The Harbinger of Autism

About The Harbinger of Autism

Some deep lore about me.
When I was born, and the doctor pulled me from my mother, I screeched at him like a goblin, and he threw me against the wall as hard as he could. I then scurried into the vent next to where I landed... It took them 3 weeks to find me... It took them even longer to find the bodies. They still haven't found all of them.
After that, I was taken home and raised by my father. My father was a frugal man, so seeing a chance to save some money, instead of buying an ashtray to ash out his ciggies, he used the dent in my head as an ashtray. He would say, "Come here, my little ashtray" and I would, because I was a good boy.
As for my mother, after the hospital incident, she said, "Nah" and left.