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~Beginning of it all~

  I heard the sounds of shoes clicking, walking towards my cell. I had to get the blood off of me before they see me standing next to the lifeless form of my cellmate. 

 I tip-toed over to the 'bed' i slept on and removed the pillowcase from the pillow i was given. I hurriedly rubbed the pillow on my arms, trying to get the fresh crimson blood off before they see me and put me under more testing for my newly discovered 'murder reflex'.

 The sound of shoes clicking got louder and louder. 

   Suddenly, it all stopped                                                                                                                                                       No more shoes clicking,

No more echoes.

 "P-4?" questioned a voice coolly yet angrily. "What happened?" the voice questioned, one I knew since forever. 

 "I..Uhh..." I tried explaining, but my voice trailed off, unable to explain the murder.

 The voice simply sighed, annoyed and angry at what happened.

 "Come along, P-4," commanded the voice, leading me to one of the lab rooms. He sat me down at a chair and dragged one over for himself. I cringed at the squeaky sound it made as he dragged it infront of me. 

 "Explain what happened P-4," commanded the sharp voice. "I.. I don't know Dr. Reynold..." I mumbled quietly. Dr. Reynold nodded his head deep in thought. "I guess it was a reflex or somethin'.." I added quietly. "But what did O-3 do that made you use a -killing- reflex to react?" Dr. Gaster questioned, knowing that O-3 probably did nothing and that I was simply becoming psychopathic.

"Alright, here's  a wet towel. Clean off the blood and change into a new testing coat," Dr. Gaster commanded as he handed me a new testing coat and the wet towel.

"We will go through some testing tomorrow, so get some sleep," muttered Dr. Reynold as he led me to a different cell that didn't contain O-3's dead body. 

 As I curled up on the new cot, I wondered if I would ever see the beautiful outside.