Long ago, there was a place called Bossatronia. It was a paradise, where a special race lived in secret. Only those with special DNA and abilities could enter. They were know as the Bosses.
They were ruled by a Septiceye named Sam, a green eyeball with a blue iris.
In Bossatronia, these Septiceyes and Bosses lived together.
And one day, Sam did something no one expected.
He brought an Anti into their ranks.
Let us start... from the beginning.
Bossatronia had existed for a long time.
Sam had kept peace, but he felt something wrong.
A Septiceye came over, a Boss at her side. "Sam? We have found something terrible."
Sam looked at the Septiceye and Boss who had came to him. "What do you mean, Sera?"
"An Anti has survived."
Sam froze, staring at Sera and the Boss at her side.
The Boss held out a baby, who was wrapped in a green blanket.
"I have no time for games, Sera. That is clearly not an Anti."
"But-"
"Prove to me he is truly evil, and I will destroy him."
Sera went quiet.
That's when Sarah, the Boss with a matching name that was holding the baby, spoke up. "I was the one who saw it, sir."
"It?" Sam questioned.
"He had pointed ears and a tail like a demon!" Sarah said, Sam looking at the child.
"...Let me see him." Sam said, picking up the child with his optic nerve.
It's right eye was black, with a purple iris. The left eye was, like Sam, green with a blue iris.
"..." Sam was quiet.
"I will raise him." Sam said. "Should you be correct, I will kill him."
"It will be far too late, Sam!" Sera argued.
"No. Trust me." Sam said.
Sera and Sarah left.
-Five Years Later-
Sam had been watching Sean, who prefered Jack, twenty-four seven.
He had to leave for a council meeting, leaving the child alone.
When he returned, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until he heard something shatter.
And then-
"DaaaAAAAAAD" Jack cried, Sam hurrying over to where Jack was.
The child had glass on his knuckles, and the mirror in the room was broken.
Sam pulled out the glass, and wrapped his optic nerve around the child's hand.
When he let go, the child was all healed up.
"Why on Earth did you punch a mirror?" Sam questioned.
"He wouldn't stop being mean.."
"..He?"
Jack picked up a piece of glass carefully, and held it up, Sam going behind Jack to see what it was.
There, in the reflection, was Jack, but with pointed ears and the same eyes from five years ago.
"..." Sam stared at the reflection.
"..A-Am I in trouble? For breaking the mirror?" Jack asked.
"Of course not.." Sam said.