The correct way to deal with multiple personalities

01.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed child ran around happily, and everyone who passed him felt inexplicably relaxed, as if infected by the sweet smile on his face.

However, the only thing that made people feel inconsistent was the empty sleeve on the little boy's left arm.

"Don't feel sorry for me! I'm used to it!" Sensitive children will easily notice that there will always be a trace of regret in the hearts of people passing by - a cripple with only one hand.

"He's really empathetic." An ordinary person who visited the Mutant Academy lamented, "What is his superpower? Does it make you feel better?"

Logan, who followed the child closely, scratched his head irritably, and answered casually, probably.

A mutant at the back began to explain that mutants will show special abilities when they reach puberty.

After a long while, Logan turned his head, the child looked at him with a smile, squinting a pair of blue eyes, no matter how he looked at him, he looked relaxed and at ease.

Logan moved his eyes away in silence.

02.

"CharlesCharles~I want to go out to play~" The child still had that wonderful smile on his face, with crooked brows and eyes, and his teeth couldn't see his eyes when he smiled.

He trotted around Charles' wheelchair several times.

"What's the matter?... Lucia, it's still a bit chaotic outside, but I can ask Logan to accompany you out."

"...Can I change someone?"

The eyebrows were lowered, and the smile instantly took on the meaning of helplessness.

"……why?"

"He's always angry, and he's always wandering off worrying about someone."

"..." Charles frowned, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible, and tried to ask, "Is there any other reason?"

"...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you." The boy withdrew his smile and lowered his head slightly, "In my eyes, occasionally he turns into a devil."

"Are you afraid of him?"

"No, it's not." The boy with his brows turned into a figure eight said pitifully, "I just think——when he's angry, he always makes me happier than when he's calm."

"Stay next to him, maybe I will play a prank on him."

Charles raised the corners of his mouth a little dumbfounded. He hesitated, but he still asked, "What's it like?"

"—Well, Charles, I can't go out to play today, can I have dinner? I'm hungry!" The child cheered and changed the subject, bouncing away.

03.

Still a little hungry.

Sitting alone on the floor of the room, the little boy gently bit his index finger.

He looked straight at the smooth door of the cabinet, at the reflection of the room inside.

As he breathed more and more slowly, the background in the reflection turned into a blackness scattered with light.

It's like a black hole in my head.

But it's quiet yet.So cute.

That point of light was distorted and shattered, and it still looked miserable and beautiful.

The little boy showed a toothless smile again.

(What am I doing sitting here?)

He is still staring straight - his reflection, the background is still the black hole, but only his reflection will not be distorted and damaged by the black hole there.

(Not full...)

He tasted a little blood.

He looked at his bitten finger, at the scarlet color...

Then he went to Mr. Hank for comfort with a scary face.

04.

"Mr. Hank," the child asked softly while chewing on the biscuits in the infirmary, "Who has Charles been missing?"

The frail young man pushed his glasses and watched in silence as the little boy gnawed on the biscuit with his orchid finger up (because his index finger couldn't be used).

"His good friend, well, I shouldn't gossip about him behind his back, and he will definitely find out within three days." The mutant ability is a young man who turns into a dangerous blue furry beast, and the human form is a gentle and soft liberal arts student , so he lamely changed the subject, "Did you eat a little too much today?"

"Don't worry, I won't get fat!" The young boy was eating the biscuits, with a bright and sunny smile on his face, "I feel like I haven't eaten enough yet."

"Maybe you are about to show your ability, and your body needs a lot of energy supply and consumption?"

"Ah, really? I'm looking forward to it!" The little boy blinked and tilted his head, and ran to the trash can with his clothes clattered, only to be covered in biscuit crumbs, "Then Mr. Hank! Thank you Gauze! I'm going to find - Logan to play!"

05.

Of course he didn't really go to Logan.

While everyone was not paying attention, he walked around in front of the ordinary humans who came to visit, and harvested a bunch of snacks. After thanking them with a smile, he took them back to the house and dealt with them.

(still a little...)

Rather, I am even more hungry.

... Sure enough, you can't get enough to eat snacks?Mr. Hank, I should listen to you and eat less snacks!

- But I'm still hungry.

strangeness.

It shouldn't be so hungry.

06.

He sat on the steps, moved the pebble one by one, moved it from the highest step to the bottom, then controlled it to float up slowly, returned to the top, and kicked it down again, staring at the pebble until the end dusk.

He controlled himself not to think about who to ask for snacks or something—he subconsciously swallowed, and lowered his eyebrows in frustration—it always felt a little bad to eat too much.

Then he suddenly realized, and he was distracted for a while, the pebble that had been with him all afternoon was crushed into ashes.

The little boy stared blankly at the wisp of ash, watching it float up little by little, looking like a piece of dusty powder, and then tried to put it back together.

—but he couldn't.

As soon as the wind blows, the powder is scattered uncontrollably.

"...It's terrible." He realized that he had said it in a murmur, so he stopped trying to hide it, "It's a terrible ability."

The wind brought a smell of caramel, very sweet, different from Mr. Logan's bitter anger and anxiety, it was the sweetness that children like.

The little boy looked at the man wearing glasses - he looked completely different from Mr. Hank, at least he was shorter than Mr. Hank - the man with black hair and black eyes had been standing there for a long time, still staring straight at looking at myself...

The shock and bewilderment that could not be concealed in the smell of caramel.

"Well, how are you?"

The little boy tilted his head again, showing that kind of smile that sees his teeth but doesn't see his eyes.

"—No, I'm not good at all." The Asian young man murmured extremely fast, "It's impossible—"

"Are you a tourist?"

"No. What's the matter with you looking like this..."

"Otherwise what is it?"

"Dad, you—"

He stopped suddenly.

The Asian young man covered his head and almost roared, "Charles is wrong! You can't—"

...How could you not even give me the chance to come into this world?

07.

He disappeared.

The little boy straightened his head and stared for a long time at the place where the man had disappeared; like he was trying to put stone powder back together, and of course saw nothing reappear.

He so he just half-closed his eyes and huffed.

08.

"Have you been sleepy lately?"

While drinking soup, the little boy listened to Logan's words, but stared at a strand of unkempt hair on his head. He didn't look very cool but was cute.

It wasn't until Logan finally noticed where he was staring straight at that he uncomfortably brushed Barabara's hair, which disappeared into his messier hairstyle.

Charles put down his knife and fork. "It's the coffee withdrawal."

"Coffee?" Logan froze for a moment.

"Ah, that guy had been drinking before—he came here. It's normal to feel sleepy when he stops suddenly. It will be fine in two days."

The little guy yawned very cooperatively, half-opened his eyes in a daze, and was rarely silent.

"Tsk." The old wolf shrugged when he was full, and patted the shoulder of the little boy who had been nodding before leaving, "Just quit."

"Ah?" The child who was sober for a moment looked up blankly, looking at Logan's back—his eyes subconsciously searched for the drooping hair on the old wolf's head again.

Of course not.

He drank the soup in frustration, "Please give me another bowl!"

09.

"Do you like to drink milk?" Logan poked around in the plastic bag, easily found a carton of milk in a group of wine bottles, raised his hand and threw it over.

It didn't get better as Charles said, and a week later, the little boy was like a candle being ignited, and he was obviously getting more and more depressed.

Before he could react, he was hit by the milk carton all at once. Seeing Logan's body tense suddenly, he glanced at the milk carton on the ground in a daze, and blinked as hard as he could, but the world still didn't clear up.

He showed a smile, slowly squatted down and picked up the milk carton, walked quickly to the uncle who was still tense, and asked him with a smile, "Can you insert the straw for me?"

(If I can't even do this kind of thing, I'm really a waste.)

Logan put down a bag of wine, inserted the straw in silence and handed it to him, and patted the head that was hit just now as if confirming that he was not injured and did not remove the bag.very good.

(But it's nice, this smell of regret...guilt, worry, nervousness—perfect.)

While blinking his big blue eyes, the child was grinning and thinking; as if suddenly revived, he bounced away from Logan.

(But still can't - too close.)

10.

He saw the Asian young man again, sitting on the steps, with half of his face wrapped in his arms, with only a pair of eyes exposed, staring straight at the little boy.

"Father," he heard him say, "why do you keep acting like this?"

"Ugh?"

"I heard God speak to me just now... I think I understand how you feel, Father..."

The Asian youth looked at the little boy's thin wrist, he took a deep breath, and then sighed.

"With your mental strength, even if Charles can hide for a while, it won't last so long."

"..."

"Father...why?"

"Mo Xiaojun, sometimes you can't ask too many questions."

I smiled again, narrowed my eyes, and looked at him.

When I laughed, his face suddenly changed.

The aromatic and delicious caramel macchiato in the air intensifies.

The author has something to say:

*easter egg*

When the author was dazed while writing his homework, he was puzzled for a long time by looking at a basic question.

"You know you have to at least wash your face? I think you're almost fascinated by eyeballs." In the empty seat next to me (it's reserved for tutors because I'm lazy), there was a guy with his legs crossed, because Because of the angle, you can't see your face, you can only see those long legs shaking.

"If I could get up I'd make a cup of coffee, bastard."

"Hey! Did you agree to quit?"

"I suspect that my sleepiness is a withdrawal reaction."

"Don't make trouble, brother has been drinking for so many years and has never had it."

"How do I know if you've ever been sleepy!"

"If I'm sleepy, I'm sure I'll drink coffee and wash my face. Lazy, go wash your face."

Then that nasty bastard kicked me.

... After waking up from the dream, looking at the empty seat, reluctantly went to wash his face.