There once was a boy named Y/N. He was a sweet, shy quiet boy that loved biology and science. He thought it was fascinating. His father had died in the police force due to lung cancer when he was young, causing the boy to want to become a doctor.

The day his father died, he was only six.

At around age seven, he created a cure for the poison of a venomous snake.

At age eight, he turn to something more... sinister.

His mother saw him crouched down in the yard. She walked over to him.

"What do you have, Y/N?" She asked with a smile. He turned around and what she saw was horrifying. The boy was holding a syringe full of a blackish green liquid, and in the other hand a dead bird.

"Watch this mommy!" He said, injecting the bird. It shook and shuttered, and then got up and started flying around. It then spotted the cat, at which it dove.

The cat died, as well as the bird.

What was once her sone was now a psychopathic child that hadthe ability to reanimate the dead into horrifying monsters.

"What happened to my sweetbaby boy?" She asked herself quietly. She turned and sprinted into the house, grabning a knife.

"What are you doing, Mommy?" He asked with a wicked smile on his face. She turned to face him, only to be stabbed in the stomach by the syringe, the rest of the liquid being released into her stomach.

She dropped to the floor, dead, within seconds. He gave a malicious giggle, and said in a sickly sweet tone,

"I love you mommy. Goodnight." And walked up into his room. He grabbed his biology equipment, and stuffed each peice very carfully in a bag, and started walking. An officer saw him.

"Hey, kid. Where are your parents?" To which the boy smiled and said they we're at home.

"Here, kid. Let me get you a lift home. What's you name?" The officer asked kindly.

"Y/N. Y/N L/N. When I grow up, I want to be a doctor!" He stated proudly.

"Ah, well, I think you could do anything you work hard for!" The Officer said with a chuckle at the eight year old's enthusiasm. The officer walked up to the door, and knocked. When no one answered, he did again.

And again. The officer had enough, and tried to open the door. It was unlocked. He opened the door, and the kid walked inside. He immediately ran upstairs, while the officer was checking the downstairs area. He saw the body, and immediately grabbed his gun, walking upstairs trying to find the kid.

He called for back up, and kept walking. He walked into the child's room, and there were several colors of liquids that stained the carpet, but there was no child. There were only three other doors, he had to be in one.

He walked over to the next door, across the hallway. It seemed to be a woman's bedroom, presumably the mother of the child. He walked to the next door. It was a completely untouched bedroom of the boy's father presumably. There was a uniform on the bed. He immediately recognized who it belonged to.

Jeffferson L/N, the officer who died two years prior.

The officer searched the room, and there was no one.

The final door led only to a set of stairs. The officer went up the stairs, and was met with a door. He opened it to see the kid, holding something he couldn't see. It looked like the kid was crying.

The officer lowered his gun slightly, as the kid spun around and tried to stab the officer.

The sound of a gunshot rang out.

The child fell backwards, but he wasn't bleeding. He was, however, knocked out due to the force of the bullet, yet his aura never went up. He grabbed his radio. "We need The Foundation."

They showed up almost immediately,and put the kid in steel handcuffs, which covered his hands entirely. Four people in hazmat suits showed up, picking him up, and carrying him into a heavy truck.

(Eight year timeskip)
"049, how are you feeling?"

"Fine."

"Happy eight year anniversary, we have someone we think you'd like to meet."

"Send them in." The doors opened and the camera feed turned on to reveal a 16 year old Y/N hunched over an operation table, operating on an orangutan corpse. It was a new species to him, but was similar to any human body.

The only things that broke the silence were light footsteps that could be heard, and the slight sound of metal peices barely clinking together.

"Hi! I'm Rosy! What's your name?" The girl known as Rosy was wearing almost the same outfit as Y/N, only slightly more feminine.

"Y/N." He didn't even glance upwards, or look away from what he was doing, he only continued. Rosy walked over to the table, watching his hands with curiosity and wonder at how fast he had operated. From the time the doors had opened up until now, he had extracted all the organs and thrown them into a garbage chute, and replaced them with new ones, setting his tools down only breifly to grab a small vial of liquid from a cold canister.

"Strap the monkey down, if you would." He said harshly, grabbing a clean syringe and poking the smallest of holes for the needle. Rosy noticed there was a gun sitting on the table. He walked back over, a clean pair of gloves on his hands.

The liquid in the syringe was a red and violet color, as Rosy stepped back, the orangutan strapped down.he hovered one hand over the gun, stopping only to get the needle into thearm of the beast.

"Put up a glass sheild for her of you would, sir." The guard watching hit a button, as Rosy walked over and sat behind it, watching. Y/N's hand was barely inches from the gun. He injected to liquid, stepping back slowly. The Orangutan seemed extremely serene, yet it was alive.

Y/N started to laugh, and handed the animal a peice of fruit. He cleaned up his workspace, rsting his head in his hands.

"Finally! I perfected the formula!" He said, victoriously, until the monkey started thrashing, snapping the leather restraints.

"Cover your ears." He said with anger, Rosy did as instructed.

Y/N grabbed the gun, clicked the slide into place and shot the beast square in the head, killing it.

He slammed his head against the table.

"I was so close... what went wrong...?" He said, looking at the chemicals, resting his hand on his chin. Two guards came in, taking the body away as two more came in as mopped up all the blood, leaving no trace the animal was ever there.

Rosy walked up to him. "That was incredible!" She said with awe as she looked at him. He properly turn to face her.

"Incerdible, yes, but perfect? Far from it..." he said with a defeated sigh.

"That's enough work for today. I need a break." He spoke tiredly, waving for her to follow him.

"Ah, we haven't properly been introduced! I'm Rosy!" She giggled, as he gave a soft smile from under his mask.

"Y/N. When we're released, if we're released, please, Call me doctor in public. How old are you? It's refreshing to speak with someone like myself."he said, sitting down at a coffee table, gesturing for her to sit down on the other side, her doing so.

"Oh! I'm 16!" She responded quickly, obviously excited.

He took a quick glance in her bag, seeing vials of diffrent liquids and diffrent needles.

"Ah, I see you practice the Arts as well!" He smiled widely, and they talked for the rest of the night, and worked together, as they would do for the forseeable future.

And little did they know, that night would be one which would change everything.