Plotting is HARD

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Wolfbrine

Time seemed to go slower in the lab. Endless days of 'experiments' and pain, then short nights of nightmare filled sleep. There was hardly a moment when we were unsupervised, and could plot our escape. In the depths of the dark nights, sometimes, we could talk freely. Tonight was one of those nights.

"Alright. Let's go over the plan one more time." I whisper, and the others nod. "Right. So. The next time I'm taken out if my cage, a make a resistance. While that commotion is going on, I make the keys fly into Poppy's cage. There she hides them." Midnight said softly. "Then, that night, I unlock our cages, and we break out!" Poppy said confidently. Honestly, it wasn't the best plan. But it was the only shred of hope we had to cling to.

~~~~time skip to that morning~~~~

"Wake up Freaks!" Kobuk yelled, banging his sword against the wall. We sat up, rubbing out eyes, and groaning. "Hmm. Who shall be our guest in the lab to day?" He pretended to be deciding, pointing at different cages.

"Eenie, meenie miney moe, choose a prisoner, make them hurt, never ever let them go, Eenie meenie miney YOU!" He pointed at Midnight with a cold glint in his eyes. Or shades. We never saw really his eyes. "Have her ready in ten." He strode out of the room, humming some sinister tune. I nodded to Midnight gravely. It was time.

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