A Glitched Origin

1| First Memories

Ever wondered how you got here?
Why you are here?
Even what you are?
Were you here to save someone?
To cause havoc and chaos?
Just a creature to fill in the world?

I have wondered for the longest time.. Only to not know the answers for myself.
I've always told myself,
   "You.. Are.. A.. Glitch.."
Never knowing if I was right or wrong.
I've felt as if I was one. I have the abilities of a glitch, most the memories of one, but a special body feature of that of a demon.
A soul hole.
Glitches aren't created with a soul hole. They develop one over time, unless they're... Different.
Different like.. Specially created.
I never knew why I had one, I just thought I had developed one rather quickly past what I can remember.
Although one night.. Everything came back to me. My first memories. My first true memories.
The memories that showed what I am. The memories that showed who created me.
Dr. Schneeplestein.

My first sight was that of his eyes glaring into my own. His hetrochromia eyes, pure white and septic green, staring into mine, baby blue and a strangely matching green. Then the bright lights scorching my eyes followed.
   "Ah, you're awake!" He yelled, standing up straight.
   "You're awake.. YOU'RE AWAKE!" With that he grabbed the edge of the stretcher-like bed I now realised I was on and began shaking it.
I couldn't help but shut my eyes tight as I felt absolutely terrified by this man. He noticed my actions and slowly calmed.
   "Ah.. I am so sorry.. Have I frightened you, little one?"
His German-esk accent sticking out. The tone of his voice was like that of a father talking to a stranger's child. Hopefully not as soothing as he intended.
I tried sitting up, only to realise that I was strapped to the stretcher. Worried, I began squirming around, trying to loosen the large leathery straps keeping me down.
   "Ah, ah, ah.. Don't you try to get loose now. You must simply ask if you want up." He said, shaking his index finger side to side in front of my face.
   "C-Can... I.. Get up?" I stuttered, still frightened by him. He grinned widely enough at this that it was clear through his surgical mask.
   "Oh, of course you can." He said as he undid the straps pinning me down.
I slowly sat up, looking around at the array of equipment and assorted chemicals. My eyes darted from chemical to chemical, then to the small medical cart next to the man.
The cart had a tray with many blood stained tools like scissors, scalpels, bandages and a few syringes filled with blood.
   "Ah, where are my manners," He said, pushing the cart aside and pulling his surgical mask off.
   "I am Dr. Schneeplestein, though you can call me father."
I stared at him.
   Father? How come I don't know this man and he's saying he's my father?
As if he could read minds, he said,
   "I am sorry if you cannot remember me son. You were in an accident, but I was able to save you. Although you did have a rather serious concussion and serious amnesia."
I looked down and saw my lower half intact. I wondered if I could even use the lower half of me.
   "C-Can.. I still.. Walk?" I mumbled, looking back up at him.
   "Hm.." He hummed.
   "I am not sure. Best we find out shall we?" He said, grabbing me by my sides and lifting me up off the stretcher.
He was strangely strong for his appearance. Either that, or I was very light. He soon had me standing straight up, still holding me.
   "I'm going to step back some. Try and walk to me without stumbling or falling." He said, backing up a couple small steps and letting go of me.
I nodded and stood on my own. I slowly walked towards him, no problems walking whatsoever. Once I reached him, I asked,
   "Did.. I do good, father?"
He grinned and hugged me, slightly lifting me off the ground.
I was taken off guard by his hug, but slowly hugged him back.
   "You will make me proud son, you will make me proud."

I'm not sure if this will be a long "book". Maybe 2-3 chapters at least, maybe more if I get more ideas later. The thought that I was created by Doc was first by a comment I saw on YT. It wasn't my original thought by any means but I'm writing a book thingy about it because I don't know why the hell not and I'm rambling on because I've made shit awkward and I feel awkward writing this here bye. ._.

...A smooth recovery..