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A joyous girl, as peaceful as her white room, sits in the middle of her empty cell. Bottle, as happy as ever, waiting for the downtime announcement.
It’s a normal thing she does. Sit, just sitting. swaying side to side for hours.
Occasionally she would hum to herself, maybe a sweet tune or something.
The bell for downtime goes off, every now and then it would startle Bottle. It definitely caught her off guard this time, since the time felt way shorter than usual.
Bottle and a few others went out of their room to one of the main rooms.
Normally some of the patients would talk to eachother, and some of the patients would sit by themself and do whatever.
Bottle scanned out the room, as she would normally meet up with her two friends, Remote and Marker.
She was delighted to see both Marker and Remote sitting in the corner of the room. That’s where they’d usually meet up at. Bottle has been worrying about them recently, since someone keeps disappearing every night. And of course as any reasonable object would, she hopes every night that one of her two friends wouldn’t go.
“Heeey guysss!!!!!!!” Bottle cheerfully skipped towards the two.
Marker smiled at Bottle as he waves at her, “Haiiiiiii Bottleeeee!!!! :D” Remote also waved at Bottle.
“Sooo how are you guys?” Bottle asked as she sat next to Marker and Remote. Remote sighed, “Well we’re kinda sad about Lightning having to go last night, we’re both glad he’s free!”
Bottle raised an eyebrow, what did they mean Lightning went? Went where? And what’s up with someone disappearing every night..?
Bottle just had one too many questions, “What do you mean he’s free?”
“He’s dead!” Marker said with glee. Bottle was shocked and confused, why was Marker and Remote so happy about that all of the sudden? They’re part of death P.A.C.T., if anything they should be devastated about that!
And Bottle didn’t want to fully believe that killings are going on in this place, it’s a mental asylum.. Not a slaughter house..
…Right?
“Wait.. But I-I thought you guys were against death..? And what do you mean Lightning’s dead?! Can’t he be brought back with the recovery center?” Remote and Marker looked at each other and giggled. This has to be some sick joke..
Remote was the first to stop giggling, “I know we’re supposed to be against death, but the only way to escape this place IS death. This place is isolation, no one else wants to be here.”
“Anddd do you not hear the screaming every night??” Marker added.
Bottle was starting to feel a bit uneasy, “Uhm.. No..” It was expected for Bottle to not hear those blood curdling screams, since her room is far from the slaughter room.
She was quite uncomfortable with this conversation, “Soooo….. What kind of paper tastes the best?”
Marker and Remote smiled as they both started to talk with Bottle, glad they’re not that topic anymore…
One thing Bottle never liked about this place was how short downtime was. She was only able to have any interaction for 30 minutes. 30 minutes out of 24 hours she’s here.. Nevertheless, downtime was over and everyone went back to their rooms.
Bottle sat down on her bed, she looked to her left. What sat next to her was an extra bed. She still wonders what happened to Gelatin.
No matter how many sweet tunes she hums, or how many silly things she thinks of, she can’t keep her mind off of what Remote said.
Lightning's.... dead..?
Is that why someone keeps disappearing every night? No, she won't believe it, she doesn't want to.
There has to be another reason!
She looked to her right, an unopened bottle of her medicine. Everyone has got a bottle of this medicine. But for some reason, Bottle never took any of her medicine.
It would probably be a good idea for her to take her meds, since it's "for the best", so they say.
But she's all out of water, so she's gonna have to wait until dinner to take the medicine.
She continues to hum to herself, since that's all she can do.
After what seemed like hours, a door slightly opens and the worker places her dinner on the ground.
Once the door closed, she got up to bring her dinner to one of the corners of the room, where her medicine is at.
The food looked like it came from the dumpster, they should probably consider hiring Four and X to make the food.
As soon as Bottle picked up the pill bottle, a wave of dread hit her. She opens the bottle and pops a pill in her mouth. The pill tasted funny, even after washing it down with water.
Normally she would feel nauseous after eating dinner, as expected.
She can sense that this is going to be a long week.