Made to Destroy | BNHA x OP!Reader

[Prologue]

You awaken.

It's a strange feeling, to go from complete darkness to a world of bright, shining artificial lights. The sudden exposure sends your senses into overdrive and causes you to blink repeatedly, to the point that your eyes start watering.

"...I can't believe it," you hear someone mumble. "It actually worked. I'm a genius!"

There's a man in front of you. He's got a bushy mustache and a pair of distinct, thick-rimmed goggles that prevent you from seeing into his eyes clearly. An elderly man, although it's hard to tell his exact age. The only other noteworthy thing about him is that he's wearing a white lab coat.

And based on how widely he's grinning, he seems to be rather pleased about something.

He quickly clears his throat. "Ahem. I suppose I shouldn't get too ahead of myself. I need to test all your senses first. You can hear me, I'm assuming? You're certainly reacting to visual stimuli, like the light shining in your eyes. If you can hear me and understand what I'm saying, nod your head once."

At first, you just blink, still disoriented and confused, but soon enough, his words sink in.

You nod, and the man-Dr. Garaki-seems even more pleased than he was just a few seconds ago.

"Excellent!" he exclaims, and you watch as he scribbles something down onto a clipboard. "Language comprehension is working just fine too. Although now it's time for the real test. Listen closely, please. I've decided I want to call you [Name]. Can you try saying that? Try saying your name for me, little one."

You stare at him for a few moments, and even though you understand what he's asking of you, it still takes a while for your mouth to move the way you want it to.

But eventually, you succeed.

"[N-Name]," you repeat, sounding a bit uncertain at first. You knit your brows together and try again, and this time, it's far less shaky. "[Name]."

"Oh, marvelous!" Dr. Garaki praises. He even claps his hands together, incapable of hiding his excitement. "Yes, what a truly wonderful job! Well done. It suits you, too. I really have a knack when it comes to naming my creations."

He doesn't ask you to say anything else, so you sit perfectly still, just staring at him. However, you've just learned something. You have a name.

For some reason, it makes your heart clench, and you're not quite sure how to describe what you're feeling.

Perhaps that's another thing you have yet to learn.

"You really are a masterful, prodigal creation," Dr. Garaki says, stroking his mustache. "It's incredible. All of your senses appear to be fully functional, and not only that, but you can understand things and communicate, just like a real human would. I always thought that creating Nomus would be the greatest exploit of my career, and I failed so many times before when I tried to artificially engineer a human without a corpse as a base... but you managed to surpass all my expectations. Perhaps I should call you my little miracle."

You don't understand what he's trying to say, but once again, he seems rather pleased.

"Best of all is your appearance," he continues, brushing a finger against your cheek. "Just looking at you, everyone would assume you're an ordinary little girl! I truly have outdone myself this time around. The Nomus are beautiful in their own way, but you are a carbon copy of the human race. A perfect replication."

This man sure likes to talk a lot. Or maybe he talks a perfectly normal amount, but you just don't have any other frame of reference to compare it to.