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Characters are owned by me.

Depressed_Night (Belongs to me)
Narrow_Night (Belongs to me)
Utopian_Night (Belongs to me)
Lethal_Night (Belongs to me)

All characters are able to be used in your stories, but please make sure to check with me before adding them. They are a big part of my stories I make, along side with others. Please use them the way I want them to be used, and we won't have a problem.
You may see references from movies or games, so be warned. 

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Closing and re-opening my eyes. That's all I could do right now. Just open and close them. My body feels... paralysed. Where am I? Who am I? Why can't I move? What... What am I? 

"It seems Subject #0264 has responded in morse-code." Morse code? What is that? Who are they? 

"Don't worry, [OPERATIVE] Depressed_Night, you'll be able to go to your friends soon." Friend's? What are friends? Who are Friends? 

"I know you may not understand my certain language, but please do be useful and understand it." I understand clearly. 

Trying to move, of course I couldn't. Who knew.

The ragged clothes that clamped to my sickening and rotting body didn't feel comfortable. Let me be free, where can I be free? 
Trying to lift myself up, the muscles and joints within my body didn't move an inch, but something like an electric shock pursed through my body. I was able to move once again. Pushing forward, my body execrated to my commands and did so, ever so pleasing.

"You may now exit the room, [OPERATIVE] Depressed_Night." Operative? What is that? What is... Operative?

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"So...?" Turning to face my cousin, Narrow, he shifted a small smile on his ripped off face. He didn't have a head, only half of it, so I never got to see his eyes. We only woke up a while ago, so I don't know who he is really... all I knew from the speaker up in the corner he was my brother.

"Well, I guess we wait for the others." I replied to him as he turned to face the wall. His torn jersey along-side a button-up shirt underneath that was coated with moss, blood, dirt, and other substances dashed and dyed itself in the cloth. His pants were seemingly ripped to shreds, but still was intact with multiple belts and bits of black tape. He didn't wear any shoes, but his feet were covered by another source of soft cloth, called a sock.

Before I could speak or question my cousin, the sound of a door opened. Yelling came from it, including gun shots and electrocuting sounds. Screaming of a familiar female voice came from the hallway of the door that opened, causing us to back away in fright. 

Jumping to the side as a feminine body falls to the ground, her short bob-haircut that had it's bangs tied to the back by a clip-on that had small black-dipped bird feathers designed on it. Most of them were broken or burnt.
She wore a cape with a high collar, but it was ripped from both of the tips of collar, as well as the very long sleeves that tugged at her wrists. Wearing a white shirt along-side of a silk neckerchief that covered her neck, she wore ripped and black trousers that were ever so dirty. Accompanied with shoe wear, she had medium high-heeled boots that were black with bits of her mint-blue that seemed to be scrubbed and polished with black ink and baked. 
She didn't look well. Both her eyes missing from it's sockets, and her cheek-skin was already peeling. She looked utterly sick, like she's been in the facility for days.
Though she didn't have much of her opposed clothing, her neckerchief revealed a large but hidden collar with needles sticking into the girls throat. It looked painful as hell.

She didn't move or shift, she stayed laying on the ground. Taking up the courage, I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her away from the door before it slammed close. She was heavy for a female though, but it didn't stop me. I dragged her into the lightest corner, near the table and bench we were given along side some windows that we could not at all see in.

"Who is she?" Narrow asked, confused. Looking up at him as I placed her down, her head fell forwards as she slowly fell to the side, before all her weight made her do so. Watching slowly, I quickly picked her body up and leaned her properly on the wall, putting the bench beside her so she wouldn't fall over. She leaned on her shoulder as I watched before walking toward's Narrow to sit next to him. 

"I don't know, but all I know is that she is like us.... maybe?" Narrow nodded as I spoke. We sat there, staring at the girl in the corner. The smile that was on Narrow's face before had already disappeared. 

My questions have also disappeared.

Why..

Emotionlessly closing my eyes, I felt nothing but sadness.
Why won't anyone answer my questions...? My eyes feel so heavy, as well as everything else.

"Subject #0264, your name is Depressed_Night. You will and always will be an Operative." 

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