One (A SPM AU BASED ON LN2)

The Lab: Part 2

One froze, his hands on the unopened vent, not sure what to do. He said that he felt uneasy. Not scared quite yet, but uncomfortable.

"Oi, Wat, 're ye doin'?" The bully repeated in a heavy Scottish accent, towering over poor One. One said he silently turned around and gasped upon seeing the kid's massive size. 

He had forgotten that children here were shipped in from all over the worlds. The bully had a number of 36 on his nametag. When I later asked One about him, he said that this particular child was most likely shipped in from a military base. He was just a few years younger than One, being around ten years old. One said that he was sent here to have muscle and mass-building serums tested on him to help further his strength for when he would be sent back to the military base he came from, hense his abnormally large size. It was sad, using children as guinea pigs like that, but One didn't have time to feel bad for him at the moment. He had to figure a way out.

"Me?" One questioned in response in a calm, cool and collected tone. "Oh, I'm just cleaning the vent. Ah ha ha... nothing to see here. You can just go back to what you were doing..."

The bully just laughed in response, eyeing his name tag. "A 91, eh?" The bully asked in a sinister tone. "Weaklin'. I could beat ye' with te blink of en eye."

"I don't doubt that," One admitted, still sounding incredibly calm. He held his index finger out in front of himself as if he was making a point. "But you don't have to. I mean no trouble. I'm just looking for my friend."

"Fren? There's ain't no frens 'ere," The bully laughed. He continued laughing for a moment, so One thought maybe he could just walk away unnoticed. Unfortunately, that didn't work. The second One moved, the bully clenched his fists and shouted "'EY!" Making One jump in the slightest and freeze.

One nervously began to shiver as he backed up to the wall, holding his hands out of him as the bully approached closer. One was fully aware that this guy could very easily snap his bones. It wouldn't take much strength to end him right then and there.

"Okay, let's just calm down. No need to do anything drastic" One whispered, seeming almost afraid, but not quite. He still managed to somehow keep a steady voice. I know that if I had been in his position, I would have already broken down into tears.

"Why shudn't I?" The bully asked in a cruel tone. "Why shudn't I snap yer neck?"

"Well, I promised him I'd protect him, and it's gonna be a lot harder to do that if I'm dead." One explained, looking up at the bully and holding eye contact.

That was when the bully paused, raising an eyebrow and taking a look at One's outstretched arm.

Or more specifically, his wrist.

"Well, wat do we 'ave 'ere?" The bully muttered, slowly smiling bigger. 

The 9 carved on One's wrist had already started to heal fade, obviously being fake. Then, the bully snatched One up by that wrist, causing the boy to yelp in pain as the bully held up for all the other children to see as if he were presenting a trophy.

"OI! I GOTS ME A ONE 'ERE!" The bully exclaimed, causing One to open his eyes and look out at all the kids staring at him.

The whole lab seemed to go silent, everyone turning their attention towards him. 

One desperately missed his paper bag. He had to work much harder to hide his fear without it.

"....RIP ITS INSIDES OUT!" A child shouted, leading to a bunch of kids yelling disturbing things which they wanted to be done to One.

"TEAR IT LIMB FROM LIMB!"

"DESTROY IT! DESTROY THAT MONSTER!"

"SNAP IT'S NECK!!"