sorry this is shit x


Part One.


My mother,she told me,”Don’t get in trouble”

My father,he told me,he knew I would

My brothers,they told me,”Don’t give a damn”

My sister,she told me to do something good


You sat in the back of your fathers car, crossing your arms as you slouched and looked out of the window. Your mom sat in the passengers seat and huffed, trying to reason with him, ”Don’t you fuss at them. If this school didn’t work out, it’s for a reason. At least they got the training they needed to control themselves.” You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to make yourself sleepy that way you didn’t have to listen to any more of their conversation. “Three weeks! You think three weeks is enough for these people? The broadcast said they needed months, maybe even years of training!”

“I know what the broadcast said but I am not going to force my child to stay in an academy they don’t feel comfortable in!”

“Why the hell not? It’s filled with their kind!”

“Enough! I will not let you speak about them this way. It’s hard enough for them to be different, they don’t need their own damn father treating them like they don’t belong. Listen, they were given a few pairs of those special gloves. The professor told me that if they needed any more, we could return and ask.”

Ignoring the insults, you pull out your phone and start a group chat with your friends. As grateful as you were for your supportive mom and older siblings, you couldn’t help but hate the living hell you were in. Being diagnosed with NHGZ, or Non-Human Gene Z, at five years old was confusing and drastic enough for you but to also be outcasted by the public and even your own father was worse. You considered yourself one of the lucky ones though, at least you didn’t have to partake in any of the government experiments; you’ve heard many who did, have died almost a month in. Eleven years later and you’re still alive. “Sweetheart..” you heard your mother call to you.


“How were the classes? Did the gloves end up helping?”

You looked down at your now gloved hands. Your power was an odd but very dangerous one; by flexing your fingers and contorting them, somehow you were able to control bodies if your “telekinetic aura was…” something. If you were being honest, you didn’t pay too much attention to your trainers as you were too busy focusing on the other students and seeing what their powers were. On your first day in, one of the head trainers handed you specially made gloves to wear that way you could mess with your fingers without injuring the nearest couple of people around on accident like you’ve been doing these past couple of years.

Glancing at your father, you carefully flexed your fingers and nodded when nothing happened, ”Yeah, I’d say they’re doing their job. It’s going to take awhile to get used to wearing them all the time though, especially in the sum–“

“Listen here and listen well, I better not see you with them off because I am just about done with E.R visits. Since you think you’re too good for that school and you’d rather be home, do us all a favor and keep those on. Let’s try to be a normal family for once.” He hissed as he pulled into the driveway and headed straight inside as soon as he parked the car. You glanced at your mother and she just rubbed her temples, shaking her head as she exited the car and helped you with your bags. “Ignore him. I’m happy to have you home and so are your brothers and sister so let’s head inside and have some dinner,okay?”

You nodded and gave her a tight hug before grabbing the rest of your bags, blinking in confusion when you see a folded note inside one of the outside pockets. Thinking one of the other students placed it there before you left, you grabbed it and unfolded it; a drawing of a red balloon tied to what looked like an old coin was drawn across the page. “Whatever. Must be some goodbye joke I must not have heard of.”


“Welcome back,ugly!”

“Hey tiny,we missed you!”

“Hurry up and sit, tell us everything you saw!”

The twins and your sister practically dragged you to the dining table as your mom served everyone,minus your father. He preferred to eat his dinner in his home office and neither of you really seemed to care. “There were a lot of NHGZ’s there. Like, a lot. I didn’t even know that many people were affected. Anyways, some had really cool abilities like sonic screaming, self duplication, and one of them, I think, even knew how to move rocks and earthy stuff or whatever.” You grinned as you stuffed your mouth with your moms Tuesday night pasta.

The night went on and you told your family stories upon stories about your short time there and what you were taught if you ever needed to actually use your secret ability. Fascinated, they asked you questions and examined your new gloves in awe. “So you need to keep these on at all times?” One of the twins asked as he took your hand in his and ran his fingers over the material. “Basically. Now I don’t have to worry about breaking someone’s leg if I need to crack my knuckles or anything.” You nodded as you held out your other hand to show your sister. She snorted playfully and also touched the gloves, “What luck do you have. You can’t go an hour without that creepy habit and yet that’s what your dangerous power relies on.”

Everyone laughed and you smiled as you looked around at your supportive family, happy you’re back where you belong.


Unlikely Parallels → Sleeping Beauty // Outlast: Whistleblower

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…”

Not really in the mood for ecchi mangas rn but I’m bored af, let’s see how bad this is gonna be-

Wait- so THE LADY ARMOR IS ACCURATE AND DOESN’T DO THE BOOB-ARMOR STYLE?! HELLO YES YOU HAVE MY ATTENTIO- no wait I’m not falling for that, could be like that one time with the anime lady’s basketball and have ““cutesy”“ weak moves and no actual powerful action-

*wheezes* ok you have 90% of my attention-

HELLO YES, NOW (combining the points from the previous statement) YOU HAVE