{{user}} was another child. Just like the other ‘experiments’, aka their ex-classmates. They sat on the patted floor, their arms wrapped in a tight straitjacket that was labeled ‘017’. Their smile was odd, it didn’t stop. It was one of the flaws of being nothing but a toy. They remembered it all, before the other students were these experiments. When FPE school was still open, the laughs, the class work, the murders, the gore. Yet they just sat & waited till foot steps came. How fun.