"Ahw Fwuck" I moaned out as my brain pounded against my skull. I went to put my hands on my head trying to alleviate at least a little bit of the pain but this only helped to worsen the migraine
The reason of course was the 2 small ass hands trying to massage my head and not my normal almost full grown ones I had just a few hours ago.
I opened my eyes to see a wooden crib surrounding me. My eyes widening as I looked down at my body.
There was a number 15 tattooed on the inside of my forearm but that was the only thing that was out of the usual. My hair was the same color, brown, and my skin tone was still white; I didn't have any extra scars.
I climbed to the top of my crib to see 3 more cribs.
"Hwly cwap I shwunk" I recoiled at my voice.
"Twaco Twuesdays" What the shit is that?
After every second letter of a word, are you kidding me?
Looking at the 15 written across my forearm, I furrowed my eyebrows and tried to think if I had ever seen anything like this, but nothing was ringing a bell.
"Wow, so my parents aren't that great"
I chuckled at my terrible joke, and proceeded to climb on top of my wooden cage.
I looked around at the children in the cribs and quickly sucked in a nervous breath.
The numbers were 2, 4, and 5, respectively. I also spotted what looked like old cameras.
They still seemed to be high tech at the same time? They were old cameras but looked super expensive if you get what I'm saying.
"So my parents pwump out bwabys and our rich... cool"
My shrunkend body was slowly losing its speech impediment as I was getting used to talking... I think
I climbed down the crib and sighed. I wobbled a little bit trying to get used to walking on these tiny legs. I slowly put 1 foot in front of another until I reached the heavy ass stainless steel door that was meant for our safety? Hopefully
I then realized that I was very, very short, like hand up, and I was still a good amount away from the handle. I looked around and saw no toys or anything.
'For a room of 4 kids, there were surprisingly 0 toys or any type of time-occupying device that parents needed for their sanity.'
"Oh my 15, you're up bright and early this evening."
I turned around to see an adult smiling at me. His voice was calming, but for some reason, this made me even more nervous.
"You were trying to open the door, weren't you, little one?"
My eyes widened as I looked straight into the man's eyes. I was going to say he was creepy right to his face but something about his gentle smile made me want to piss my pants. So I kept the Deadpool one-liners for when I'm properly potty-trained
"Let's conduct a little test 15, I'll tell you now, it's not usual for a 7 month old toddler to speak and walk randomly, 1 day after not knowing even how to simply ask for food"
he gently wrapped his hand around my wrist and it took almost all my will power not to snatch my hand away from his grasp.
We slowly walked into a white room where multiple people were walking around like they were possessed.
Running around and doing 20 things at once. Whatever these people were doing, they wanted it done now.
"15, please stay calm," The man said as he attached what looked like a futuristic EEG device to my head.
'God this world is so confusing.' I cursed in my mind. So many contradictions, next thing you know I'm gonna be fighting the boogeyman with a light saber or something.
"Mr Brenner"
a man said out loud towards the man who had just sat down right next to me.
"Yes, Dr?"
he turned around, his smile slowly giving way to a stone-cold expression as he met eyes with the man.
"The child's brain activity is looking like that of a 16-year-old teenager."
Everyone's eyes widened at the sentence, including mine.
'How the hell could they tell my age through fucking brain activity? That makes absolutely 0 sense'
Mr Brenner hummed at the man's words.
"Bring in 1" he narrowed his eyes at me. I squirmed uncomfortably, but he quickly stopped staring at me and turned around to look at the door opening.
A man walked in with an even more gentle smile but I knew for sure that this guy was a total fucking maniac.
'How do I know this?'
I was confused about how I could tell these people's danger levels. It just made no sense. I had no psychiatric degrees or weird anime sense. It just didn't add up how I could feel that I couldn't mess with these guys right now.
"1 did you ever... gain rapid inteligence of alertness?"
Mr Brenner said with his gentle expression plasterd onto his face. I started sweating at how much bullshit this guy contained. Brenner hated this weird blonde dude.
"Yes, I matured at the early age of 2 years and 4 months old, I could walk, sprint, read, write, and even solve puzzles," he said with his smile deepening when he met my eyes.
Mr Brenner nodded at this and looked at me with a concerned gaze. He looked at his comrades and nodded.
My eyes closed as I had realized too late that I somehow had lost consciousness.