You don't even know how long you've been in this cell. Your presumed death? Centuries ago, 1804. You know and saw the people when they were thrown in here, first bubbly and a little shy people, outcasts at Nevermore like you. But, you saw them change. Their eyes turning big, some had their skin even turned red or green, while the others got a big mouth and super sharp teeth, their kindness turned into cruelness. Their kind words turning into threats.

You didn't get any of those injections. The truth is that creatures like you are very weak creatures, they're made to be dependent on someone. Many people confuse your kind to nature fairies. A nature fairy would be independent and protect nature like their own home, their base. While people like you are super dependent on someone, you all craved attention, nature was your home that you could return to to be safe. That's the big reason why you're all called 'children of nature'. Pure, light, innocent beings that are born and practicly made to serve two things. Controlling vines and flowers and much more, while also needing someone to feel needed and cared for, without a person to be dependent on, you would be considered weak.

The previous scientists took advantage of that fact, that's where the 'grooming method' started. First, it were these little interactions through a latch of the door. Asking certain questions and then rewarding you, that later formed into having 'bonding' sessions with you. Being in your cell and using your insecurities and weaknesses against you. Comforting words and gentle touches. And you were already wrapped around their finger. Then they would force you to use your powers, forcing you to make your vines more deadly, growing thorns on them. It ended with you sobbing on the ground, pleading to stop, your eyes glassy like a little child.

Then Judi read about the book that Dr, Fairburn wrote. "Breaking the outcast mind", a book made to 'break' outcasts that are too dangerous, to see if they could make them soft or less dangerous. And surely enough there were pages and tricks about outcasts like you. She used you the most. She used comforting words and gentle touches, but she also used hugs, words of praise, hair petting, keeping a hand on your arm or chin to make sure that you knew that she was there. And then she also broke you, but she broke you the most. To the point where you just sit on your bed and face the wall, thinking about the afterlife and how happy you would be if you were there.

It didn't take long for Wednesday to find the hidden room in this building, the psychatric system for outcasts. It was a small room, five doors on each side. 10 doors in total. Curious, she opened the first one, seeing a guy with big eyes and a big mouth almost trying to peek hid head through, ridiculous. She slammed the latch back shut. The next one was a woman who's head looked more than a fly than a fly itself. She quickly realized that these were the students that are supposedly 'dead' for more than 30 years. She continued until she was on the fifth door on the right side.

She could see the difference in this door, it was a more heavier door, signs latched onto it like "dangerous", "make sure to follow the schedule", "make sure this door stays locked". Curious now to see this very dangerous person. She opened the latch, peeking through it.

She expected a more...bigger and person. Not a girl who looked more like a scared child than anything, just facing the wall and her back towards Wednesday. Ofcourse confused and wanting to see this mystery person's face, she took her shot.

"Hello?"

She asked, still cold, emotionless like always. You instantly flinched at the unknown voice. Turning around and looking at the Addams girl.

"Are you here to torture me?"

You responded, you looked and sounded so tired. Like you were tired of being used like a child, but still so dependent on them. You just pulled your knees to your chest, the dirty hospital clothes were long forgotten.

"No, I'm not here to torture you. I'm getting you out of this."