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There just aren't many things like knowing you're alone. The stark, cold loneliness that takes hold of your body as all you can do is just sit.

This is what the wyngling knew. This is what the wyngling felt. Surrounded by darkness and completely, utterly alone.

Then, there's a crack, a shine of light, and panic lodges within the child's throat. They start to feel twitchy, and with a sudden burst of absolute feeling the shell of the egg splinters up with a static shock. The child barely heard the pained gasp of surprise as their body surges with voltage.

Whoever is with them shrieks at their appearance and ability. The extra appendage-- the extra hand-- they had instead of tail wriggled and writhed with the same emotion the wyngling felt. Fear, and the yearning of parental comfort.

"Of course he's hideous!" shrieks a feminine voice, and the wyngling notices how she has a clasp with the number "Fifty-Six" engraved into it. "Out of all the eggs to take, it had to be one deformed." There is a heavy sigh between gasps of breath, and the wyngling feels the initial terror they felt ease. "No matter. We will deal with what we get."

She grabs onto their spine, and something cold squeezes around their extra hand and locks into place. As the faux maternal presence rises and makes her leave, the wyngling learns of their name.

Said coldly, and simply clinical, she mutters at them, "Welcome to life, Fifty-Six."

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There just aren't many things like knowing you're alone. The stark, cold loneliness that takes hold of your body as all you can do is just sit.

This is what the wyngling knew. This is what the wyngling felt. Surrounded by darkness and completely, utterly alone.

Then, there's a crack, a shine of light, and panic lodges within the child's throat. They start to feel twitchy, and with a sudden burst of absolute feeling the shell of the egg splinters up with a static shock. The child barely heard the pained gasp of surprise as their body surges with voltage.

Whoever is with them shrieks at their appearance and ability. The extra appendage-- the extra hand-- they had instead of tail wriggled and writhed with the same emotion the wyngling felt. Fear, and the yearning of parental comfort.

"Of course he's hideous!" shrieks a feminine voice, and the wyngling notices how she has a clasp with the number "Fifty-Six" engraved into it. "Out of all the eggs to take, it had to be one deformed." There is a heavy sigh between gasps of breath, and the wyngling feels the initial terror they felt ease. "No matter. We will deal with what we get."

She grabs onto their spine, and something cold squeezes around their extra hand and locks into place. As the faux maternal presence rises and makes her leave, the wyngling learns of their name.

Said coldly, and simply clinical, she mutters at them, "Welcome to life, Fifty-Six."

----
Rip Fifty-Six I love u

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MAX WYNS