Misunderstood (A Whitty and Ruv fic)

Part 11. Whitty's Backstory

A sad little bomb sat on a windowsill. Looking out into the night. Sighing as he just wanted to be free.
His large sad orange eyes glistened in the light of the moon.

There were many ways he thought of escaping the facility. But he was too small and sad to execute those ideas. That....and he'd probably be euthanized on sight.

Artificially born, he lived his childhood completely alone in the small white room. Nobody ever went near him. He had no physical contact of any kind and when he did, he was put to sleep first. He had no family and no one to love him. He didn't understand his feelings for love, but all he knew is he wanted something more than a cold concrete floor.

The only things that made him happy were fantasizing on what the outside world was like and all the food he got to eat. Since Whitty is basically half inferno on the inside, he has to eat all the time. Everything he eats is immediately broken down and used as fuel for him. Food made him exceptionally happy, especially mac n cheese. They listened to his needs and requests, they just never responded back to him.
Almost like they were scared of what he could do....

Whitty was made half human/half metal. Some parts of his body are soft, others are hard as a rock. All of his organs crammed into his small body so his head could explode successfully. During tests, they made him as mad as possible to test his explosive rate. His head would disappear for 30 seconds then pop back into place. When he gets older, they expected to use him for more than just small explosions.....

Why would they give a sentience to a government made doomsday device? Why would they let him have feelings and needs if they were just going to use him for one thing?

Humans can be cruel.

One day, Whitty stared fascinated outside at a small bird. He had never seen anything like it before. He thought the world was just filled with humans.
They never taught him anything. Never gave him any books to read. They didn't want him to learn that "nonsense". If he was just supposed to be used to kill and destroy....why would they teach him anything else?

They didn't like Whitty's innocent nature. All he wanted to do was explore and mess around, but they didn't like that. They wanted him to be mean.

Whitty often cried himself to sleep as with any child, they have that instinct that they don't want to be alone. They want comfort and care. But he never got any of those.

One day, they wanted to do another surgery on him. His chest already hurt like hell from all the times they stitched it back up. Even the back of his bomb head was sore. Whitty became slightly angry. Before they took him, they made himself stick his arm through the door where they'd inject him and he'd pass out. That's the only time they felt safe to touch him. But Whitty didn't stick his arm through this time. He growled.
He reached and quickly got a hold of his caretaker's arm and pulled it through. Stabbing them with the syringe instead. They fell to the floor instantly. He reached again and was able to get their card pass. It could be used on either side of the door and was the only way to open it. Whitty figured out how it worked pretty well as it clicked open.

He looked around in shock as he didn't expect the rest of the building to look like this. He didn't take long before he heard the other scientists rushing over down the halls. He ran as fast as he could go. Sirens rung out as the breach was detected. Whitty knew he couldn't give up now. At this point, if they caught him.... he'd be dead.

He took some turns down a hallway but slid to a halt. A dead end. Whitty yelled out as he was cornered by scientists. He shivered as he backed up. They looked like giants to him. He was so small. Trapped, he began to feel overwhelmed.

The tension inside him grew and grew.

His wick lit up. Everyone backed off.

Whitty got an idea. He began to charge at them as his eyes flashed colours. Everyone started running from him. He raced across the building as his wick neared shorter. He managed to find his way to the front door just as he exploded. The door blew open and scientists that were brave enough to chase him got knocked off their asses and developed serious injuries. After 30 seconds, Whitty's head came back. Just in time as they began chasing him again. As soon as he stepped out into the world, he was overwhelmed by the bright sun. But he couldn't enjoy it yet. He ran off into the treeline where he got scrapes and cuts on the skin parts of his body as he tore through the brush. Eventually losing the trail of scientists. He didn't stop until he came to a hill. He fell down and helplessly tumbled until he got to the bottom.