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The room was dimly lit. The walls were cold and dark grey. You felt the stone pressing against your fingertips, as you felt and adjusted to your surroundings.
It was a little unnerving, your situation. You couldn’t really remember much before you got here. It hurts to try and remember. You decide not to think too hard about it, for now. A headache won’t help. Not while you’re somewhere unfamiliar. You might encounter danger, and you’d want to be in the best condition you can be for that.
You look around the room. You seem to be in some kind of cell. There were walls made of glass between you, and the rest of the room. The glass walls connected to a dark grey opaque wall, that the rest of the room outside the glass shared.
There were keyboards and screens outside of your cell. There were nine screens in total, each about the same size, aligned like a grid. Six of the screens were dark, and two only showed static. The only working screen seemed to come from the perspective of a security camera.
You looked at the screen, and saw someone standing there. They wore a washed out cyan dress thing that barely covered their body. You couldn’t remember what the style of clothing was called, but you recognized that it was something usually given to hospital patients in films. The person lacked any other clothes apart from that, and their pale hair was long and unkempt. They were facing away from the camera.
You turned around. You saw a camera across from your cell. Next to the camera was an open doorway. You could see part of the hall.
That person in the camera was you! So that’s what you look like….
You start moving your hands around your body. You took a strand of hair. It was pale colored, almost white, but not quite. It seemed to have a faint tinge of yellow in it. You knew the word for that… What was it?
Ivory. Yes, you remember now. That color is called ivory.
Your hands and legs were also scarily pale, but not ivory colored like your hair. It was unnaturally pale, like a ghost. You compared your hair to your hand.
Your skin was almost as pale as your hair, just separable by the fact that your skin had tinges of red in it, rather than yellow like your hair.
You began admiring yourself more and more, pulling at your clothes, and staring down at your feet, as you stood up.
You were shocked out of your self exploration though, when you heard loud and angry voices, moving through the hall, towards your room. They shouted in thick accents that weren’t familiar to you. It made it hard to understand what they were saying. Every now and then, you’d be able to make out bits and pieces of the conversation.
Things like ‘No signs of it’ and ‘hard work going to waste’. You could have sworn they might’ve been talking about you when they mentioned the word ‘Experiment’. Why else would they have you in this cell, if not to do things with you. Or worse. To you.
Your face scrunched up in anxiety, as you wondered what awaited you. You made your way over to the corner closest to the grey wall, and farthest away from the doorway that led to the hall. You curled up on your knees, trying not to be seen, as you knew there was no way for you to escape your predicament.
A large, fat man entered the room. His disposition made him seem like a giant pig to you. Only thing that was missing was some floppy ears and a curly tail. He was rather grumpy looking, with his hairy arms crossed around his chest in a huff, as he stared at what you assume to be an assistant. Their assistant, in your opinion, seemed like a colorful bird to you. Even with a lab coat on, she wore all sorts of flashy colors, but purple seemed to be her favorite of them all, since that’s the color that stood out most, apart from her sterile white coat. She smelled strongly of herbs.
It wasn’t long before the fat man began to speak.
“How’s the progress been with this one? Do you remember? All these kids started looking the same to me a long time ago.”
Then the colorful lady responded.
“Not good. I remember this one, since he’s the only albino of the group. After the experiments on his brain, to learn about his telepathic abilities, and ability to understand Pokémon, he’s completely lost his memory. We don’t even know if he can remember how to talk at all now.”
Oh.
Oh no.
That’s you they’re talking about, isn’t it? They did this to you? And now you can’t remember anything. You had something they wanted, and they destroyed it and you in the process, didn’t they?
You looked up at the two, staring at them with a hollow expression. They don’t even seem to notice. It’s like you’re not even there, to them. You don’t exist in their eyes. They only see what they find as useful. You’re just a tool. A broken tool now. Abused and irreparable.
And it’s all their fault.
You analyze their faces. You promise yourself not to forget them. If you saw them before you lost your memories, you won’t forget them again this time.
Through all your bitter and anxious thoughts and feelings, you hadn’t been listening to anything they said. The two had stopped talking by now, having been going through the screens on the other side of the room.
The colorful lady spoke again.
“That’s strange… These screens seem broken.”
The fat man only snorted, as if it were a scoff. He has a large scowl on his face.
“I told you, we should have gotten better cameras. It’s not the screens, I’m sure of it. They were working just fine yesterday. But the camera in RLA06’s room looked like it was ready to fall off the wall. Poor craftsmanship. Someone’s been cheaping out, when getting our security in place.”
The lady sighed, clearly having heard similar rants from the large man before.
“I’ll take a look at them, once I’m finished with looking over the recent files and documents. The boss has been working me to the bone as of recently, since I’m the best at anything computerized. It’s just too much work.”
The two left the room, through a metal door, to the left of the screens and keyboards, that you hadn’t noticed. It was hidden at an angle, and it didn’t help that the door nearly camouflaged with the wall.
You uncurled from your sitting position, feeling the floor with your hands. Just like how you did when you woke up.
It was cold. Your whole body felt cold too. As if the conversation you just heard, absolutely chilled you to your core.
You now, more than anything else, wanted to remember yourself. Who you were. What you were like. What happened before all of this. How you ended up here.
You had so many questions, but no one to ask them to. You felt so utterly alone, it made you want to cry. You began to tear up, curling in on yourself once more. You hugged your chest tightly.
How old were you? How old were you when you got here? How long have you been here since then?
What’s your name? Why can’t you remember your own name?!
…
You had fallen asleep in your position. Curled up and exhausted from tears and stress. But all that was interrupted, as an alarm startled you out of your sleep.
Red lights and loud blaring noises practically screamed at your senses, disorienting and frightening you greatly. You, along with your senses, were thrown into a panic.
Suddenly, a glass door opened in front of you. Your cell had opened up.
Your eyes widened in realization, as you immediately took the chance at escape. You bolted out of your cell, running barefoot across the facility that held you.
It was like a maze. You had no idea where you were going. Where the exit was. What awaited you outside. What outside even looked like.
But you didn’t care. You just needed to get away from here. You didn’t even stop to check on anything else. All you could think of was escape, as red flashing lights and loud alarm bells clouded your thoughts and senses.
Eventually, after tireless running in fear and adrenaline, you found an exit. Two doors with small windows on top, that filtered in a trace amount of natural light. You could hear a bit of pittering pattering noises coming from outside, like an army of small pebbles hitting against the doors.
With a feeling of anticipation, you shoved the doors open, and entered the outside.
It was raining… You could see the sun trying to escape between rows and rows of grey clouds.
The rain felt nice against your skin. It was cold, refreshing, and new. It promised you of freedom.
Suddenly, you could hear people coming from behind you. It was the staff belonging to the facility.
No! They’d put you back in your cell! You can’t go back! Not again!
That sense of freedom you felt, had now vanished. Now it was replaced with feelings of dread and fear. You tried to move, but your legs felt heavy. You struggled to move from your spot.
The sky darkened above you. You turned up to look, and thought you saw a large Pokémon.
Your vision went dark.
You can’t… remember… anything… after that.