NEFARIOUS!

This is Thomas Reid of the childrens wing. Today, I will discuss another failure made by simple morbid curiosity. I also want to put on record that despite the children being considered failures, I will always interact with them. Even the most dangerous of the sorts. Just because they are made this way doesn't mean they are worthless or unlovable. The Conjoined is the first mutant to make me realize this. This gentle type of mutant is often loving, kind and, touchy feely. It enjoys hugs and warmth. It loves to cuddle and be recognized. This loveable creature is the act of forcefully conjoining two babies together. This is done by putting them asleep and them surgically opening their sides. Then sewing them together by their exposed flesh. Then you take 4 ml doses of liquified "The Choke" to the neck, brain, and legs. Their bodies are then put in a cell then you wait. On scans of the aftermath, their organs and bones combined to make a spider-like creature with two human heads. Their organs seperate and then reconnect making a large body. Their skin turns fleshier than normal (nearly a moist sensation) and oddly their blood turns entirely blue. Inside or out. Their skulls on CAT scans are melded together and their brain activity is very limited (To be expected) but enhanced. Similar to that of cultists, their eye sockets squish to a rectangular shape but their eyes stays the same. Instead, the eyes squish and split in half. This allows for a unique vision that can only see from the entire left or right. It is blind from the front. The elongated skull is nearly flattened from the melding process. The brain has gained (suprisingly) more wrinkles. It's arms and legs turn painfully lanky. It's hands and feet are misshapen. The hands cup and the feet sharpen. Thus allow itself to grab and move quickly. The first iteration hand hands on one side and legs on the other. So then they had the "brilliant" idea to flip them. Thus allowing for better movement. It's ribcage and organs are under the spider like body. Any reproductive organ fell off or shut entirely. It does seem to excrement but not urinate suprisingly. I'll spare you the details there. The heart beats as if to nearly experience a heart attack. The veins are visible. The skin is terribly pale. It did grow a very tiny tail with no skin. Similarly to our actual tail bones. The most unique part it the spine. Which can twist and move to alleviate stress upon itself. Nearly impossible to break it's spine. Thus the spine can detach from the skul but the mutation allowed this bundle of life to have a "long range spine" by having a few tendons wrap around the brain stem. This allows for unique speed and agility. These beings grew in size and have an elevated mind compared to the children they once (and still are!) was. However, they are small as far as mutants go. They do not stand very tall. About two feet off the ground. They weigh about 50 pounds and their diameter is that of a cheese wheel. They eat anything that is put in front of them. However, they dislike hard to chew foods like carrots or shell fish. Thus it is advised to feed it ground up foods. It is unclear if feeding healthy vs slop matter. This unit is not harmful but strong. To air on the side of caution, avoid letting it around the neck or head. It has happened where they accidently use their strength to break someones spine. The behavior is that expected of a child. They can stack blocks, recognize basic colors and communicate primitively. They can understand english and respond well to high energy. They enjoy playtime and take frequent naps. They do not mentally or physically age past this. Their life expectancy is about 12 years. Since it is young, it tried to "grow out of its skin". I will not explain further. Still it ages unlike cultists. This was the earliest adopters to the passive group of mutant types called Smiles. Smiles have a unique human love about them. They love, create, and smile. Which makes them even more unwanted than they already were. I-I wish I could end their suffering but instead I will love them. No matter their appearance.

Greetings and hello! This is Thomas Reid of the childrens wing. I specialize in child psychology and humane human transformation. This was what my goal is. Now my goal is to not only save what children I can buy uncover corruption unlike anything. I will be going over every 224 cases involving child experimentation here at Sunnyside Childrens "Hospital and Orphanage". Our first case is going to be about myself. Unlike my cohorts, I use only willing people and myself. However, I have done unspeakable things that will be discussed at some point. I have vastly discussed and researched my own blight. One I do not share with many. You see every mutant who was changed later have two forms. Not every mutant will be able to utilize this and many won't since covers failed experimentation. Which there is many of. Mine is considered a win in many cases but I consider it a failure. I am considered a 'Cult Leader'. Cultists are unidentified and humanoid creatures whose entire body is a mouth. The body is lumpy, dry and similar to that of a dry corpse. They slump down and their spines are curved. Their eye sockets are rectangular in shape. Their arms are long and short or a mix of both. They can be no larger than seven feet or less than three feet. They range in many body types but usually what they were originally is the opposite to ehat they use to be. For example, tall? Cultist will be small. Fat? The cultist will be skinny. This leads to a large amount of variants. They have large angler style mouths and have no neck or abundance of neck. For they are on large entity with legs and arms. They hands are large with longer fingers. These mutants are not intelligent. They often don't think for themselves and hang out a Cultist Leader. If you see a pack of cultists appear then run quickly as the leader is nearby. They are called cultists because they wear cloaks that is form fitting. This is a humanitarian learned perception. In other words, cultists do retain some level of what they use to be. Normal. They wear clothes. Can recognize english and feel pain. They also almost always carry make shift weapons from rocks and or sticks. Sometimes leather. This includes: Spears, knives, sling shots, bows and even ineffective rock based guns. Cult leaders are the same class but vastly different. They are almost always large and skinny. They have large fingers and pencil thin arms. Skinny legs and malnourished chests. They have large thick teeth that take takes up half their face. They have no lips or eyes. Only rectangular eyesockets. The teeth are incredibly powerful despite the thick dull look. The thick teeth and easily tear away bones and flesh by using a grind method. One swipe of the teeth and it can grind up an entire body of a humanoid creature. They also hold giant weapons made of rocks. Hammers, sickles, large scythes, and finally simply just rocks. The reason for such is because a lot of cult leaders were chosen by hard working farmers or labor job workers. Hence the farm-like weaponry. Don't underestimate the weapons, it is large enough to smash or slice you to bits in one swoop. Cult leaders are intelligent. They move slowly and strength above all else. However, they can speak and hold odd conversations that make no sense or don't even string a sentence. For example: DUCK PASTA EUTHANIZED FEAR MONSTER HELPLESS That was a qoute from a poor Cult Leader. Again, this is purely permutation thinking. It is cycling everything it had witnessed or done by using archaic lingo. The cult leader in question was a duck hunter. His favorite food was spahgetti. His favorite dog was put down. Fear of being taken. He sees himself turning into a monster. A sense of helplessness. Don't let it fool you. It will attack on sight. It is dangerous. This is a cult leader because it can command other cultists but not other leaders. In fact, cultists treat cult leaders as gods. They worship like normal everyday religious people. They are mimicking the ideals of religion and the cult leader a pastor. They will also stop what they are soing just to do a sermon of sorts. This odd phenomenon is called "Hopeless Prayer". This power allows cultists to do various things involving power. However, it almost never happens. When it does, it transforms a normal cultist into a leader and leader into a zealot. Which we will discuss later. By themselves, cultists and Cult leaders are sluggish and slow but in numbers they are terrifying. Especially near zealots. I am considered a hyper intelligent Cult leader. Cultists are the most common and even can use invisibility magic. They can stay in this form for a very long time to ambush people. All in all, if you see a cultist... Run.

After the scuffle with Reid. Shila and NEFARIOUS! would be at the incubator. Admittedly, the lack of security was rather... Off putting. The grandiose nature of the Devil's Incubator was so incredible... What was the catch. Neffy would have stepped up the placible staircase with worry. He would then look over to see it completely darkened. He stared for a long while as the door to it was left unsealed. He sighed and said. "Alright... I'll bite..." He would move to the door to open it. Neffy would look up to see a tall muscle bound women in casual clothing. She was brushing her teeth. She would have grabbed a hat on a rack near her. She put the purple hat backwards. Her mane was white with purple tips. She had two tattoos that said "A Symphony of Pain and Goodbye Normality". She wore baggy sweat pants and a tank top. She took the brush out of her mouth to spit off to the side. She pointed at him with a grin. "There is the twink I ordered." She jokingly said but sounded serious due to her lack of expression. NEFARIOUS! would wind back for a slug into the stomach. He punched her hard as his demonic strength could tear someone in half but she simply endured it. In fact, it hurt him to slug a wall like that. He shook his hand in pain. "My turn..." She put a slug into his stomach as he would have nearly passed out from taking it. He dropped to his knees and he nearly spilled his guts onto floor as he expelled blood everywhere. She would put her shoes on. She didn't love to tie her shoes so she slid them into the sides. She tapped her foot onto the ground. She cocked her leg back to kick NEFARIOUS! across the room. Shila would watch in awe. She would have a trump card in her sleeve. She knew this was a bad idea. She did it anyway. Shila pulled out a flash bang. Bought it from black markets. She had pulled the pin and safety out to throw it at the woman. She grabbed it and said. "Oh..." The flash would nearly knock her off her guard as she was entirely blinded. Smoking from tanking a grenade from so close. Her eyes fried and when she came around, they were gone. She would throw the remnants of the nade and huffed. She would turn back to the incubator turnes housing. "Tank Wire" labeled on the side. "Subject 2 - Sucessful."

It was so long. So dark... Yet I will not fall... Not yet. I have work to do. Dr. Reid would be walking to his place of work. He would slowly shuffle to his job. His body nearly fully decayed with the exception of just enough muscle to move and maybe speak. He didn't dare try to speak through. Please... Just make it. His body would shake and his jaw would have fallen off. He would have finally made it with just enough energy to get there. He didn't make it fast enough... Shila Shulziker and NEFARIOUS! could be seen standing in front of the incubator. Stop it... Not again... Never again. Shila would look back at him as she would giving a horrified look. She would slowly waltz to him as he would hold up his hand. She would then move slowly away from him with a fearful look. Her eyes were in pure terror as he would move toward him. Reid would make a hopeless noise or gargle as he would be taken in half by NEFARIOUS! She watched the torso fly into the air and hit the floor hard. Tears would flow down her face as she would slowly fall to her knees. Shila would slowly start to cradle him. "T-T-Thomas... Wake up. I know you can..." Shila would shake him to try to wake him up. "Stop pretending... Why? Why would you put me through hell again?! I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO SAY GOODBYE! GOD DAMN IT!" She would grab her head and her face. Furious. Disturbed. Lost. She had snapped officially. No hallucinations are needed. Painful... Godless... How fucking dare you take him from me. She would grit her teeth as she would have reached into her costume to grab a bag and toss it to the floor. Many syringes would fall out. She would quickly take the nearly filled syringes and fully fill them with Reid's blood. NEFARIOUS! would stare in awe as she would start to jab syringes in her neck with the blood-filled concoction. A lethal amount of liquid Choke right into her neck. One after another, blood down her throat as she continued to frantically inject the poisonous cocktail. So much that it filled her mouth and onto the floor. Once she was done? Shila would go into fetal positioning. The voices were so violent. So vivid. Children danced in her vision. Blurred. Her body would twitch and jitter all over. Suddenly, she stopped. Shila then slowly stand up to reveal she would twist her head fully to see NEFARIOUS! Shila at the point would be nearly gripping Thomas's eyesockets and nose hole like a bowling ball. She carried the entire upper half of his fleshy skeletal remains. Her toothy grin went from ear to ear. Her eyeballs would be bloodshot red. Her voice echo'd in NEFARIOUS'S! head. "L E A V E." He would slowly make his way out as he would shrug. Don't need to tell him twice. It rang in her mind. Death. Death. Death. Death. DEATH. I am the truth. I am Death. Now my love. The night is still young isn't that right? Let us remake lost time. Shila's neck would go back to normal as she would drag his torso with her home.