Misfits (Chapter 1)

Beginning

By Kit.

Humans are not... “great” at accepting the strange or abnormal. Many of them actually just straight up suck at it. So, when humans started looking VERY different for some unknown reason, a super\-mega \(yet somehow unknown\) corporation called Mantello, made in Italy, made a whole bunch of stuff for those people. Specifically, an entire island, \(billions and billions of dollars,\) an entire town, and an education system. The island that I’m in. In fact I just got in. My name is Sam. My whole thing is I’m stretchy, like elastic, just more... human.

Well, it’s an interesting way you wind up here. If you know about the SCP Foundation, \(they aren’t actually real,\) but the way we’re taken is somewhat like that. We’re basically just kinda found, scooped up by some MiB\-looking guys, and everyone who ever knew us has their memory of us completely wiped. That’s what I remember, anyway.

As of now I’m in a SWAT\-like truck. There’s no windows and the seats are actually pretty comfortable. They’re made of that fake\-leather stuff school buses use. I can hear the rain hitting the roof. The floor’s a steely metal and there’s a TV on the wall. That was where I got all that crap about Mantello. I’m not the only person here though. There’s 3 others. 2 of them I can already tell exactly what their thing is.

One of them is a girl in a short black crop top and red skirt with black lining. She looks about 18 or 16, and her whole deal is some wolf bits. Just ears, a VERY fluffy tail, and some fangs. The look actually suits her. Her skin is a bit fair, her hair is cut short and colored a nice hazelnut.

Another is also a... girl? I’m not sure how to accurately describe it. She’s... well... a robot. She has feminine features, but she might be a he, but from what I can tell, it’s a girl. \(She’s averagely sized.\) Her skin is a metal color, her eyes are just one solid color though, a pretty pastel blue. It lights up the truck, which isn’t all too bright.

The third is a guy who doesn’t seem all that special. Not exactly basic anime protagonist, but still mega\-basic. His hair is short, he’s wearing a normal blue shirt, some khakis, so I don’t really know what his thing is.

\[i\]Psychic powers, dumb \*\*\*.\[/i\]

That thought in a voice I’ve never heard before just popped in my head. Kinda obvious now, so I guess it makes sense. Wish he didn’t have an attitude.

\[i\]Say I have an attitude one more time.\[/i\]

Jesus okay, I’m sorry.

The wolf\-girl looks up at me, one of her fangs hanging out. “How long is it gonna be before anyone says anything? They never said we couldn’t talk.” Her voice was soft. Despite how she looked, her voice was mostly high\-pitched, but in a cute, non\-annoying way.

I just kinda blink. I didn’t expect her to just... start talking. Most people would usually just sit silently when times are like this. Well, I guess avoiding her and not talking at all would just be rude. Damn you social conventions. “O\-Oh uh, I’m Sam. Wh\-what’s your name?”

“I’m Mina...”

The robot’s eyes flickered for a moment before she turned her head to face both of us. “O\-oh, apologies, I’m Marra.”

\[i\]I am Wallace.\[/i\]

We sat there silently. No one spoke, coughed, or even just made eye contact.

Oh god this sucks. Look, I don’t mind people. I honestly like talking but this entire thing is gonna suck. It’s just gonna be an hour of meaningless small talk in the most awkward situation ever. It feels like this ride will never end.

And of course, just as I say that, the doors to the trunk swing open. Two soldier\-looking types stand outside. It’s pouring like one of those water park\-buckets. “You all may now exit. Please do not run or begin to use your abilities until you are instructed to.” It’s amazing how monotone this guy was. He didn’t sound tired, he sounded more like a robot than anything else. Now that feels weird to say because of Marra.

I got out first. The sky was a dark blue, the clouds an abyss\-like black. The ground was unpaved concrete and a few feet ahead were some tents. Metal rods held up their white coverings. A man in a suit was standing there talking to a woman in a suit. Mina got out behind me. When I tell you she was short, she looked like a 5 year old. Most people could probably lift her like a feather. She clearly hated the weather, I’m just lucky I brought a jacket.

Wallace and Marra got out after. Marra didn’t short\-circuit, luckily. Wallace was the tallest, but only by a few inches. I was a little shorter than Marra, and Mina... was Mina.

We all, collectively, decided the rain sucks, and headed to the tent. The guards followed up shortly after, and the woman in the suit approaches us.

She smiles happily. She’s about my height, wears some rimless glasses with a red outline. “Welcome, welcome! Allow me to introduce myself, I am Sylvia, owner of Mantello! Now, I know you all have questions, and are concerned about what’s going to happen, but don’t worry. Everything will be explained momentarily. First the basics...” Mina shook herself, like a dog, and sat on her knees. We all followed suit.

“... you all are different. Your abilities or physical appearance is so far off from normal humans that we have taken notice. Mantello is only here to protect you from people who may hurt you. We usually bring in people by groups, and they all share a living space. Not a dorm, a full house, each of you having your own individual rooms specifically tailored to your likes and dislikes. We didn’t just learn about you, we’ve been following you for quite some time. Now, the finer details will be worked out later, but due to all of your ages being exactly 16, you will be enrolled into our education system. We will go over all of this and much more during orientation, but I’ll say one last thing, then the guards will bring you to your home.”

Mina yawned. Wallace was clearly bored, you didn’t need physic powers to find out why. “You are the 13th group to come into our little island. We identify groups by letter, then give that letter a word. You all are known as M.”

“Welcome to your new home, Misfits.”

Misfits (Chapter 2)

New Home

By Kit

“This is your new home.” Sylvia motioned towards the house. It was just beautiful. Pale white walls and a roof, a more modern looking design. I loved those, the simplicity was something I just adored. “Just go inside, I’m sure you all want to get out of the rain, especially you Mina.” She chuckled, but no one else did. “Anyway, someone will come get you all tomorrow. We will allow you all to sleep late tonight, so please, stay up and explore the house. Don’t worry, all your rooms are labeled. We hope you all have a nice night, take care now Misfits.” She then walked off into the rain, getting into a car.

“Weird...” That’s all I could really say. Mina opened the door first and headed in. I’m actually a little surprised she reached the door. She’s half my height. She shook herself off, getting me a little wet in the process. I turned to Marra, she looked no different, not even shivering. “Hey, shouldn’t you have short\-circuited?”

She giggled, stepping indoors with the rest of us. “No, silly... machines only short\-circuit due to cords or wires interacting with water, my body is tightly sealed so no water can enter.” I just stared silently for a second before chuckling nervously. Of course she wouldn’t short\-circuit, this isn’t a cartoon. God I’m so dumb.

I paused for a moment, looking around. Where’s Wallace?

\[i\]My room. I teleported here.\[/i\]

Oh. You have more than just telepathy?

\[i\]Of course I do, I’m a psychic, not a telepathist.\[/i\]

Makes sense. When did you calm down?

\[i\]I’ve always been calm, idiot.\[/i\]

... okay then.

The entrance was a long hallway to a flight of stairs, black doors on the pale walls leading to it. I walked to the end, no labels on the doors, aside for one. A gold panel with an engraving that read “MINA.” She had gone in while I was talking to Marra. I knew I was gonna be living with these guys for probably years, so the sooner I get to know them, the easier my life’s gonna be. I knock on the door, “Hey Mina, mind if I come in?”

“Sure.” She shouted. I opened the door. Her skirt and shirt were on the floor. She was in a pink robe. “These beds are amazing. I feel like I’m on a cloud...” She looked like she was on a cloud. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so comfortable before. The bed was massive for her, which is a little weird because every thing else seems to be tailored to her height. The door actually had 2 handles, one at a normal height, and the other at Mina’s height. Her walls were a nice pink. Not too bright that it hurts your eyes, instead a pink that actually feels pretty comforting, with a heart pattern. There was a massive television directly across from her, it was off.

“Gonna go to sleep early?” Her ears lift up. She sits up, yawning a bit.

“Nah, I’m a bit tired, but I’ll stay up. I just wanted out of those clothes, they were all wet.”

“Oh, are they washable?” I ask, picking them up.

“‘Course. Thanks Ssssssomeone totally cool.” She blushed a bit, her tail lowering, trying to play off the fact she forgot my name already.

“It’s Sam, and don’t worry about it. Just gotta find the laundry...” I opened the door to leave, holding it open for Mina. She trotted out and sniffed out the kitchen immediately. I closed Mina’s door and opened some doors. Counting the kitchen and Mina’s room, there were 4 doors. I checked one of them, bathroom. \(Thankfully no one was in there.\) The last was the laundry and a boiler. Just one washing and drying machine, but it was a house for only 4 people. I put Mina’s clothes in the washer, but just as I do something hits the floor. Turns out the skirt had pockets, not sure how, but anyway, a small notebook fell out. I picked it up and just kinda looked at it. No one else was around, and what could looking do? I opened the book.

Only the first 3 pages had anything in them. The first page was just doodles, she’s not a bad artist. Most of it was just small jokes that I didn’t get. The next page was...

\[i\]”My name is Mina Wolfe. This may be the last thing I ever write. The date is 12/08/19. I don’t know why, but I’m being hunted. Maybe its because of something I did, but its probably because of this stupid tail. I’m hiding in my closet right now. They’ve been chasing me for weeks. First it was just some guys in suits but now its people who look like they belong in some kind of SWAT team or whatever. I hate these pockets, wish I would’ve picked something less revealing before ditching everything. I miss my Mom. My brothers too... god I was such a \*\*\*\*. I’m only writing this in hopes that, if those guys get to me and do whatever, this somehow gets to my family. It won’t even be possible, will it? I just don’t wanna die like this. I saw them shoot someone who was in their way. Mayb”\[/i\]

The writing stopped abruptly. The page is covered in wet spots, looks like from either sweat or tears. I paused for a moment. I didn’t start crying, just... sat there. Why was she so normal and trusting? None of it made sense. Nothing makes sense. I stop my questioning for just a bit, and flip to the next page.

\[i\]”Diamond gems make life less grim.”\[/i\] It takes up the whole page, underlined several times.

I put the notebook down, and just stared at the wall. Everything I knew already was destroyed, and now this. Was my kidnapping as peaceful as I remember it? Why would Mantello go to such extremes just to capture someone? I have to know more, but just going up and asking would probably get me killed. I can’t trust anyone anymore. I look at the notebook, and put it in my pocket. Mina seems happy, why make her feel worse?

\[i\]Trust no one?\[/i\]

I forgot about you.

\[i\]I heard. So, what are we gonna do?\[/i\]

What do you mean?

\[i\]I mean how are we gonna take this whole operation down?\[/i\]

Woah, buddy. Slow down man. We don’t know the full story at all. Maybe Mina misremembered something or maybe she didn’t. I just say we take nothing they say at face value. They provided us with all this, so they can’t be entirely evil.

\[i\]Yeah but what if that’s to just make us docile so we don’t do anything?\[/i\]

Dude, you are an incredibly powerful psychic, we just read how Mina escaped them many times, and probably hurt someone. Why else would they send military units? In this place, WE have power. They’d have to do a LOT more than just make us docile to overpower us.

\[i\]That... makes pretty logical sense actually. Good thinking, I was just about to blow up their reactor.\[/i\]

... you realize that’d kill all of us, right?

\[i\]... shut up.\[/i\]

Look, all I’m saying is maybe Mantello only killed that guy because he posed a threat. I honestly don’t know what to believe, so right now, I’m just gonna let it play out. Tell me if you notice anything off.

\[i\]Mina’s eating all the food.\[/i\]

Heh, punk... I’ll go deal with her, you just do... whatever you were doing.

\[i\]Reading.\[/i\]

Don’t care.

The psychic connection was removed. You can feel it once its happened a few times. Like being shoved a little. I needed to cool off, and Mina’s pretty cute, so why not have some fun with her? I went inside the kitchen, Mina was eating a lot of cheesecake, and you could see a bit of raw meat in her teeth. Just as she finished the cake and grabbed another piece of raw meat, this time deer, she bit into it, and just ripped it off. Starting to have my doubts that Mantello really is evil...

She finally noticed me, halfway through the slab. “O\-oh, hi Sam...”

“Having a midnight snack?” I chuckled, walking over. “I really don’t think raw meat is exactly the best meal you should be eating...”

She giggled, burping a little. “Yeah, I guess so. It just tastes better to me...” Despite the red blood, \(must’ve been fresh\) covering her face, she looked cute. Like a little sister. After reading what she wrote I just wanna hug her. I slowly put my hand on her head, and pet her. She liked it. “Behind the ears...” They twitched, and I scratched behind there. She didn’t make much noise, but liked it. I liked this. It wasn’t romantic, I’m asexual and aromantic, but it felt good. Just to make someone smile I guess. After a while she shook her head. “Nyeh! Headpat time is over! I wanna see what... uh... I wanna say Mana?”

“It’s Marra.”

“Right, I wanna see what she’s doing.” She stood beside me.

“I’d have to guess she’s in her room.” We both started towards the stairs, climbing up them and going into Marra’s room. Turns out she was just fixing herself. We had a pleasant chat, but nothing interesting really happened.

After that, I was going to see if Mina wanted to go to Wallace’s room, but judging from the fact he taped a piece of paper with the word \[b\]”NO”\[/b\] written in permanent marker, I decided against it. I gave Mina a pat, and we said goodnight. Mina’s room was the only one on the first floor, and everyone else’s room was there. No other rooms though, aside for another bathroom.

I went into my room. It only had 2 solid walls, one with the door on it, and one door leading to Marra’s room, which was next to mine. I had gotten 2 glass windows, \(blinds included\) and a balcony, but it was still storming outside. Inside my room was a TV the size of Mina’s, and a bed the same size placed against the wall leading to Marra’s room. It was one of those smart TVs, but didn’t have any specified branding, probably was made here. Along one of the glass walls was a fancy desk, oak black with a sliding portion for holding stuff. Nothing in that bit. On the desk was a very fancy computer, again, no branding. I wasn’t much of a computer techie, but judging from the fact when I turned it on it was instantly on with a loading time of 1 second, it was probably good. I turned that off. There was a normal office chair, which I swirled around in.

Nothing was plugged into the TV, but I’m sure I could request stuff. After, I turned on the TV, playing old movies from the 50s. Neat. I changed out of the wet clothes into a robe, afterwards I laid down in my bed. Life was still confusing and that notebook \(which I put under the mattress of my bed\) didn’t make it any easier. I wanted to say Mina just lied or that Mantello is evil, but deep down I know I couldn’t. It’s way too early for that. All I could really do right now is lay down, go to sleep, and learn more as time goes on.