𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎

Needles was all Zero knew from a young age. From the second he was born, no, before he was even conceived his parents had planned his future out to be perfection. The perfect football vessel. He received basic education, but spent his days since he could walk with a ball.

Even when he lay awake on the metal table, surrounded by needles carrying various liquids that had become engraved in both his mind and body, he never once wondered. He always knew. He was perfection.