Test subject - sbi adoption au

C'est la vie - 5

Trigger warnings - death, inner turmoil, blood description,  self harm,  gory details, censored swearing.

Y/n POV

I hadn't been the same from that day on.

They would make me fight. clean up my wounds . Then put me in the machine.

Draining any life that was in me.

Today they moved me to a different room. It was nicer but smaller.

It actually had a bed and a drawer and a bathroom next to it with a shower.

I layed down on my new bed and cried. I cried hard.

I hadn't been able to process my emotions for the last few days and all I could think was how I just ... killed people. Even worse kids. Kids my age or younger.

I guess it made it easier having a worn out kid then extracting whatever they needed from me if I wouldn't resist.

But I didn't know about the cameras in my room.

I just later there until I was taken out of my room.

Repeated the process each time I killed someone I would feel less and less.

Becoming desensitized each time I murdered someone.

I was a monster.

And I did it for years...

Timeskip to 3 years later.

I was now a teenager and I had only seen boo in the audience.

Sometimes I would see him fighting but he would always nearly lose. 

He didn't want to hurt anyone. Neither did I , I but I didn't have a choice, I was special to them or they would've let me die years ago.

Today I had already fought three people and I was onto another.

I hated this perpetual cyclical cycle .

Today it was my right my maximum for a day was four or else I would pass out.

The boy was peculiar.

He was much older than me but that didn't necessarily mean that he would win.

He was about ranboos age.

He had a muted rose colour for hair and wore an animal mask.

I didn't feel intimidated.

I don't feel anything.

He was called the hog, know by the blood God by many and he killed hundreds.

I had killed a few less than him but we were both ruthless.

I waited for the count down from the guard.

"Three, two , one ~ fight!"

I inspected how he had one foot forward ready to pounce and how his hand was already on his sword. 

Keeping in mind I moved to his opposite side circling him in the arena .

His dead expressionless eyes stared into mine.