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"8th. The 8th time you've been brought back. Is this a game to you? Do you just not want home?” The women spoke in frustration and exhaustion, her shrill voice becoming an higher pitch with each word spoken
At least she isn't forcing that stupid ass smile that just made it obvious she hated this job
And ‘home’? What utter bullshit. What good has an ‘home’ done him? Why'd he want something that'd he be kicked out of.
Of course, he didn't reply.
The young boy just rolled his eyes and sat up after finally being allowed to leave the dammed office.
Long dull halls of the facility greeted him once the door closed, the only door allowed in the building, for ‘safety’ they say, so kids can't hurt themselves.
(was it a group home? an treatment center? He couldn't tell the differences between the two.)
The boy begun walking, moving to avoid the squeakers and creepers as he moved along the old wooden floor
Once he reached the 4th room, he slipped off his old teared and wore shoes and begun dangerous journey to where he slept, past the toys made the most obnoxious noises if the wind moved just too differently, the building blocks that NO ONE HAS CLEANED UP YET. ITS BEEN 2 MONTHS, HE CANNOT KEEP DOING ACROBATICS JUST TO LAY DOWN.
And finally past his favourite doll telanovla, the newest episode honestly shocked him, Barbie cheating on Ken with Miku was not what he expected!
(Good for her though, Ken was such a gold digger.)
Finally, he laid down on the bumpy and stiff bed and couldn't even sleep.
8th..huh, is that long it's been? He's been through 8 foster homes, honestly he hadn't thought it had been, it's only been a year..a year since he found out the ugly truths about this world. Huh.
The 8th wasn't even special, they just tried ‘fixing’ him. There was nothing to fix and yet that stupid couple kept trying. They always do.
Stupid Adults.
Mrs Myers sighed, looking over the paperwork and report again, seriously. How did the brat get hair removal cream?! Waa this just what she liked? Being kicked out like dirt.
'It certainly does fit the girl’ the old women thought thought absent-mindedly, this was the child's 8th report in a merely a year, it wouldn't be such a problem if it wasn't for her record and the severity of the reports(an actual coupe? How did she do just that in just a week??)
Looking at the paperwork gave her relief, Mrs Myers lifted the pan and signed, fresh black ink staining the white paper.
From now on, the little shit wasn't her migraine. She was officially ‘Banbans Garden’ problem.
Maybe this place could teach her to act normal.
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Sedatives?
Check.
Sanitised equipment, cell and operation room?
Check.
γένεσις prepared?
Check, with two litres in case.
Subject beta c-16?
It is set to be brought to the lab in a day.
Everything will be perfe-
"ALART, ALL STAFF PROCEED TO THE NEAREST SAFE ROOM AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, MULTIPLE SUBJECTS ESCAPE. MULTIPLE ON LEVEL 4A!”
Well. As long as everything happens on level 1, it'd be safe. After all, science will always continue forward.