He was a child with a blank face. Quiet, unassuming at times. That was why they had chosen him as the neutral, the control of the experiment.
When they had collected him, he had been sitting at school, blank eyes trained on a blank board, hand moving to write words that didn't have any meaning. The teacher droned on, and he seemed to be soaking in every word that they spoke, whether it was the truth or not. When he was asked to leave, he did so without any objection, not even the slightest drift of curiousness on his small and innocent face.
When they performed the experiments, he looked on. The children were scared, but he seemed calm. Accepting that this was it. He would never struggle, would never try to run. He did the most passive actions and was almost useless in the experiment. They could tell he was to be a face in the crowd, nothing special at all.
They didn't expect much from him.
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RandomWe write on little pieces of paper to save who we are. A/N: I have no intention of ever finishing this or even making it understandable. This is my playground of sorts.
