"Mistakes- mistakes, mistakes!! They never turn out how I want them to!"
The year was 20Z2. A scientist sits in the corner of her lab, hands covering her face as she cries in disappointment. A loud roar disrupted her sobs. The almalgate had broken free from it's container, throwing goop everywhere. She cried out in fear as she grabbed a metal plate to cover her face. The almalgate stopped as soon as it saw her; Tears still streamed down her face as she put the plate down slowly. Her "mistake" slowly slid over to her and stopped dripping. With no time to react, it slipped under her arm and sat comfortably next to her, radiating heat and love.
"Maybe.. you're not a mistake."
A smol adopt that I probably wont put much effort in, unless people want me to.
The year was 20Z2. A scientist sits in the corner of her lab, hands covering her face as she cries in disappointment. A loud roar disrupted her sobs. The almalgate had broken free from it's container, throwing goop everywhere. She cried out in fear as she grabbed a metal plate to cover her face. The almalgate stopped as soon as it saw her; Tears still streamed down her face as she put the plate down slowly. Her "mistake" slowly slid over to her and stopped dripping. With no time to react, it slipped under her arm and sat comfortably next to her, radiating heat and love.
"Maybe.. you're not a mistake."
A smol adopt that I probably wont put much effort in, unless people want me to.
