“Escort number 019 to the auction center for its final sale. If no one buys it, bring it to the back and shoot it.” Once again, I’m being put up for sale. Guess I’ll either die or be sold this time. Better act scary. Maybe I'll get bought this time. Dioni doesn’t remember his name anymore. He only knows katsi, a boy with spiky blond hair and red eyes, 019, and Dioni. He doesn't know who Dioni is, though. He walks out in front of the crowd one last time. He now is mostly black skin, but still has spots of his original pale tan and green hair, though a darker shade. He has one black feathered wing and one dragon wing that is red and very dark brown. He can breathe fire and one of his horn tips is broken off. His eyes are now red with black where the whites of his eyes are supposed to be and his pupils are green. His tail is greenish-black, and the tip has a tuft of fur with green stripes. His hair has grown wild and is nearly impossible to braid, the style he usually keeps it in. his hands are now almost dragon talons, and his legs have grown an extra joint to look like a dog or cat, but have scales up to the original knee. Scars the color of his original skin cover his body, except for a burn mark on his shoulder around 2 feet long. He got it trying to escape the facility. Getting on all fours, he turns his face to the ceiling and roars. violet flames comes out of his throat in a stream. His hind claws dig into the wooden stage, almost shredding it in the process, while his tail waves behind him like a palm tree in a hurricane. He swings around one of his front talons to the point where it nearly decapitates the whole first row. People stare in shock for a millisecond, then many start yelling prices. "100000 yen!" "300000!" "I'll give you 500000 yen for it!" Then a black fog swamps the room, cutting out the noise. A quiet voice sounds from the back. "Does anyone hear have the money to challenge 2,000,000 yen?" no response comes from the crowd. "Then he's mine. Calling him an 'it' like he's an inanimate object. what level have you sunken to?" A man with bluish white hair and a dark scalp, a black hoodie, and chains wrapped around him in various places on his upper body walks up to the from of the crowd to take hold of the chain around 019's neck. "Name?" a man with blueish green fog surrounding him and a high school girl with black hair and at least 1 inch long fangs behind him ask the announcer. "Doesn't have one. we've always just called it by the experiment number, 019." At the mention of his number, 019 looks up and stares in terror at the announcer. He prepares to get shocked with the electric staff, and covers his head, neck, shoulders, back, and chest with his wings. His tail wrapped protectively around his feet, and he crouches down. Most of the viewers gasp in shock at the sight of the monster being scared of a simple number. Two masked men walk over and one with a top hat reaches up to pat his shoulder. "Poor, dear fellow. I don't want to imagine what you did to him. Terrified of a little number." People in the crowd start muttering and glaring at blackheart's employees. The pale haired man looks at the fog covered one. "Kurugaro, open the portal. Our business is done here." With those nine words, a portal emerges from the blueish green mans hand and the group of people disappear with experiment 019.

At The H.O.O's Base

"Well," The pale haired man turns around to face 019. "This is an intriguing situation we find ourselves in. Huh, folks? Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Shigurao Tomaro, though I was adopted long ago by a family known as the Micheala's. My quirk is decay." Micheala. That name sounds....familiar. Where have I heard it before? The man with fog introduces himself next. "Hello, child. I am Kurugaro, the father of the H.O.O. The founder is Hisama Micheala. I'm in charge of making sure the little crackheads don't get hurt. My quirk is warping." The others glare at him and Shigurao responds in a haughty tone "your literally 15." The H.O.O turns towards him with an astonished look when 019 makes a happy sound like a laugh. He's kind of cute... no, 019! The high-schooler goes next. "I'm Homito Toa! My quirk is transformation. If I drink your blood, I'll turn into you!" She sounded way too excited when she said that. The happy sound cuts off. The polite man with the top hat then chooses to speak. "I'm Mr. compression, though my real name is Atliro Saiyo. My quirk is compact." A man 019 didn't notice before with purple burn scars on his neck and arms and black hair then introduces himself. "The name's Tokordi Tuiya, but I go by Dauba now. I create blue flame, though I see I'm not the only fire user in the group now." He then goes to the couch and sips on a bottle of orange juice. The man with a black and white suit who looks a bit like Deadpool speaks next. "Hello, I'm double! fuck you, I'm not saying anything." His entire expression changes while he speaks. Split personality disorder? Shigurao looks back at Dauba. "Where's 005?" He just shrugs in reply and points to the doorway on the other side of the room. 019 assumes this is a que for him to go through it, and that he does. He looks around at the wall made of steel and the two beds side by side in the corner with a flower pot and some stuffed toys. One bed, the closest one to him, is around 7 feet long and has a little girl curled up in a fetal position, sound asleep. The bed in the corner is 13 feet long and is clearly meant for 019. As he quietly closes the door behind him, the little girl with white hair and a single horn on the side of her head looks up and glances behind her in fear. Her arms and legs are tightly wrapped in bandages, and her eyes are pink. 019 can barely hear her whisper, "Please don't hurt me, M-mister." He cocks an eyebrow and teleports over to her. She stares up at him, and he wraps his tail around her with wings next, his version of a hug. He then puts her back on her bed and falls asleep on his. She crawls into the space between his arms where they gap at his chest, hugs him, and mutters to herself, "I'll call you big brother...." and they fall into deep sleep in each other's arms.

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The Next Morning..

019 wakes up first to find the little girl gripping his chest. He gently taps her with his claw, waking her. He writes on her palm with a claw. 'Never told me what your called. I'm 019.' "Oh! My number is 005, but I used to be called Enna, or Enna-chan. I'm going to call you big brother instead of 019." He nods, and she says. "And don't trust the big people. They put on the bandages, but they're the ones who gave me the injuries in the first place. They enjoy acting nice, but their all villains." 019 cocks an eyebrow. He then crawls to the door, as he can't stand up to his full height, and bear-crawls to the iron door, hoping for breakfast. Unfortunately, he over hears their conversation. "...And then we attack UA the day we have the big guy under control." That was Shigurao-kun, being a dumbass once again, according to Enna-chan. "No. Shigu, we need to go about this more strategically. Besides, just because he knows how to use his quirks, that doesn't mean he's been in a fight. Don't want him dead in his first battle." There's Kurugaro-kun, being the smart one. "Yes, and little Enna is already attached to him. She was hugging him in his sleep last night. So cute!!" That was Toa-chan. According to Enna, the nicest ones, who never hurt her, are Toa-chan, Kurugoru-kun, and Dauba-kun. They were kind to her, brought her food, help her with the bandages, and read her stories when she can't sleep. "Sometimes," Enna tells him, "Mr. Dauba will come and sleep on a blanket on the floor next to me at night. I asked him why, once. He said I reminded him of his little brother, Shola. Ms. Toa says I remind her of her twin sister, who died a long time ago. And Kuroguro tells me stories. He says that they're from his past life, which is silly. No one had a past life. He tells me stories of having soft, sky-blue hair and blue eyes, and boys with blonde hair and red eyes, and a sad smile. What's a sad smile, Big brother?" He shows her his, pointing to his cheeks. "Oh, so you have a sad smile, big brother? Why do you have a sad smile?" She holds out her hand for him to tell her the story. He starts writing his story on her palm. He talks about his memories with Katsi and the mysterious boy who has been appearing in his memories before the lab. He writes about the day under the tree, with Katsi and the boy with blue hair. He tells Enna-chan about their promises, of friends, of trees. She has never remembered anything but the lab, and the base of HOO, which I now know stands for the house of outcasts. I tell her of flowers, bees and birds. She asks many, many questions. Then, the door opens. Enna-chan runs to hide behind the large back of 019 as Dauba steps into the room holding a small glass of milk. 019 taps her on the shoulder with his tail, but she just nestles closer to his back. He takes her hand, subconsciously gentle because of his massive, rocky claws, and writes on her palm. Be careful of the spikes, Enna. Also, it’s just Dauba. She perks up when he writes Dauba’s name. She peeks under his arm, and grins widely. “Mr. Dauba!!” she runs towards him excitedly. He crouches and sets the milk down, smiling gently and spreading his arms to welcome a hug. She charges towards him and nearly knocks him over as she jumps on him. “Mr. Dauba, will you tell big brother stories? He’s told me many things, but they were confusing. Mr. Dauba, what are trees, flowers, birds, grass, and squirrels? Also cats, I don’t know what those are either.” He smiles at her again, the seams of his mouth splitting slightly, the reddish tinted skin peeling back, held together by nothing but the rusty iron staples holding his frosted, burned skin to his normal skin. I take note of it, storing it carefully in the back of my mind. I then glance at Enna and have memories of doing the same thing, charging towards them in excitement, to the blond and blue haired boys. I turn my head away so he cannot see the tears dripping from the corners of my eyes, though I know he already noticed. He responds, glancing at me in confusion quickly, then holds Enna-chan’s shoulders a small amount away from him. “I can’t describe them, Enna, but would you like to go outside and see them? I got permission from Shigu to take you and 019 outside today.” She starts literally bouncing up and down in excitement. “YAY!!! Yes, yes yes, YES!!” she shouts. “I WANNA GO OUTSIDE YES!!!” Dauba laughs, picks her up and spins her around, and then says, “Look, little Enna, You're flying! A bird is flying! Birds come in pretty colors and shapes, with long furs called feathers that help them stay in the air all by themselves, without a person holding or tossing them. They go up into the air on their own!” “WEEEEE!!!!!! I’M A BIRD!!!” “Can you say tweet, tweet, little Enna? Birdies say tweet and whistle pretty songs just for someone to smile.” “Tweet! Tweet! Listen, Mr. Dauba!! I’m a bird!” Dauba smiles even more, with slight tears in his eyes while he laughs.