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Mi-ak-715 didn’t know much, neither did 715, Miak, or any of the other names he might have been known as throughout his life. He didn’t know as much as his own real name.
But the gods above didn’t blame him, for the one to blame was his father, a renowned child development psychologist who was known as Dr. Midoriya.
Before Miak was born, his father had this idea that babies were born with certain innate knowledge of the world, also known as tabula rasa. Some of which being basic language and communication skills, basic mobility skills, and emotional responses. So, with limited ways of researching his theory, Dr. Midoriya chose to have a baby with his wife to get an unpolluted and clean mind and body. Dr. Midoriya’s plan of researching the baby consisted of isolating it until adulthood and giving it little socialization and learning opportunities.
Fortunately, the baby was born with little complication and it was seemingly perfectly healthy. Unfortunately, the one little complication during the childbirth had been that the psychologist’s wife had passed away.
But, nevertheless, Dr. Midoriya continued with his project. He named his newly born subject, because that was what the baby was, Aki Midoriya. But his subject needed a subject sounding name, which was why he was called Mi-ak-715.
After the hospital allowed for the release of Miak, Dr. Midoriya brought him to his new home; a room with 4 clean cement walls, a cement floor and ceiling, 2 metal doors, a nice twin bed frame with a nice mattress, and a box of chalk in the corner of the room.
This was where Miak spent his first 13 years of life. And to his limited knowledge, it’s where the rest of his life would be spent.
Not that he complained, because you can’t complain of being exploited and abused if you don’t know anything else.
In his whole life, Miak wasn’t given a new room, a toy, a pet, anything at all. He was only given meals 3 times a day, and the occasional new toiletries. He didn’t need anything else though. He had a bathroom behind the metal door that had a doorknob on it (the other one had weird shapes and symbols on it instead of a doorknob), he had a bed, he had a dictionary that he woke up to find one day, and he had his favorite seemingly endless white chalk sticks.
Miak’s sources of entertainment varied from using the chalk, playing around with his pillow, running and doing some made up activities in his room, and working with his own hair that had grown to his mid-thigh.
Miak loved those chalk sticks, he always scribbled on the walls and floors with them. Sometimes he drew squiggles or patterns or his own hands or feet. He especially liked drawing the pictures that his dictionary has.
After he turned 5 (not to his knowledge), his temporary nurse taught him the alphabet and some other sounds that Dr. Midoriya allowed him to be taught. Miak never forgot these letters and sounds, letting him practice speaking with the words he found in his dictionary.
Though he didn’t know much, Miak eventually figured out that most words and pictures in his dictionary must exist somewhere, just not in his room.
He figured this out after one of the rare times Dr. Midoriya came in to his room to check something in his bathroom, and after he saw a drawing of something that looked like the doctor captioned hū’man, (n.).
This was also how he learned what was probably his name, when the doctor didn’t fully close the door after coming in for a short minute, and Miak was able to see some letters and symbols on the front of the door saying Mi-ak-715. Shortly after that, Miak remembered one of the entries in his dictionary: nāme (n.), The title by which any person or thing is know; understood, or spoken of . Her figured that Mi-ak-715 must be either the name of the door, which isn’t a person, or possibly even his name. Since he didn’t recognize any of the symbols besides the letters, he put together the only four letters he saw and called himself that. None of the letters had diacritics, so Miak had to say it many times to figure out how it should be pronounced.
After these brand new revelations, especially about the fact there most things in his dictionary must exist somewhere, Miak started doodling even more of the illustrations he found in the thick book on any empty wall or floor space of his room. Sometimes he would wake up to part of the wall he could’ve sworn was covered in chalk clean and seemingly untouched. That was one of his greater mysteries.
He had many great mysteries, in fact almost everything he knew or didn’t know was a mystery, and most of them were great. For example, who is the man (Miak learned there were multiple types of humans) who comes into his room sometimes? Why are there multiple types of food given to him every day? How many humans exist? What does he look like? And his biggest one was: What is outside the metal door that has the symbols on it instead of the doorknob?
Luckily, he already sort of knew an answer to one of his questions. Above his sink in his bathroom, Miak used to have a nice mirror, but he broke it a while ago when he was trying to climb his sink for whatever reason and slipped and bashed his head against it, then the floor. After his head collided with the mirror, he remembers looking up and seeing a bunch of lines on it, which he learned was called a crack. He cracked his mirror. So now, he could only see himself through one of the not cracked corners. Miak had long hair, very light skin, and he had a round looking face with some freckles.
Miak knew everything had color, but he didn’t know any, since the dictionary only provided him with black or white sketches. The only colors he had in his life was when he looked at himself and in the toilet, even his bed sheets and clothes were either white, gray, or black. Because of this, he didn’t know his hair color, eye color, skin color, or his lip color.
Back to how he entertained himself, he always wanted to move. He sometimes crawled in his room, sometimes ran, sometimes tried to climb his wall or things in his bathroom, or tried to make himself as small or big as possible. Miak eventually had to pause his activities when he kept having his hair wrap around his arms or legs while he moved.
He had always tried to make his hair easier to manage before, by putting it away from his face, but now he knew that wouldn’t cut it. So, he tried to untangle it and arrange it in some way.
After spending a very long time of moving it around, he finally got somewhere and managed to badly braid his hair. This had been very long ago, but he remembered that after that day, he woke up to find weird elastic loops next to his dictionary and chalk. He didn’t know what they were used for, but given what happened the previous day, he assumed they were for his hair. So Miak spent even more time trying to figure out how to use it, and managed to braid his hair again and put one of those loops around his hair. It was like a miracle that his hair didn’t fall from the braid after he wrapped the loop around the end of it, he was so excited.
Back to present time, he always played around with his hair now. Now, he was putting it up into a hopefully neat braided bun to go to sleep with.
While he was braiding his hair, the couple lights on the ceiling were getting darker and darker. Miak didn’t know why this happened, but he always found himself getting more tired after they fully turned off, so he always planned to get to his bed before that. That one time he was in the bathroom and they turned off was not a fun time for him.
Right after he finished his bun, and put his head on the pillow, he fell fast asleep.
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Miak woke up to noise and, unlike normal, there was no light. There was never much noise, it existed only when he made it or when the doors opened. He was not used to noises not coming from him.
This made him concerned and scared, not that he knew what those emotions were.
He heard sounds that sounded like those he made in his time alone, loud sounds, sounds that sounded like someone speaking, and ones that sounded like a primal sort of yell.
Not remembering how he got there, Miak found himself in one of the corners of his room. He didn’t know what was happening outside his door, how could he?
Miak wasn’t sure why, but his breath seemed to speed up and his eyes darted around where the door to the outside was.
The noises of yelling and maybe speech seemed to get louder and somehow closer. He didn’t realize that those sounds could be coming from humans.
He closed his eyes and shoved his head in the space between his chest and his knees. He was hugging his legs tight and breathing heavily now.
What is going to happen to him? What about the man that he sometimes sees? Will he be ok? What was happening? What could make those noises outside?
Then everything became silent. The only sound that was able to be heard was coming from him. He was breathing so hard you could hear it, he was unknowingly whimpering and whispering unintelligible words.
Through his small panic attack, Miak never heard the door open. He never saw the light from outside flood in past the open door. He never realized there were people at the door.
He only shifted after a bit when he felt this weird wriggly uncomfortable feeling. Looking up, he saw humans. That’s right, not a human, but multiple. He didn’t know how many, since he couldn’t actually count, but he knew it was more than he ever seen.
In the front of the group of people was a tall man with tangled black hair, black clothes, a white thing around his neck, and some color of eye covering.
None of the people were moving. Maybe he imagined them? Miak really hoped he wasn’t imagining them, that would be unfortunate.
Before he could process any more of this, he found himself met with something he wasn’t sure what. It was colored and it moved toward him, made the figures of the humans blurry, and it made him sleepy. He looked where it was coming from and he saw a woman in white and black clothing that was tight on her.
Then he was out, he blacked out.