She was the second. She was the prodigy. She was the replacement for the failed 001.
During the Massacre of Hawkins Lab, 002 took the chance to escape.
Years have passed and now 002, Marilyn Granner, lives a normal life in the bussing city of New Y...
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He was rampaging through the facility. She had always thought of him as childish and pathetic with his greater-than-thou mentality, but she never thought he would have turned this bloodthirsty. The young girl was still recovering from her recent experimentation. The needle holes still had bandages around them, and her vectors ached from overuse. They had kept her for close to ten hours without breaks. She was their prime weapon and their pure experiment. But now she had a chance to escape. She could leave for good. Creaking silently out of her room, the young girl began to run down the seemingly winding hallways. Blood coated the walls, and bodies littered the halls. Eventually, she met a door that led to the basement. Before she turned the handle, 002 heard a voice. It was a voice she was familiar with and never failed to grate against her nerves.
"Where do you think you are going?"
"What do you think? I'm leaving this prison, Asshole."
