The Tested (Cryoatic/PewDieCry Story)

Chapter Four~Moonokami

"Ryan?" Dr.Simon asked, peering into the silent dorm. Ryan lifted his head, turning it to the doctor, the mask still flouting in front of his face.

"Is it time to go?" he questioned with a saddened and tired voice. Simon walked over to him, pausing at the mask. Other then a slight glimpse of his mouth, the mask completely counseled his face. Ryan looked down, realizing the doctor was starring.

"Can you... see me?" Simon asked with caution. Ryan simply shook his head. Though there were no eye holes to provied vision, he could see fine. It was like the mask was transparent on one side and solid on the other. With a sigh, Simon proceeded to help Ryan off the floor.

"I'm sorry, Ryan. It is time to go, but before we do, I need to make sure you know some things." The doctor sighed.

"You are going to the isolation dorms." Ryan's face quickly changed from the tormented little boy he was to a little boy who just saw their dog died on the street.

"W-wh-what?" He began backing away from Simon. Crouching, trying to be on Ryan's level, he try to comfort him.

"I-I'm sorry Ryan. We don't know what you are capable of-"

"So you want to lock me up like some wild animal?!"

Both of them stopped, creating a lingering silence. Ryan felt hurt, but ashamed. He once again yelled at the man who practically raised him, took care of him for as long as he could remember. But why would he want to lock him away?

"I can't let you hurt yourself or any of the other Subjects here. Cryaotic is to unpredictable. I'm sorry." With a deep breath in, Simon stood up. Ryan didn't know what to do. As a crystal tear slid down his cheek, he began to sob uncontrolably. His hands balled up in fists as the feelings of hate, saddness and betral ran though him.

Suddenly, Ryan's mask began to glow lighting up the dorm with a white light.

"No..." Simon eyes widen.

"Ryan, please. Calm down." The doctor pleaded. Ryan looked up at the doctor, make him cover his eyes.

"You going to be safe. I will keep you safe. Just, calm yourself." Ryan fell to his knees as the mask's blinding light dimmed. Simon whipped his hand over his face, ending at his chin. Reaching down in his pocket, he pulled out what seemed to be a walkie-talkie.

"Nurse compound, It's Doc. Over." he spoke into the device, Ryan's shining tears still streaming down his cheeks.

"Yes we read you. Over." A high, feminine voice replied.

"Yes, Mrs.Pratt. Send Ms.Bell down to Ryan's dorm, and and have Nova down to assist me with packaging. Over and out." with a click of a button, Simon put the device back in his pocket, and directed his attention back to Ryan.

"Ms.Bell is going to escort you to the isolation dorms. I will be here, packing your stuff. Any chance you want to give me a hand and neaten up the place; maybe get a few things organized and piled?" Simon gave a weak smile, hoping that met up Ryan's spirits.

Ryan's crying slowed as a voice came to his head.

"Quit moping on the floor and help!" The voice hollered. "I don't want to be known as the guy in the head of the boy with sticky buns." Ryan smiled and chuckled, making Simon look confused.

Ryan ran over to his bed and began pulling out all of his craft materials from underneath and began stacking. Simon looked over and smiled sadly. He hoped isolation wouldn't change the little boy Ryan was.

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A knocking came to the vault door, startling Ryan, making him drop a box of pens and pencils. The door swung open. A young woman walked in. After a few seconds of staring at her, Ryan noticed that his mind had made a complete layout of her features.