Fel's Questionnaire

"Why are you asking that? Your voices hurt, pleas.... AHHHHH!"

Fel clutches his head with pain, as the voices in his head reprimand them for asking to stop yet again

Tears leak out of Fel's eyes. Black tears that fall and stain the floor. The floor has long been stained near completely black. The walls are white. Padded. Blank. A bed in a corner. Died black near the pillow, and mid point of the bed, with some bits of white still on the blankets.


"HERE! I LIVE HERE! I DON'T KNOW WHERE THAT IS!"


Fel curls up wrapping his flexible arms around his head several times. If he understood much about what a mommy was outside of vague memories of something soft holding hi, he would cry for her.

But Fel is alone, with no one to love him, and just guards and scientists to keep he company. The only life he knows.

"What's money?"

Fel flinches as the voices talk more to them. Explaining. 

"I .... If I'm good. When the men come and stab me with the needles. When they ask me to do tests. If I behave. If I keep you from making me do anything."

Fel flinches again. Lets out a scream. He grabs his bed and slam it into the wall, easily lifting and smashing it.

Pipes in the top of the room flip down. Not dispersing gas yet. But ready too.

Fel drops the bed and cowers. Black tears leak out again.

"Sometimes they give me good food. I had a strawberry once. It was ... so sweet."


It took 4 days for Fels bed to be replaced.

Fel shivers. It is his monthly shower. 

He was good in the tests. He didn't hurt anyone when they took his blood.

The water was cold but is washes away the residue left by his sweat and tears. The best luxury he has had. 

He hasn't got any more sweets. Still paying for destroying the bed.

The voices come. He tenses.

He looks at the guards watching him. They watch. Of course they watch. He is a monster.

He mumbles. Hoping the water against the floor will cover the sound.

"I hate it here. I hate you. I just want to be out. I want others to be out. I would."

"HEY"

Fel starts flinching from the noise.

"If you talk again, we'll assume you are talking to the voices. We'll have to tell Doctor Delta."

Fel finishes the rest of his shower in silence.

CW: Emotional abuse of children

He is warm. He is safe. His skin pressed against something warm... someone else. Blonde hair. Who was that ?

Then the warm is replaced by cold. He squirms. It's cold, and too much noise. The noise grows louder. Where is the warm? He wants the warm again.

Then there is warm. Hot, sticky wet and warm. Then the whispers start. And. They. HURT. 


Fel wakes. Alone. What was that warmth?

Mother

Fel flinches at the voice. He touches his hands together. It isn't the same as the warmth of someone else. He wants that.

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It's test day. Doctor Delta is busy today, so Doctor Epsilon has swapped in. Fel is measured. He stretches and contorts. This is all to keep him from being a danger to someone else. They are protecting the world from him. As they should. He is a monster.

Fel freezes. Doctor Epsilon forgot to put a glove on. She holds arm with her bare hand as the needle goes in. 

Then the needle is put away. A vial of black blood. Doctor Epsilon moves to take her hand away. She is blond. So warm.

"Subject four. Release the Doctor."

Fel's hand is holding the doctors hand to his arm. When did that happen. But Fel doesn't want the contact to end. 

The stun gun causes his grip to tighten in a spasm and the Doctor lets out a scream as her arm is broken.

Fel's arm wipes out, and the guard is slammed into the wall

He screams, and whips his hand around again. 

And again.

and again.

The hot stickiness feel the same as his dream.

But the guard stopped. 

The Doctor is crawling away from him.

Fel wants to be touched again.

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Incident log:
Subject 0004 was restrained minutes after the incident, and attempted no further resistance. The subject was found lying on top of Doctor Epsilon, having forced the Doctor to press her hand against its face.

Casualty report:
Guard 0126 suffered a severe concussion. Likely will have neurological issues for the rest of his life. Still operational. Will keep current assignment after one month PTO.
Doctor E: Her arm will recover. She will be shifted to a more administrative role until she has recovered enough to see subjects again.

Subject 0004: Since the incident Subject 0004 has been erratic. Causing more damage to its cell and resisting commands. Judging from what it said when found on the scene, the incident was caused by Doctor E touching It without any gloves, or other coverage.

To prevent further incidents, all personal must wear full covering while interacting with Subject 0004 and avoid any prolonged physical contact with it, unless restraining it.

End Report

"I'm disappointed in you subject four." 

Doctor Delta speaks into a microphone, which broad casts into the room Fel is in. He is separated from Fel by a thick plane of grass. His voice his stern, belonging to an older man with thick glasses.

"First your behavioral issues, and now this performance? Reset."

The arena Fel is in shifts. The test bots being pulled back into the wall, new ones being shifted in.

Fel reaches up to the ceiling, extending his arms and legs to nearly their limit and grabbing one of the hands holds there. He swings himself back to the start platform.

His guards are there. Heavily armed. The guard with misshapen head scowls at Fel. Fel withers a bit.

"Again."

The voices speak to Fel. Offering. An exchange.

Fel puts a hand to his face. Wiping away black sweat, and covering his mouth enough to cover an

"Okay."

The buzzer sounds.

Fel expands, running forward on now longer limbs. Through the door. First room, 3 targets. Fel throws himself forward. Hands out, slamming the targets into each other.

He grabs the small target, and twists it's neck around. He takes an extra moment to smash it, leaving shards of metal flying around the room.

Target down. Next room, in this one they fire at him. Little lines of pain. Prongs that would shock him and make him hurt.

----

Fel is hurt. Tired. But after 3 more attempts his performance was satisfactory.

He returns to his room. 

"I did it. So... You promised." Fel pulls out a shard of metal. Bent, but with a sharp edge that can be made sharper. A weapon, like he promised the voices.

Fel lays down in his bed. The dreams come quickly, undisturbed by the usual voices. He dreams of warmth. Softness. Someone to take care of him.