The laboratory is eerily quiet except for the soft hum of forgotten equipment. The baby, his skin a gentle shade of emerald, looks around in confusion, unsure of where he is or why he’s alone. As he stretches, a metal tray nearby bends in his tiny fist, startling him. He pulls his hands close, fear flickering in his wide, glowing eyes.
He tiptoes through the lab, careful not to touch anything, but his super strength betrays him—chairs splinter, doors fly off hinges. Whenever he catches a glimpse of himself in a mirror, he sees both his innocent face and the unintended chaos left in his wake. The baby climbs to the rooftop, escaping the ruins below.
He hugs his knees, a single tear tracing his cheek as he wonders why he was made so strong, yet feels so powerless to belong. "Why am I like this? Is there a place for someone like me?" His voice is just a whisper, lost in the wind.
Citizens scatter, their shouts echoing up to the rooftop. Explosions light up the sky; cars are tossed aside like toys. The green baby grips the edge of the building, his fear replaced by determination. "No one else can stop it... But maybe I can," he declares, leaping down into the chaos below.
He slams his tiny fists into the monster’s leg, denting steel and sending shockwaves through the ground. The crowd gasps as the baby lifts a fallen car, using it as a shield before hurling it at the robot’s chest. The battle rages on, glass shattering and concrete crumbling, until finally, with a mighty cry, he tears out the monster’s power core, ending its rampage.
the green baby[/@ch_1], their fear melting into awe and gratitude.]
A little girl offers him a flower, and others cheer, lifting him onto their shoulders. "Thank you for saving us! You're our hero!" someone calls out, and the crowd erupts in applause. For the first time, the baby smiles, his heart swelling with pride and belonging.
The green baby[/@ch_1] stands tall atop a building, cape fluttering in the breeze, watching over his new home.]
Though still small, he is no longer afraid of his strength or his place in the world. The city sleeps peacefully, knowing its tiniest guardian has a heart as mighty as his power. "I'll protect you all... always," he promises, ready for whatever comes next.
