So in this oneshot we see little clips and stuff about Eleven and Brenner. Eleven doesn't know that Brenner is bad and she just wants him to be proud of her. It's why she's so loyal. You know that feeling, don't you? Wanting to be loved, adored. It's what she feels. Also enjoy bc it might suck! :D
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August 13th, 1979.
"You've done great work, Eleven." He told me.
I didn't understand, I only crushed a can. But he was proud of me, and I liked that feeling.
"Who's my mama?" I asked. He frowned. I instantly regretted what I asked. I didn't want him mad at me. I clutched my lion tighter and I curled into a ball, my eyes not leaving his.
"Your mama was a very bad person. She tried to take you away from me." He shook his head. I looked down, I didn't like my mama. "She pointed a gun at you, Eleven." He continued. My eyes widened, I have seen what a gun could do. "She would have killed you." He stopped.
I didn't want that, I didn't want to die. I wanted to hug my papa, I wanted him to know I would protect him. But I didn't.
"Your mama was very bad. Now, get some rest. We'll be testing tomorrow." Papa smiled at me. I smiled too, I was excited. I was going to make him proud. I will make him proud.
August 14th, 1979.
I woke. I don't remember why, but I did. I didn't have dreams.
I shuffled my feet and turned over. My blanket was missing, as it had for the last three years. I remember being at that room. There was this girl, she had pretty black braids.
I don't remember where she went. I think her name was-
"Eleven. Come with me." Gerald said.
I knew everyone at my home. My home was very big, and very spread out. I was very proud to live in a home like this. There was Gerald, who had no hair, was very tall, and he would carry me back to my room when I was drained. And also Kelly. Thomas, Phil, Janet, Molly, Peter, and I think Carl. Of course, there were a lot more, but they were the most important. I saw hem everyday. They don't smile at me.
Kelly checks up on me, every day. I head to her room first.
"How do you feel?" She asks me. She always leans out to me, and rests her legs on her tip toes.
"I feel normal." I reply, she nods and checks the paper.
"Do you feel light-headed, sick, nauseated, or tired?" She asks me.
"Not at all." I reply, both of us giving straight faces. She nods and checks the paper.
"Have you felt any feelings toward other subjects?" She asks, raising her eyebrows before sinking them back down.
"Well, there is this blonde boy." I say.
She raises her eyebrows, and then furrows them. She writes very quickly on her board.
"Have you wanted to do anything to Nine?" She asks, no longer giving a straight face.
"I've wanted to hug him before, or have him hug me." I smile, and then pull a straight face.
She shakes her head and writes down some more. "Have you been feeling sad, depressed, or wanting to harm yourself?" She asks.
"No." I say.
