Bionic
Chatacter: Kyle Broflovski
Summary: I wasn't made like human are made. Knitted in a mother womb with God stamp of approval. I was made in a factory under scientist surveillance. I'm Nadeya I'm fifteen year old and with Collin a young doctor that rescued me from the laboratory near Death Valley. A laboratory build to make artificial intelligence and people in an attempt to gain an advantage over seas. He keep me in his apartment for a two eyars before it became dangerous for us to stay in California and we ran. Now here I attempt to build forge relationship with these human in South Park while flying under the radar. I was meant to be safe never find someone to love me. this is my story.
Pont of View: Nadeya and Kyle's, a few of the south park chatacter
M for later chapters
You can skip this chapter this jsut opens the scene a bit.
Prologue not a machine
My name is Nadeya Frerich well now you could call me Broflovski. I'm 35 years old and extreme blessed. I have a lovely mansion and amazing man as my hubby. Three beautiful and brilliant children and my horrific past is now only a distant memory. My little sister Becca is now in Denver with her husband of 17 years and they have 3 children now.
I chuckled as I got up from the window sill of my old home. I walked down the halls to where my daling kids slept. I opened the door to one, where a red head sat on the cover staring at me with is bright emerald green eyes. I strolled over, brushing past the toys scattered on the floor. As he crawled under the covers. He nestle into the fluffy pillow, and I bent over and stroke his short curly locks. He was much like his father in both appearance and personality. Even down to the nice lip from that went across his cheeks. "Good night KB." I whisper kissing him on his forehead and pulling the comforter over the 8 year old.
On the head board hung his father old hat he wore when he still had what many call the Jewfro. I took it off it make shift rack and handed it to the small child. Who snatching and buried his face into it. I smiled softly, night like this it shed light to the mere miracle that I could have children. Or do the simple thing like eat, talk, and love. I'm not the monster people claim me to be. I'm a generic success but all of that shit doesn't matter to me all now that matter are the basic name I'm given. Mrs. Broflovski, Dr. Frerichs . From my husband Nadeya, Nadi, dear, my sweet and many more pet names.
The most beautiful of all mom, mother, mommy. I sighed watching the child fall asleep with the green ushanka in his arms. I touch my back, under the tank top was a mass of lump. Scars. I gulped slipping my hand down my finger tip grazing the soft fabric. I turn my attention back to mysnoozing son. WHo fell asleep with the green hat in his arms. I've come along way form the dark cell in Death Valley far from the gentics and labs work. Far from the grueling fearing of going back.
I still livei n South Park, i guess it a trapper town. Once you go in you'll never want to leave. In the same five story mansion that had been passed onto me when my adoptive father/caretaker passed away years ago.
The place where it all started, where i met my love Kyle Broflovski.
A/N: Okay I thing now i know your thinking WFT but it some foreshadowing okay. Cartman getting married is another idea i had. I plan on making this a series but since half of my stuff got wifed out with a virus i'm starting fresh.
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Teal haired.
I need to change my pen name
