Overview: Young y/n is taught how to swim.
Word count: 2,050
Warnings: angst, drowning, manipulation.
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"Are you ready, princess?"
Y/n was stood in her room, one foot propped up on her bed as she tried her hardest to buckle her shoe. Usually a female soldier would come in to dress her for the day, but the little girl insisted on dressing herself. The man in the suit had said yes, but only because y/n didn't really have much choice in what to wear. Her closet was full of the same outfit, just in different colours. So, y/n had picked her classic yellow dress, bow atop the head, and frilly socks.
"Almost!" She called out in an excited tone, that childhood innocence still sparkling in her eyes as she checked herself over in the mirror. A proud grin was painted across her face as she skipped toward the slightly-open door. Her hands gripped the metal door, nose scrunching as she used all of her strength to pull it open and reveal herself to the man waiting outside.
The man in the suit's face lit up at the sight of the little girl appearing out of her room, almost as if he was snapping back into character. He adored the proud look on her face, the sparkle in her eyes, and the way she skipped about. She was so oblivious. Just yesterday, the little girl had been taught to shoot somebody in the head, and now here she was, stood in front of him with the brightest grin.
It was all y/n knew. She trusted him.
"Oh wow, look at you! Dressed all by yourself like a big girl!" The man in the suit exclaimed, leaning forward to squeeze her cheeks with a gloved hand, causing the little girl to laugh and try to push him away. "Alright, alright. Come on, we have something special planned for today." He hummed, fixing his posture before he reached a hand out for her to take.
Y/n took the man in the suit's hand without a second thought, walking by his side down the cold hallways. "Like what?" She asked, wide eyes trying to look into every room they walked past. She was the only form of light in the entire facility. Everybody else wore dark colours, yet there she was, in a yellow puffy dress. Maybe it was because she was still oblivious to it all, or maybe it was just the man in the suit trying his hardest to make her the daughter he never had.
"Patience, princess." The man in the suit hummed, his fond smile seeming to falter at the sight of y/n trying to peek into all the rooms. He squeezed her hand in an attempt to regain her attention, letting out a scolding tut. "Eyes down. What did I tell you about nosiness, hm?"
"Worrying about other people will get you killed." Y/n recited in a monotone voice. It was obvious that it had been something the man in the suit had told her a lot. She tore her eyes away from the rooms, staring down at the ground so that she wouldn't get scolded again. Somehow the scolding didn't dampen her mood, though. The little girl skipped and hopped at the man in the suit's side, gripping tightly onto his hand.
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The room that they arrived in was eerie to say the least.
It was a large room completely lined with concrete. Fluorescent flickering lights hung from the ceiling, seeming to let off a low buzz that echoed throughout the room. Guards stood at every wall, a blank look on their faces as they stared forward. None of them looked at y/n. But that was normal for her. What wasn't normal was the thing in the centre of the room.
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The Mimic - One-Shots
FanfictionA one-shot book to be filled with snippets that weren't included in the original book! Maybe there are missions you want to see, or dynamics you want to see more of, it's all up to you! Non-canon interactions are also accepted if you'd like Mimic to...
