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The small child inside the enclosure didn't move an inch as Cyanide entered it. It hugged it's knees, hiding away in the corner. It's long black hair curled and made a mess around it's feet, and it was difficult to see the small creature at night due to it's pitch black skin. Although there was one feature that stood out; 7 blank white eyes. A row above his normal ones, a row underneath his normal ones, and a bigger one, turned on it's side on the creatures forehead. Cyanide noted that the creature hadn't moved an inch on his notes. He tossed the small creature something to eat. The creature cocked it's head to the side in curiosity, looking up at Cyanide, though Cyanide remained expressionless. "Your dinner." The creature nodded. It reached a clawed hand out, grabbing the meat that was thrown on the floor Infront of it and nibbling on it. Cyanide nodding to himself, noting down the creatures lack of appetite. "Othello expects you to talk soon." Cyanide glanced up at the creature. "You wouldn't defy an order would you?"

The creature glared at Cyanide, squeezing his mouth shut tighter. Cyanide just sighed, writing it down in his notes. "You'll have to speak someday. A vessel is of no use if it can't speak." The creature just glared. It scooted itself back further into the dark corner, it's blank white eyes staring down Cyanide. If looks could kill, Cyanide would be long gone. "03, we expect you to cooperate. You are a Nocturne, and Nocturnes are loyal." Cyanide narrowed his eyes slightly, but sighed. "If you won't cooperate, I can't do much. It isn't my place to punish you." He turned away, putting in his passcode to open the door to leave. "Though I suggest you make a decision before Othello hears of this."

The creature watched as Cyanide left. It opened it's mouth in attempt to speak. All that came out were sputters and crackles, before it coughed. "I..i-" it managed to say before coughing more, and finally giving up. It laid down on the cold floor of it's enclosure, deciding it was best to sleep for now. Tomorrow was a new day, it could always try again then.

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