Mimoza didn't overstay their welcome at the shelter that had taken them in for the last week...or was it month? They couldn't remember honestly; time had been strange lately with days blurring together into a tangled mess. Mim tried piecing them together however it was a puzzle with multiple parts missing so the full picture wasn't seen. It didn't matter now. Besides, they've survived this long right?

But it always wasn't like this. They could feel it. It started when they woke up in Westminister with no recollection of how or why they were there. All Mim had to their name was a backpack filled with spare clothes, their phone, and a wallet filled with allowance money. Wait, allowance? How did they even have an allowance if they didn't have a place to call home?

Whenever they slept faces and voices of people appeared in their dreams; despite the odd familiarity they knew they'd never seen those people before. Even trying to change their face into those who plagued their dreams only resulted in something straight from the uncanny valley. They stopped after a while, deciding to leave that puzzle alone.

Besides, they had to keep up the appearance of a normal human being. Normal...something Mim was not. People would run or call the police if they saw their true form; dark purple skin with scale like patterns, eyes a mix of lavender and sky blue, and moss green hair. The only things never changed in their more acceptable form were their eyes and hair. 

Being it was getting late, around [b]8:30[/b], Mim looked around for shelter. They knew a rooftop might work, however the cold weather was a problem. Nevertheless, they took the chance. Upon the roof, they glanced around, taking in the scenery before noticing an open window leading inside. Mim smiled before carefully falling through the window, listening for any signs of life. 

Nothing so far. Good. Mim placed down the backpack and looked around the space, noticing old instruments and what seemed to be a sort of shelter. Someone had already claimed this space. A yelp escaped from Mim as they heard a male voice call out, unintentionally turning into their true self with a scaly ripple effect. 

Mim looked towards where the voice came from and blinked. It was strange; the boy was standing there before them yet...not at the same time, like a hologram. "You're...you're a mutant...like me." They realized, coming closer to where he was, forgetting about their appearance which thankfully was clothed.