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Death to them all.

Sup! This is a Whitty x Reader (Platonic!)!!
Some context to what you are being put through-
You and Whitty were both into the containment secured by Gabriel Updike. Both of you seen as cryptids. Monsters. Horrible things. Even if it was wrong.
Whitty goes by the experiment name X-1381-2 Here. But you will just call him X2. Whitty will call you Z because of your experiment name being 3178-Z.
Wanna make things seem more real, without talking ofc, listen to this audio as you read!
https://youtu.be/_Z99GtkjdKc
This is all you need to know! Let the story BEGIN!

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"The Greater Good". The cult that created you. That made you. What was seen as your parents. With doctors and nurses, scientists and the cruel, torture and pain. You couldn't help but think this was for the worst of the world. Curling up into a ball as looked at the concrete floors of your cell. You regonized each and every one of the cracks. Faint or not as faint, you counted each and every one of them. Knew the cells cracked floors by heart now. Concerning to anyone, anyone normal at least. Hell. Anyone with a brain would know if youve been in an area to know every nook and cranny of it, and you didnt live here. It was most likely something to be concerned of. You felt the belt of the straitjacket wrapped around your stomach tighten as you leaned forward. Most people wouldve just laid flat onto the floor to relieve themselves from the pain. But however, considering you've been here for years. You felt your stomach fold against the belt. You sighed. Your emotions were stabbing into you as you knew. You werent alone when it came to other patients. One of them besides you was Patient X-1381-2 (Whitty). You fixed your posture a little as you called out to the bomb

"Hey X2."

Your voice called among the quiet hallways. Echos traveled throughout it.

"Z.. whats up?"

"Ever feel like..theres another place than- this? That we've just been lied to by everyone? I just...I dunno. I was just thinking and. I just. This doesnt feel like home. Yknow?"

"I mean no shit. These.. People were supposed to submit to or something is the people injecting us with things we dont need.. I mean. I'm. Weird. Freaky they told me. And I heard some stuff from about me being transformed into the worlds weapon"

"A..weapon huh? What even is one? They said you arent allowed to bring one in here so."

"Something to hurt us I think. But then..why do they have those needles?"

'The pointy things..they. hurt a lot. Why do they have them? Why do they have those scalpels too?"

"A what?"

"A sharp thingy, X2. It kinda like. Its what they- uh... blue thingy at the back? Uh... Big hurt"

"Oh. That thing they used when they put my brain into my chest?"

"Thats what they used to take it out yea. Um.. What about what were wearing? Straitjackets I think they called em"

"I mean... I remember when I was first created and they put me in one, I wouldnt stop leaking gas onto some of the belts. Almost died from it so most definetly"

You looked down even further realizing how awful it was here. You were frightened you were raised to be just as awful, as a rulebreaker and a scum to the earth.

"This is weird..I didn't even realize how wrong this was"

"You're right Z. This is. Wrong. Maybe even.. Illegal. I mean. Physical violence to anything living is wrong. Right? So this should be. Illegal"

"We gotta get- Wait. X2- Hush-! Theyre gonna..theyre gonna hurt us!! They might stitch our mouths shut if they catch us talking!"

You whisper shouted as you shut up. Visible fear into your eyes as you heard the footsteps. Your body froze as you scooted backwards knowing if they heard even a second of either of your voices, you were bound to be doomed. Feeling your hands fumbling underneath the straitjacket of that pure unhealthy nervousness that stabbed you into the gut. Hearing those footsteps echoing. You thought "Who, and why now?! In the middle of our important conversation?! Seriously?!" You were frantic, praying into your mind this wasnt one of the scientists to experiment on either of you two again. Now that youve unraveled the truth sucessfully. You looked to see the long white pants of someone. It wasnt a patient. It wasnt one of the experiments left to die. It was the big man himself. Gabriel Updike. You could tell just by the fancy shoes, the gloomy mixed with a concerning atmosphere and the silence. Youre aware of his presence but you refused to speak as he let out an "Ahem." Causing your head to shakily look up at the cloud. Your vision began to get cloudy with fear, eyes beginning to form into a river as knew you were in trouble. But had to hold it in as didnt want to risk being put down.