Born In A Trash Can 1: 01: Fck!
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A sharp crack of electric current split the air as a tall figure crackling with purple electricity dropped from the sky and landed in an abandoned laboratory.
The purple electricity faded and left behind a face so goddamn handsome that even God would have to go “Holy shit!” The guy stood about six-foot-three.
“Oi, V1, finally found you!” He yanked open an old experimental cabinet and stared at the three surviving blue vials still sitting inside.
The man whose looks could make God jealous cracked a smile that could charm the pants off thousands of girls.
The protagonist’s looks are..
just slightly worse than all of you readers.
No, it’s not just young girls he’s charming!
The man’s name is Dean Osborn.
But don’t get it twisted, he is not the older brother of the little Green Goblin, Harry Osborn.
At least, not his biological brother.
He does have a biological younger brother who is also a celebrity, but it is not Harry.
It is… Homelander!
As for why his surname is Osborn, this story needs to start from eighteen years ago… December 16, 1991, Christmas Eve… “Mr.
Osborn, Ms.
Emily, I now invite you to witness the greatest project achievement of Vought International, and the birth of the protagonist of a new era!” In a secret laboratory of Vought International, a man wearing glasses smiled as he grandly introduced the project to a white couple standing beside him.
The man with glasses was Stan Edgar, current CEO of Vought International, the world’s number one superhuman company.
The couple was the president of the world-famous biotechnology enterprise Oscorp, Mr.
Osborn, and his wife Emily.
This time Stan Edgar had invited the couple in for a collaborative biological research project.
“Ahhhhhh—” Inside a containment room within the laboratory, amid the woman’s heart-wrenching wails, a baby was delivered.
But the newborn’s face was purple and blue and showed zero signs of life.
Dr.
Vogelbaum, who was leading the procedure in front of the isolation window, watched his expression darken.
“Dr… Doctor, the first child has no vital signs.
It’s a stillborn…” An assistant in a white coat carefully checked with the instruments, then finally dared to report to Dr.
Vogelbaum.
“Should this child be kept for research, or do we throw it away and destroy it?” Faced with the assistant’s question, Dr.
Vogelbaum hesitated for a moment and glanced back at Stan Edgar, whose expression had also darkened as he stood beside Mr.
Osborn.
Stan Edgar shot a sideways look at the “partner” he was trying to win over, then forced a confident smile that said everything was under control.
“Throw it away and destroy it.
Continue delivering the other twin!” The researcher holding the stillborn baby did not hesitate.
He tossed it straight into a trash can marked “Destruction.” Mr.
Osborn and Emily’s faces changed the second they saw it.
Especially Emily, who was pregnant herself.
Hearing Stan Edgar’s indifferent tone, like he was tossing out garbage, her eyes practically spat uncontrollable rage.
Sensing his wife’s emotions, the composed Mr.
Osborn took Emily’s hand and gave her a slight shake of the head.
Then he turned to Stan Edgar and said flatly, “Even if it is a stillborn, throwing it away and destroying it like that is a bit too inhumane…” “Since this child is useless to you, why not hand it over to us?
I will find a proper grave and bury the kid myself.” Stan Edgar met Mr.
Osborn’s eyes, clearly trying to figure out if there was any ulterior motive behind them.
Unfortunately both men were cunning bastards.
Stan Edgar could not read a damn thing in Mr.
Osborn’s eyes.
“Give him to me and I will owe you a favor.” Mr.
Osborn spoke again when Stan Edgar stayed quiet.
That got Stan Edgar’s attention.
A favor from the head of a world-leading biotech company carried serious weight.
Still, he hesitated.
Even as a stillborn the body carried the genes of the most powerful first-generation supes, Soldier Boy and Stormfront.
He did not like the idea of Mr.
Osborn digging around in that corpse and maybe pulling something useful out of it.
Then he had no time left to worry about the dead kid.
The stomach of the woman who had been pumped full of Soldier Boy and Stormfront’s genes started moving again.
Unlike the first twin that came out cold and lifeless, this one was already showing everyone how alive it was.
Her belly kept pushing out in little mounds, like a pair of hands inside were shoving against the skin trying to claw their way free.
The delivery staff nearly shit themselves and started backing away on pure instinct.
Outside the containment room Dr.
Vogelbaum grabbed the microphone and barked, “Nobody retreats!
Think about your families!” That threat pinned them in place.
The terrified researchers forced themselves back to the table for the sake of the people they loved.
They had barely gotten into position when something worse happened.
The baby inside seemed pissed it could not get out the normal way and decided to cut itself free.
The woman’s stomach suddenly glowed red-hot like a branding iron.
She screamed and thrashed harder than ever.
Even several grown men could not hold her down.
Less than two seconds later two solid red beams punched straight out of her belly and started sweeping the lab like wild laser cutters.
The woman died instantly.
The researchers standing over her got carved into bloody chunks.
In one heartbeat the whole delivery room turned into a red-soaked slaughterhouse.
Dr.
Vogelbaum outside the glass froze in shock.
He only dared straighten up once the blood and scraps of flesh stopped sliding down the window.
His eyes burned with pure excitement as he stared at the baby floating in the middle of the room, umbilical cord still attached, eyes glowing solid red.
“It… it worked!
I did it!” No one noticed the stillborn in the destruction trash can suddenly open its eyes.
‘Holy shit.
Didn’t I just get fried fixing an electrical box?’ ‘Holy shit, why are my hands so tiny?’ ‘Holy shit, did I actually transmigrate?
And what the fuck is this stench?
My spawn point is a goddamn trash can?’ ‘Fuck me.
Born in a trash can.
Don’t tell me I got electrocuted and came back as a Black kid in the US or a girl in India!’