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Family life proved to be more than she ever anticipated, it was time-consuming, required more selflessness than one would have thought. The repetition of daily routines often felt like the beating of doll drums. The methodical rhythm was almost hypnotic. Having a family was like a well-oiled machine and she, it’s beating heart. A thankless job, it was oppressively monotonous, sacrificing hopes, desires, and dreams for the predictability of routines, security and —- “MOMMY!” The little voice screamed ‘Mommy!’ She heard again, the wail of a 9-month-old baby boy woken up too early from his nap by the careless shouts of his eight-year-old sibling. Plastique’s body groaned as she stared at her nude form in the bathroom’s vanity mirror, the door was locked she stretched her arm to the lock she didn’t want Olivia, her new daughter to barge in on her in her true form. They didn’t know their mother was the Rubbery meta-human Plastique, in her purple true form living latex skin glistening in