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subject_1The first thing Subject One thinks: is this a test.
Because it's new, and anything new turns out to be some kind of test, even if it hadn't started out as one. The scientist always manages to twist any situation into something he could 'gather data' from.
Except even the worst tests, the worst days started with him clinging to his brother (or the reverse) and so the thought of another test is discarded in place of coldness crawling up his spine.
where am i where is he where is he where is my brother?
The outside light is blinding enough he sticks to the shadows, empty halls echo his own rattling footsteps back to him, terror increases as it hits home he isn't anywhere he's ever been, he isn't even underground and that doesn't make any sense. Not like this. It can't. Looking forward with his bro holding his hand showed freedom, but what did it matter if they weren't together--no, that isn't right, if Subject Two wasn't in that hellhole being apart would hurt so much, but it would be worth it.
It still isn't the freedom he was looking for. He doesn't know how he got here, who put him in this place with too much light and floors and walls that aren't cold metal, and so he doesn't know if his brother is here or still trapped.
Running and calling in the silent halls makes too much noise, and he doesn't want to attract the attention of whoever brought him here (if he isn't being watched already), so he's as quiet as he can make himself as he begins the search.
Because it's new, and anything new turns out to be some kind of test, even if it hadn't started out as one. The scientist always manages to twist any situation into something he could 'gather data' from.
Except even the worst tests, the worst days started with him clinging to his brother (or the reverse) and so the thought of another test is discarded in place of coldness crawling up his spine.
where am i where is he where is he where is my brother?
The outside light is blinding enough he sticks to the shadows, empty halls echo his own rattling footsteps back to him, terror increases as it hits home he isn't anywhere he's ever been, he isn't even underground and that doesn't make any sense. Not like this. It can't. Looking forward with his bro holding his hand showed freedom, but what did it matter if they weren't together--no, that isn't right, if Subject Two wasn't in that hellhole being apart would hurt so much, but it would be worth it.
It still isn't the freedom he was looking for. He doesn't know how he got here, who put him in this place with too much light and floors and walls that aren't cold metal, and so he doesn't know if his brother is here or still trapped.
Running and calling in the silent halls makes too much noise, and he doesn't want to attract the attention of whoever brought him here (if he isn't being watched already), so he's as quiet as he can make himself as he begins the search.