Mystery Mental Institution

Since Jihn was complaining about being short on money, I attended quite a number of interview in different departments. The thing is—

I changed my face every time.

"Changing the physical traits of the body isn't the only thing that shapeshifting can dooo," the lizard suddenly started giving lessons, "soon... you can change into any kind of animal!"

Jihn excitedly said, "ooooh, I wonder if we could recreate venomous or poisonous animals?"

That would be good for torture, you thought.

"Yes! Also, based on my great knowledge, it's not exactly called shapeshifting, but mimic!" puffing its scaly chest.

"Isn't that the sa—"

"Nope!" Newt giggled.

"But—"

"No!" still smiling.

Fine, geez. Newt said that I should study every anatomy there is because if I didn't, I might become an abomination.

"Well, human anatomy is already our thing so let's cross that out, mon chèri," Jihn chuckled.

Newt sinisterly smiled, "animal kingdom isn't the limit.. y'know. You can mimic any being.. and I meant anything that can die," he giggled, "even the cosmic entities."

The air turned serious and the only sound you can hear is your rapid heartbeat.

This power is fucking limitless!

A dying cosmic being is a really abstract thing, they're both above death and susceptible to death.

It's like asking, how do you kill time? love?

In the end, they're just gone.

"But! you can't completely mimic them, only a small percentage of it, hihi! copying a mutant will already wear you the fuck out sooo," dousing your expectations, "don't even think about reaching the Gods—"

"Yet," you continued.

Jihn suddenly laughed, "well isn't that a lovely thing! Magnifique!" he started twirling with Newt using your body.

Oh god, they're besties already.

By this time, you already mastered the art of copying someone's physical traits with just a look but.... only to the extent of a normal human being.

There are still aliens, demons, angels, and many more to uncover.

Newt reminded that you can mimic anything down to their core. Hmm.. even their abilities?

You can only get a small piece of that cake, though. You'd already be a pile of melted shit if you ever tried that right now.

"Alright, let's train again, Jihn."

The clown cringed, "ayez pitié de moi!" he whined.

"He said 'Have mercy on me', hihi!" Newt is basically a living translator at this point, born within the depth of the beginning of everything. Pretty mystic if you ask me.

"Once we have enough money, we'll move somewhere better. We'll also buy proper equipment to train our combat skills, Jihn."

You suddenly felt a pull, reeling you into your own consciousness again, "A little warning?" you grunted.

"Let's get this over with, mon chèri."

Meanwhile...

In the state of Illionis, inside the small town of Arcola, just a few miles away from the famous house of the newly discovered cannibal.

Although, still missing, the fact that bodies were butchered in that house still stands.

"Holy mother of God, it's a whole freaking mental institution."

The person speaking right now is special agent Phil Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D.

He sighed, "things just get weirder and weirder."

It's only a matter of time before the supernatural agencies discover this absurd phenomena, "and why a cornfield? Literally just a few miles away from that disgusting slaughterhouse on the news."

A woman with dark brown hair added, "do you think anyone escaped from this? I mean... anyone that got dragged to this and escaped?"

Phil looked at the woman named Skye, an Inhuman agent with the power to manipulate vibrations.

"Let's call up backup for now and keep this confidential," he replied.

The woman could only nod and wait for a plan to commence.

Back at the present—-

Jihn laid on the ground, gasping for air.

"I fucking hate training," even your consciousness is tired, too.

"Haha, mon ami, I wonder when will our hard work pay off, hm?"

It seems like the clown is itching for a murder spree, "we don't have any foundations here, Jihn," you replied, "we're poor beggars who's basically starting from scratch."

Jihn could only just kick the bed out of frustration while Newt is just flying in the air, observing us.

You had multiple jobs as a mercenary back then and it wasn't a good memory. Being a lackey for some scumbag, just to earn some fucking money and have an excuse to kill is pretty exhausting.

Of course, you wouldn't put a hand on the innocent. You had always been a good judge of character.

The clown plopped on a chair and chugged down a whole bottle of water, "merde.. once we have the fucking money, I'll buy some comfy ass couch to lay on and some coffee essentials to play with."

You can only nod at the thought of luxury in very hard times.

"Let's go out and eat!"

The cute lizard had a good idea to liven up the mood, fluttering it's miniature wings at you.

".... We are pretty hungry," you sighed, "Jihn, lets go."