"Tales of the Psychopath Meowstic Exil."

PT. 1 "Creation."

"Liquid, Darkness, Blue, White, and Silver."
"Those were the first things I saw when I opened my eyes. Well, the eyes I used to have, heh."
"Anyway, I was in liquid. A sort of Sci-Fi Chamber. The kind they use to hold experiments in."
"Then I could breathe, and hear."
"All I heard was the sounds of muffled talking, heartbeat sensor beeping, and awe from whatever was outside my chamber."
"Later would I realize what I am."
"I couldn't understand back then."
"I was an experiment. They said."
"A thing. They said."
"A t h i n g."
"Oh... sorry.-"
"Back onto track, after a long while, I was released from that chamber. I... hopelessly attempted to walk, falling flat. But unlike a lot of other kids, I didn't tear up. I just... got back up and tried again."
"Then, what I'm going to assume, was them talking notes." "Clipboards are fun.-"
"I was then moved over to a room. Not a chamber, an actual room, something you'd expect a sibling to live in. Well, a baby sibling."
"Then, I was instructed to sleep."
"I, at that point, didn't know what that meant, so I just gave the best 'confused' look I could give."
"Thankfully they aren't *that* violent, and explained it to child me."
"I then slept for, technically, the first time..."
"..."
"..."
"Sorry, I just... need a moment."
"After that, I woke up to what I assume was morning. Day, after day, were tests. Not inhumane tests, basic tests that you could probably do, Reader."
"Months, went like this."
"However, the tests... got more... brutal. In a sense. I was then at that point, somewhat able to speak. Well, speak in owoify, as you'd say."
"The most painful, and absolute torturous would be of that any meowstic would cower in fear of. Know how we have our ear 'eye' things that compress pretty powerful power?"
"I was being forced to contain that, but in my standard form. My god, even I, a mass murderer, even wouldn't want anyone to go through that pain. That's why I kill so calmly and painlessly."
"As soon as that test started, and until the end of it... it was... god awful."
"But, when I finally managed to do it, reminding you that I was still technically under 6, I felt.... good..."
"I felt... p o w e r f u l."
"I... then kinda lost the fucking coolness of the Ears though-"
"That was a loss- Welp- A soul for soul, right thanos?-"
"Hehe..."
"Heh..."
"..."
"That's not funny, isn't it?"
"Ugh..."
"Anyway. When I turned 6. The hell of what plagues my mental state happened."
//G r a p h i c . W a r n i n g.
"I was being hooked up to some sort of machine, the things that send electricity kinda."
"It was connected around my top right head area."
"..."
"Excuse me."
"I'm going to... *directly say what happened from two perspectives.*"
**Flashback.**
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???: "Do you understand what we are doing?"
Exil: "Uwhm... kwidna..." "Ywoure trwyna mwake me stwornger, wright?"
???: "No wonder you're considering so special... |REDACTED|"
Exil: "huwh?"
???: "Oh. Nothing."
Exil: "O-okawy..."
???: "So, you might feel a little bit of a tickle where those nodes are connected too. Don't worry..."
**...A feeling of Doom plagues Exil.**
???: "It shouldn't hurt at all..."
Exil: "...Swomerthwing isn't... wright..."
???: "Don't worry. Everything will be fi-"
***B O O M!***
**The scientist fell back onto his... feet? (More like paws.) He was blinded by a bright flashed light. He then stood up... with... something on his white scientific jacket... B r a i n m a t t e r a n d b l o o d. He then looked back up... at what Exil was... He puked, from the smell of blood, flesh, and brain matter that spilt the room. But also, from the sight of that Exil's top right area being exploded without mercy. Everyone who was near heard the loud boom, running in, seeing the mess. Eventually, multiple people had rushed to Exil's body, picking it up, and running to get him stabilized.**
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**End of Flashback.**
"Yep. That's right. I fucking survived getting my top right head area being blown straight fucking off like a firework, baby!"
"...Hehe-"
"Anyway."
"After that. I was taken with major serious care. I was severely weakened by this. Luckily, I didn't end up like sans. Only around... 100 HP left? But to a pokemon, that was **massively** weak."
"..."
"..."
"After all of that, and after I became 8, the torture of the tests got... horrible."
"In all honesty, it's probably why I'm so protective of Male Meowstics, and Espurrs."
"Actually, scratch that."
"I'm just really protective of the weak when I'm not so... bloodthirsty."
"..."
"Drills, knives, mental tests... t o r t u r e ."
"It's why I'm so... unfloofy people would say if they get lucky enough to touch my fur. They say it's really unusual for that. Let alone the fact that I saw I never had a father or mother."
"They give me judgemental looks..."
"Those... bitches!"
"..."
"..."
"Sorry for that outburst."
"Hell, there's still that scar from that incident on my top right area. It's... rather deep in my non existent fluff and hard to see."
"Oh, sorry. I got off topic *again-*"
"Hah.-"
"...13."
"That's the age I was, when the day of freedom came."
"Freedom."
"F r e e d o m."
"..."
"..."
"Violence."
"Bloodshed."
"Ending lives."
"Guts being spilt."
"Blood dripping."
"Cries of help."
"They begged for someone to help."
"But when they didn't."
"They begged for me to stop."
"But when I didn't."
"They begged for even Arceus to help..."
"B U T. N O B O D Y. C A M E."
"As far as I'm implying, you can probably tell I killed everyone. Well. Everyone that wasn't... so 'kind' to me. I left only 2 survivors of that incident."
"I wonder why I still do that, today even."
"It's curious."
**He drunk some coffee that... he somehow has...**
"And after I killed them all, I loved it. I grew attached to death."
"But, something went horribly wrong."
"You know how I imply I have no eyes, but I'm not blind either, right?"
"I think you get the memo."
"One of the two survivors shot both my eyes."
"I screamed in pain, before retaliating and killing them."
"I continued to scream in pain, as I was forced to walk around aimlessly."
"Eventually, I..."
"I...-"
"I grabbed both what were left of my eyes and those bullets, and ripped them out."
"Dear god, it hurt."
"I know I probably have said that a lot now."
"Sorry."
"I then managed to find what felt like... bandages. I crudely wrapped them around my eyes. Around my entire eye area. Around my entire head."
"I then, again, found some random jacket."
"I didn't know, or cared for what it looked like. I just needed something to go out into the cold, withering night."
"..."
"Goodbye for now."
"I.... need time for myself."