Number 15

"Ahw Fwuck" I moaned out as my head was screaming at me. I went to put my hands on my head trying to alleviate atleast a little bit of the pain but this only helped to worsen the migraine

The reason of course was the 2 small ass hands trying to massage my head and not the ones that could usally cover half of it.

I opened my eyes to see a wooden crib surrounding me. My eyes widened as I looked down at my body.

There was a number 15 tattooed on the inside of my forearm but that was the only thing that was out of the usual. My hair was the same color, brown, my skin tone was still white and I didn't have any extra scars.

I climbed to the top of my crip to see 3 more cribs.

"Hwly cwap I shwunk" I recoiled at my voice.

"Twaco Twuesdays" What the shit is that?

A w after every first letter of a word are you kidding me?

Looking at the 15 written across my forearm I furrowed my eyebrows and tried to think if I had ever seen anything like this but nothing was ringing a bell.

"Wow so my parents aren't that great" I chuckled at my terrible joke and that proceeded to climb on top of my wooden cage.

I look around at the children in the cribs and quickly sucked in a nervous breath.

There numbers were 2, 4 and 5 respectively. I also spotted what looked like old cameras but high tech at the same time? They were old cameras but looked super expensive if you get what I'm saying.

"Swo my parents are wabbits and pretty high twech... cool" My shrunkend body was slowly losing its speech impediment as I was getting used to talking... I think

I climbed down the crib and sighed. I wobbled a little bit trying to get used to walking on these tiny legs. I slowly put 1 foot infront of another untill I reached the heavy ass stainless steel door that was meant for are safety? Hopefully

I than realized that I was very very short, like hand up and I was still a good amount away from the handle. I looked around and saw no toys or anything.

'For a room of 4 kids there was surprisingly 0 toys or anytype of time occupying device that parents needed for their sanity.'

"Oh my 15, your up bright and early this evening" I turned around to see an adult smiling at me. His voice was calming but for some reason this made me even more nervous.

"You were trying to open the door weren't you little one?"

My eyes widened as I looked straight into the man's eyes. I was going to say he was creepy right to his face but something about his gentle smile made me want to piss my pants. So I kept the Deadpool one liners for when I'm properly potty trained.

"Lets conduct a little test 15, I'll tell you now, its not usual for a 7 month old toddler to speak and walk randomly, 1 day after not knowing even how to simply ask for food" he gently wrapped his hand around my wrist and it took almost all my will power not to snatch my hand away from his grasp.

We slowly walked into a white room where multiple people were walking around like they were possessed.

Running around and doing 20 things at once. whatever these people were doing they wanted it done now.

"15 please stay calm" The man said as he attached what looked like a futuristic EEG device to my head.

'God this world is so confusing.' I cursed in my mind. So many contradictions, next thing you know I'm gonna be fighting the boogeyman with a light saber or something.

"Mr Brenner" a man said out loud towards the man who had just sat down right next to me.

"Yes Dr?" he turned around his smile slowly giving way to a stone cold expression as he met eyes with the man.

"The child's brain activity is looking like that of a 16 year old teenager" Everyone's eyes widened at the sentence including mine.

'How the hell could they tell my age through fucking brain activity? That makes absolutely 0 sense'

Mr Brenner hummed at the man's words.

"Bring in 1" he narrowed his eyes at me. I squirmed uncomfortably, but he quickly stopped staring at me and turned around to look at the door opening.

A man walked in with an even more gentle smile but I knew for sure that this guy was a total fucking maniac.

'How do I know this?' I was confused on how I could tell these peoples danger levels, it just made no sense, I had no psychiatric degrees or weird anime sense, it just didn't add up how I could feel that I couldn't mess with these guys right now.

"1 did you ever mature early" Mr Brenner said with his gentle expression back on his face, but this time I had even started sweating at how much bullshit there was under that. This guy totally hated the phyco that just walked in.

"Yes I matured at the early age of 2 years and 4 months old, I could walk, sprint, read, write and even solve puzzles" he said with his smile deepening when he met my eyes.

Mr Brenner nodded at this and looked at me with a concerned gaze. He looked at his comrads and nodded.

My eyes closed as I had realized to late that I somehow had lossed consciousness.