It stood in the cell, the cold air hitting it. The fur on its body had only started spreading more across its body, and it had enough. The experiment was useless, what was the point of being a test subject to a company attempting the same thing again and again? To only crush it more?

It made a noise of sadness, curling up in the corner. It knew what time it was, and yet Sock wished it never happened at all. It hated being an experiment, along with 6 other kids.