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ᴡʜᴇɴ eleven/jane's twin sister joins her in escaping the lab and joining the dnd party
➤ stranger things x fem!nezuko!reader
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BLOOD.
blood everywhere.
your head and chest were throbbing in pain, your stomach grumbling terribly.
drool drips from your green bamboo muzzle onto the tiled floors.
a strained hum leaves your lips as you slowly sit up, you look down at your legs. they were covered in blood and small wounds were slowly healing.
your head hurt and you felt as though you were forgetting something.
"hmm.. mmm..."
papa.. eleven...
you slowly stand up, looking around the room.
scattered around were the other children kept in the facility, other kids with special powers. they were unmoving and bloody. your stomach grumbles again.
you were like them, kept in the facility, but you were different.
your powers didn't involve your mind. you couldn't move things with your mind, or see things with closed eyes.
you were a special case, something never yet seen before.
you hum sadly, stroking one of the other kid's hair.
you were only five, you shouldn't have to see this stuff.
your hospital gown dragging behind you, you slowly walk through the corridors. the lights were flickering and broken, dead bodies behind every corner.
you clench your fists, restraining yourself as to not go rabid and eat every last body in the facility.
you gulp, eyebrows creased.
papa.. eleven..
"what did you do!"
your eyes shine,
papa!
you hurry over to the room where you heard his voice, only to pause.
eleven was standing at the back of the room, her eyes, ears and nose bleeding. you hum worriedly, grabbing brenner's pant leg with your small hand.
he didn't seem to notice you, blinded by rage at eleven.
after that moment, everything changed.
papa became more strict, rough, uncaring.
you were to young to understand what had happened. what eleven had supposedly done. you don't think even she understood.
though as time passed, you felt that memory leave your head.
but you didn't like papa anymore, he made the bad people do things that hurt you. that made you angry. you hurt them back.
your 'training' procedures were different than eleven's and the other kids, they focused on your general strength, not your mind.
you were often tasked with destroying things, wood logs, metal poles.
each time successfully destroying it with a few punches or scratches from your abnormally sharp nails.
they would write things about you, about your eyes. how they changed when you were angry. regular [eye colour] pupils going slitted, they also noted how your teeth were very sharp even when you weren't angry, the same with your nails.
you didn't like the tests, they made you sad.
you didn't like when they tested eleven, either. it didn't sound nice. and eleven didn't like it, so you didn't like it.
something else abnormal with you, was that you didn't eat. not once did you ever eat anything, and you were perfectly fine.
you were probably the most abnormal one in the whole facility, everything about you was different than the others.
your childish ways, despite being the same age as most of them, who didn't act anything like that.
but the thing they were most interested in, was your taste for blood.
any sight of blood would make you animalistically drool. it made your stomach hurt, it made you hungry. you wanted to drink the blood, but you knew it was wrong. so you tried your hardest to hold yourself back.
it made all the lab workers confused with you. what were you?
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