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𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣:
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When I woke up, my eyes were just as blurry as my mind, where am I? What happened? Where are the others? I sat up, noticing the blanket that fell before me. I felt weak, injured, but I couldn't quite tell how. Everything ached. As I sat up I grabbed whatever was beside me to prop myself up.

The palm of my hand came into contact with a cold metal pole, a bed frame I realised after a few seconds. It took me some times to gather what had happened, I must have been tazed or shot by one of WCKDs guards. I ultimately decided that they wouldn't dare shoot me, with me being Ava's daughter and all.

I was lost in thought, considering all that had happened, so much so, that I forgot to consider what was happening. Where am I? What's gonna happen to me? I looked around from where I was propped up, I took in the details of the room, it felt surreal.

It felt like something I had seen on TV before, I know I had seen it but I don't feel like I was hear. I thought and thought as hard as I could. I took in the plain white walls and the plain white bedding, the matching plain white furniture. The room did not have much color, something I detested silently.

Under normal circumstances, in any other circumstances, in a less insane-asylum like place, I wouldn't have noticed it. But with help from the bitter lack of color in the room something caught my eye. A small, small thing. A childish hair clip. It sat shyly on the floor, I got off the bed to pick it up, examining.

It was purple and made of plastic, I planned to take in further details from the clip before I heard footsteps. They were familiar, heels clicking against floor. Before I had the chance to react to the noise, I realised what I was holding- a butterfly clip. One of the same ones I had put in Gally's hair all those years ago.

It was then that I was returned to my full consciousness and everything came back to me. I was in my room- my old room anyway. I recognised everything, the furniture, the clean chemical-like smell, the sound of heels hitting the floor. It was then that I realised what that sound meant.

Upon instinct, I shuffled under the bed and attempted to pry the vent off the wall, only to find it had been bolted on, which I suppose made sense in response to my former-selves antics. I was still holding the clip, so I went to attach it to my belt loop on my pants, only to realise I wasn't wearing what I was suppose to be.

I had been changed into new clothes- different clothes, I didn't like it. Someone had changed me? While I was unconscious? I felt sick to my stomach, I could have thrown up. I remained under the bed until the sound of heels subdued outside the door of my room.

The door inched open, I waited under the bed, near choking from the dust. It's crazy how a place can smell so clean yet still be unclean.

It's crazy what your brain can piece together when in desperate situations; for example, being able to recognise ankles. I could recognise Ava's, clear as day, she stood before me. There was somebody else with her- however there ankles didn't exactly set of the same distinction in my head. Damn.

"A14, we've been here before. Get out from under there." It was Ava. I suppose I'm hardly surprised, where else could I have gone- and where else is there to go now? I got out from under the bed, snarling her as soon as my head was high enough.

"Hello A14." Oh shut up. A14? Just call me Y/n, geez. She's the one who named me it. She stood, towering over me awaiting my response. I scoffed at her. "Y/n I'm not here to argue or for any other purpose to tell you that you will be kept here for more observation and experiments." Oh. Great.

"I'm thrilled, truly, thrilled." "I won't tolerate your sarcasm, A14. I Don't have to be nice. I could have you kept in a cage, god knows why I don't, it would be much less effort. This is Stan, he will tell you everything you need to know, he'll look after you. Goodbye." And on that, she left. Leaving me alone with 'Stan'.

I had barely glanced at the boy before, but now he was the only one in the room so I sort of had to pay him attention. He was quite tall, about 5'11. He had blonde hair, neat and in a 'ready-for-work' sort of style. His outfit was no different. He wore a suit, smart but not too formal. He also had a lanyard 'new helper' printed in white on the red fabric.

He looked nervous, his face was pink-ish and he was sweating profusely. "Well? Hello?" He didn't answer for a short while, he stood with his hands joined behind his back, until he realised I had spoke. "Oh! Of course, I'm sorry Miss. My name is Stan- you already know that..."

He reached his hand out as though to shake mine but before it reached a full extend he retreated awkwardly. "Okay, Stan, lots of questions I'm afraid. You might wanna sit down." I then sat on my bed and gestured for him to sit next to me. I didn't fear Stan, he looked even more uncomfortable than me.

I will always feel bad for anybody who has to work for my mother anyways. She somehow manages to drain the life out of everyone and everything, even flowerss slowly shrivel up if she is to walks by.
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A/N: Guys I added Stan to the character introduction