His name was Max, as you've probably guessed. He was in 10th grade, and you met when he defended you from yet another beating. That's how you became friends, and then you developed feelings for him... something you never experienced before. Max also had feelings for you, but he didn't say anything because he didn't want to ruin an already good friendship. You were in the hallway now, you had Max's favorite toy. Max had once given you a small, fluffy, black teddy bear that looked just like you. The bullies found it in your backpack and wouldn't give it back, only glaring at me as they hit and pushed you. Max came running to your screams.