(Previous title- Life As We Know it.)
Well I'm not a person, I don't know what I am.
All I know is, that under my skin is metal, and I'm a quarter, machine. I'm not human. I can Shapeshift, grow wings, control elements, I hold guns in my body. As I have said, I'm not normal.
But, is anyone really normal?
(Creepypasta fanfic)
(If you wish to read a sappy love story, this is not for you. It's a love story, but it also is about independence. But, in the end, I suppose this will be a love story.)