Hello! I'm The Real! Nice to meet you.
I'm still a fairly new member here on CS, so I haven't really adopted many little critters or pets but I really fell for these Mutatos and this pattern is just fantastic! I'm a really big Sherlock and Sherlock Holms fan and I just couldn't help but apply!
So here is my application, I hope you enjoy. C:
Experiment 221B was never found after the outbreak…
The life of a potato isn’t usually an exciting one. They’re homely, immobile, unexciting. Trust me, I know, because I happened to be a normal potato once… Brown and bumpy and boring, that’s where my story starts.
Potatoes take time to grow, but I don’t actually remember my life much before I was plucked from the ground and bundled up with a group of others. It wasn’t really upsetting or traumatic, you know, since potatoes don’t really have emotions or well, internal organs and whatnot. I wouldn’t even consider myself conscious at this point I just sort of existed and don’t ask me how a recall this early stage of my strange life because I couldn’t honestly tell you… But anyway, we’re getting I little off track here.
I was later to find that the fate of the average potato isn’t a great one as we’re often placed in restaurants or grocery stores where we’re sold off in bulk to be later eaten by human kind. Despite how boring we start off we apparently can be made into numerous tasty treats. Amazing, right? The bundle I was sold off with ended up in neither a kitchen nor cupboard but in a laboratory in some fenced off top secret government building where my little potato family was sliced and fed to the mass amount of rabbits and rats they were holding for genetic testing.
We were placed on a counter beside the animal cages and for the most part things were pretty boring. Shockingly enough the life of a scientist is basically as boring as the everyday potato. They fed the animals, did their little experiments, and one of the scientists would sit down beside my bag and open up a rather thick book to read. He always seemed really into the story as he read...
Life continued this way for a week or two, we potatoes tend to last quite some time, but I began to feel a little mushy at the end. As for what happened next… well I don’t think anyone is quite sure. But my friend the book worm scientist was sat down reading when a loud alarm began to scream through out the entire underground building. There was a click and all the animal’s cages and crates were swung open. The reading scientist was reasonably startled as he jumped to his feet and ran out the room, leaving the bunnies and mice crawling around, escaping from their cages, and his heavily bound book still open on the counter beside me.
One of these stray animals bounced from where they were kept knocking myself, the book, and a nicely sized vat of toxic waste onto the floor where we all some how… fused together into what I happen to be now.
Myself, the once non moving, dull potato now had little legs, eyes, a mouth and a nose! My lumpy body changed somehow into this solid liquid material, often shifting and morphing. The words from the book were now inside me, the stories of Sherlock Holms floated in my body and newly developed mind.
Looking up with my wide blinking eyes I spotted the number of the cage the furry creature that was maybe now a part of me now. 221B, (ironic) and with the confusion still happening around me I managed to escape the lab out an air vent… into the great unknown…
I am a mutato and this is how my life began.
