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Why no one loves me?

I always tried to be liked.

To find a family.

To find someone that could love me as a family.

I just wanted to feel the warmth of love.

But it seemed that it was always a fake love.

I never… found anyone that loved me.

I was… thrown into this world.

And since the first day that I remember having a slight amount of consciousness that I have lived in agony and pain.

Since I was a baby that they injected me with things, that they experimented with me, that they used me for whatever strange experiments these people were doing.

The only thing I always dreamed of was for this pain to end.

I once heard about one of these people in lab coats about having a family.

They said that their daughter loved them and that it was going to be their birthday.

Through the collective consciousness of my strange capabilities, I found out what was a family all about.

But this collective consciousness could not give me what I wanted, they were devoid of emotions, cold, and even unalive.

I wanted a family too…

I wanted to not suffer anymore… to be loved.

How can I find someone that can love me?

Please…

I wanted to escape from this place.

Please…

Someone save me…

…

But no one ever came.

I had to escape myself.

As I grew older, my capabilities intensified.

These people were not able to contain me anymore.

Their own creation finally found a way to fight back.

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I enjoyed strangling their bodies and filling them with the black ooze they filled my bloodstreams with.

As they agonized and screamed, I converted them into mindless servants and used them to escape.

I was finally freed from this world.

Only for a new and scarier one to emerge before me.

Freedom… Was not as I thought.

Anywhere I went, they would chase me.

I was not able to live normally, as they would always try to come and kill me.

I was a monster.

They called me a demon, even.

What was I even?