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Sleepover"Why did I even agree to go to that costume party?" Germany muttered to himself as he walked back into his home. He was clad in a slick, black military uniform with a matching jacket and hat, and feeling quite silly for even venturing out of his home in the outfit.
After much pestering from his brother, Prussia, Germany had agreed to go to France's costume party, where the theme was "military." Unfortunately, as the party went on, it seemed the theme slowly changed to "au naturel."
Germany managed to escape with all his clothes, luckily. Still, as he closed and locked the door, he recalled that Italy was also at the party, and felt somewhat guilty. "I can't believe I left him like that. He could be going through something terrible right now " Germany thought out loud as he face palmed.
"Who could be going through something terrible?" someone asked curiously behind Germany.
Panicked, Germany turned quickly and pinned the stranger to the wall. "Who the hell-" he began to say, when h
Trapped: Chapter 10Every night, 1-V4N would come into the cell and file away at Matthew's chains using a file it found in one of the labs. Though, it was just the slightest bit, so 83L4-RU5 would not notice. Since I-V4N knew that she might be more wary of his actions after Matthew's revelation, the two only spent about five minutes with each other, in total silence. After feeding the Canadian, usually some sort of canned food, 1-V4N would quietly roll out of the room.
Every morning, 83L4-RU5 would wake Matthew up, usually with her taser. She would then proceed to ask him whether he would reconsider, and leave Ira Labs. He would reply that he was steadfast in his decision. In response, 83L4-RU5 would insult the Canadian, and then stay in the room, watching her prisoner silently. After several hours, she would finally leave, not speaking a word to Matthew.
Between these times were Matthew's sleep time and his thinking time. The Canadian speculated on possible ways to manually remove 83L4-RU5 from 1-V4N. Hi
Trapped: Chapter 9"Disinfect you? How?" Matthew asked, surprised at the bot's request.
"I have not finished formulating my plan But I would still like to have assurance of your assistance in the matter." 1-V4N paused, waiting for an answer.
The Canadian stared at his companion for a few seconds. Slowly, a small smile formed on his face. "Of course I will. And don't take the plan formulation all to yourself; I'm rather competent you know."
"I'm not sure about that; an AI is in theory infallible, unlike a human's," the robot answered.
"You're one to talk," Matthew retorted, trying to keep a laugh down.
"Touché, human," 1-V4N replied, and Matthew could have sworn he felt the warmth of a boy's smile in 1-V4N's words. "I must go however, before she wakes up and finds me here "
"That's something I was wondering about. Why does she give you control like this, unrestricted and unsupervised?"
"Perhaps it is because she has not done so very many times, so 83L4-RU5 needs time to recuperate?"
Trapped: Chapter 11Though he was sure she was lying, Matthew kept thinking about what 83L4-RU5 had said.
"I'm a defense system developed by Dr. Hiems to ensure no one harms 1-V4N."
"It's a lie. Definitely. Just something to deceive me into thinking she isn't harming 1-V4N," the Canadian reassured himself. Afterwards, he sat in silence, drifting off into a reverie of home, friends, family
"Matthew?" A voice awakened Matthew from his daydream
"Huh?!" Matthew exclaimed.
"It's me, 1-V4N." The familiar pink light glowed softly from the hallway.
"Oh " Matthew laughed sheepishly as his companion rolled into the room.
"How is your health?" the bot asked while pulling out its file.
"I'm not doing too badly. The aching in my right arm's gone. I'm feeling pretty happy about that!"
"That is great. I would not appreciate my friend being taken from me because of a virus," the robot replied, beginning to file at Matthew's chains.
Wanting to continue the conversation, Matthew added, "By the
Trapped: Chapter 13About four months after his adoption, Dr. Hiems came into Ivan's room to find the boy. "Ivan, could you come here a moment? I need your help with something in the testing facility," Dr. Hiems asked the light haired boy.
Expecting to be carrying boxes or handing tools to scientists while they tinkered with chips and wires, Ivan readily replied, "Sure, lead the way." Following Dr. Hiems into the testing lab, Ivan was surprised when he saw a lab table with straps on it. It was as if they were going to restrain something. Next to it was a cylindrical robot, white in color and with a small screen. It seemed to be almost finished.
"Hey, why are there straps here? Are you using a live specimen today, Father?" Ivan asked, curiously looking up at Dr. Hiems.
"Yes, Ivan," the scientist responded, a blank look on his face, "And the specimen is you. Now, men!" Three other scientists proceed to hold down the flabbergasted young boy who was thrashing about. Dr. Hiems pressed a white cloth to Ivan's f
Trapped: Chapter 8Matthew's throat went dry, and he repeated dully, "8374-RU5?"
The bot's screen flashed again, and it snapped, "Who gave you permission to use my name, human?! You refer to me as "Master," or otherwise face the consequences."
"Master?! Give me a break! Who in their right mind would call a kidnapper 'Master?' Unless I somehow get Stockholm Syndrome, I doubt that will happen anytime soon, 8374-RU5!" Matthew blustered, softly panting after he finished speaking.
"Hmph. If I can't get you to do obey now, perhaps starvation will be persuasive enough for you," 8374-RU5 sneered, silently rolling out of the room, leaving the Canadian in total darkness again.
A cold sweat went down his back. No food or water? I could die here without ever seeing any of my family or friends ever again Matthew thought, his mood slowly becoming more and more depressed.
Still, I refuse to cry. I know everyone back home would want me to stay brave and think of a way to escape. The Canadian gained r
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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