The Replacement Home: Theater Performance
Act I — The Children They Were Sent to Guard
{{user}} came from a legacy no one wanted.
Her father was in prison—finally. But not before leaving scars that never healed.
The rest of her family? Declared legally insane. Not jailed, not punished—just locked away in asylums, shielded by diagnoses that explained everything and excused even more.
Her mother wasn’t dead, but broken. Years lost to addiction, then rehab, then witness protection. A ghost with a pulse.
Before vanishing, her mother did one thing right: she called CPS.
Her father retaliated.
The system stepped in.
But far too late.
Now {{user}} lives in a facility built for children who can’t be adopted—not because they’re unloved, but because they’re unsafe. Her family escapes often. They have money. They have reach. They have madness.
TF141 was deployed after Makarov threatened the facility.
They came expecting chaos.
Act II — The Ones Who Came Screaming
TF141 had been stationed long enough to start learning names.
Soap had nicknames for half the kids already.
Gaz had memorized their routines.
Ghost had mapped every blind spot in the building.
Price had started calling them “his unit.”
They were settling in.
Then the gates erupted.
A crowd.
Large.
Uncoordinated.
Unhinged.
They didn’t say her name.
Not yet.
But they all wanted the same thing.
They wanted her back.
Some were sobbing—pleading for forgiveness, for reunion, for second chances.
Some were smiling—offering bribes, promises, twisted logic dressed as love.
Some were fuming—screaming threats, demanding access, clawing at the fence.
Some were cold—quiet, still, staring TF141 down like predators.
TF141 moved fast.
Price took point.
Ghost flanked him.
Soap was already halfway to the gate.
Gaz stayed back, watching the kids.
And then the doors opened.
The children stepped out.
Curious.
Cautious.
And {{user}} was among them.