Okay, Shall I start?
My name is Grace.
Or TEST-002. Or "Number two", as my dad calls her. or "Smiley", what I named her.
Either way, I'm not human. Although, you could probably tell that from looking at me. Really, what kind of human could mistake a dog-owl-skunk-dolphin combo for a human?
You are probably reading that sentence again to see if I really wrote that in my war journal. And how something this weird happened. It's quite simple, really.
I was a quiet, geeky girl who never really talked to anyone much. I had messy brown hair, which I got from my mother, and cold green eyes I got from my father. I usually wore labcoats, even at parties I probably didn't get invited too. My favourite were fancy-dress parties, because I got to be "the mad scientist" and usually won the costume contests. Not that it helped my reputation, I was always "The nature-hating monster's daughter". All because of one thing he made. He didn't even have any choice.
Anyway, the creature I'm stuck as.
TEST-002"Smiley" was my dad's weirdest creation yet. It wasn't even his style, he was perfectly happy trying to make pears taste different, or something. His employers just wanted something good, or "mind-blowingly WTCawesomesauce" as they put it, to show their sponsors, to keep them interested. It was my idea to make a dog-owl-skunk-dolphin, his logical practical mind couldn't do anything other than mutter about how he "Spent his life in a lab to make silly little illogical TV science". I chose dogs and dolphins because of their cute grins, I chose Owls because my boyfriend(who I no longer have) was obsessed with them. Skunks seemed interesting because on TV they look like they were weaponising farts, which, despite my dad assuring me it's merely a spray of foul liquid, seemed cool enough to use. Even though our creation got the realistic spray version.
Surprisingly, he made one. It died in a couple of weeks from a heart attack, right in front of my boyfriend after it attacked him. He thought I was horrible for creating something part-owl that dies too quickly. My father made a second one, cuter, nicer and calmer this time, and I named it "Smiley", because of her cute grin. We quickly became best friends, even though I never really had, or needed, human friends. They freaked out too much, they were too closed-minded, they were never any fun.
Except for some.
I was a human at the time(duh) when I first found it. a weird blue box that seemed to emanate some strange energy. I thought it was magnetic, and kinda cool, so i showed it so my friends. It must have fallen off a supply ship or something. weird.
Anyway, when I got the morphing power, I turned into smiley first. It was quite fun at first, but her adorable absent-mindedness made me forget about the time limit. Now I'm stuck like this. but it's ok, I just hide in my friend's clothes whenever I should be there without being seen.
I was kinda worried about my dad thinking something was up with me never being around, but I fixed that. I told him I left for the Swedish mountains, to document the flight patterns of some rare swedish butterfly. Total lies, but it worked. He was even really proud of me for trying something alone so early in my career.