Whitmore

In an unknown facility far away from most civilization, an organization makes living, walking, talking bombs, called Whitmores, to sell to countries and armies during times of war. Right now, there is peace, but for how long has yet to be determined.One Whitmore, number 84, turns out very different from the rest, being extremely small, clumsy, and weak. Still, he does his best to fit in and become friends with every one. As he grows and changes, so does the facility and those living in it, until even he has something to teach his older brothers.The Whitmore AU is my own creation, based off of the original Whitty's backstory. I simply thought "what if there were more of him, and where he was made never shut down?" and thus, this fic was born. Of course, there are some major changes to this AU that you'll eventually come to find out as you read, but I think it's a bit more interesting. It's pretty long, but I hope people come to enjoy it. (also, apologies, but I'm not good with tags.)