Part 3
Just when it felt like we had a rhythm going, things took an unexpected turn. One of the kids, a little whirlwind named Max, decided the juice boxes were better suited for a game of "catch." Before I could intervene, sticky juice splattered across the room. Lyn burst into laughter, while Ave calmly grabbed paper towels, his expression never breaking.
"Nice reflexes, Mito!" Lyn called, as I dodged another flying juice box.
I groaned, wiping the splash off my face. "If Murkoff wanted to test our patience, they're succeeding."
Ave, ever the quiet one, gave me a sympathetic look while mopping up the mess. Meanwhile, Zz had somehow managed to avoid the chaos, curling up in a corner for another quick nap. I almost envied him.
But as the afternoon wore on, I couldn't help but notice something unsettling. The way the wristbands occasionally beeped, as if they were logging data. The subtle but constant hum of surveillance cameras tucked in the corners. Was this really just a test of our childcare skills, or was Murkoff observing something far more sinister?
Shaking off the unease, I focused on keeping the kids entertained. The last thing we needed was another round of flying juice boxes. Lyn started a game of musical chairs, Ave made sure no one got hurt, and I found myself hoping that, somehow, we'd make it through this trial without losing our sanity-or our sense of humor.
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HorrorMitochondria, a quiet subject at Murkoff Hospital, is assigned to care for a 17-year-old girl named Alicia as part of a strict program. Along with fellow subjects Ave, Zz, Sera, and Lyn, Mitochondria wears an orange jumpsuit and a tamper-proof track...
