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【13】

Matt's condition soon grew worse. He started shaking violently and twitching. He laughed to himself. Having occasional mood swings and random emotions. Sometimes, the scientists would give him random drugs. They tested on the people around him of course. They seemed to have a particular intrest in him. Was it his face? The way he walked, the way he talked? Or perhaps, they've just never seen a ginger. Matt noticed the scientists noting his behaviour. He didn't like that. Most of the time, he would yell at them, demanding them to stop. They shocked him. That was all Matt could see. Flashing lights. That stupid collar. He felt like a dog. Maybe he was a dog. That would sure be fun. Some days, Matt saw himself as an animal. All locked up and on display. Some days, he saw himself as a freak. He hated himself and everything to do with himself. The voices got louder and louder. He didn't mind though. He liked the voices. He even named them. But then he forgot their names. He ended up having to give them new names every single day. Speaking of every single day, if felt like more doctors were showing up with the scientists. They observed his head, staring at his face and forehead. They chatted amongst themselves in Norwegian most of the time. Matt was curious. He wanted to know what they were doing. The voices told him to. Matt walked up to the glass window of his holding cell. He tapped on it. "Hello!" he exclaimed, trying to receive the doctors' attention, "What 'cha talking about?" One of the doctors rolled his eyes. Matt chuckled. He thought it was funny. How many eyerolls he's received. He smiled. The voices were arguing. He hated it when they argued. He started pounding his head with his wrist. "Stop it!" he exclaimed. That seemed to get the scientist's attention as he turned toward the glass. Matt continued to hit his head. Suddenly, they went silent. Matt smiled to himself. Finally.

Tom hummed something to himself as he walked down to Tord's office. He carried a stack of papers in his hands. Upon entering, he noticed there was something off about the Red Leader. Curious to what he was doing, Tom walked closer. "Red Leader?" he called. Tord looked up from his desk. "Thomas!" he exclaimed, "What is it?" Tom set the stack of papers down on Tord's desk. It was hen that he noticed what Tord was looking at. It was a picture. Of him? And Edd, Matt, and..Tord? He blinked. Tord quickly swiped the photo away, shoving it into his desk drawer. "Is that me?" Tom asked, pointing to the drawer. "No." Tord lied. Tom huffed. "He looks like me. And like Edd and like the ginger and like you." he said. Tord paused. He then shook his head. "That is not official buisness Tamara. Forget about it." he sighed. Tom nodded. "Y-Yes, of course. I'm sorry Red Leader sir." he apologized. Tord rubbed his temple. That sure was close. He needed something to distract Tom with. "Go ahead and tend to the soldiers at SR3." he ordered, "Track the worst ones and make a list for me." Tom nodded. "Yes sir Red Leader sir." he replied. He then kissed Tord on the forehead. Tord sighed. "Official buisness Thomas." he groaned. Tom blinked. He then turned away. "R-Right.." he muttered. He walked over to the door. "I-I'm sorry, Red Leader sir." he apologized before leaving. Tord sighed again and opened his drawer. He stared at the photograph once again. His eye landing on Tom.
As Tom made his way through the base, curiosity killed the cat as he looked toward the lab with a sudden interest in a certain ginger. He into the lab, skimming the experiments taking place. When he reached Matt's holding cell he stared at the skinny, pale, and freckled figure. He seemed to be in his natural position. Curled up in a ball and rocking back in fourth. He seemed to be mumbling incoherent words to himself. Tom hummed. They should've put him down ages ago. He was already insane. Then, as if out of nowhere, Matt started singing. Loudly. Tom paused. He's heard that song before. What was it again? As Matt continued singing, Tom started thinking to himself. His thoughts were interrupted however, when a scientist came over and banged on the glass. Matt stopped immidiently. He turned to Tom once the scientist was gone. He growled. Shaking his middle finger in he air and shouting and cursing at him. Tom hummed. It wasn't like he could do anything about it. Besides, what harm could he even bring? He was the one behind glass. He was the psycho. Tom walked away from Matt's cell and out of the lab, returning to Tord's orders.