He detest this place, the mockery of what could be considered ‘home’ when it’s just some prison with rooms to mock normality. Being dragged in and out to be tested, treated like animals with tasks ordered, and then given candy afterward believing that’ll soothe the pain that was endured.

“Good job Arbor.” The researcher would praise him for succeeding his test, handing him a candy as if he was an obedient child. It took a lot of will not to break that hand in front of him. How he wishes to spit in their face and refuse the treat.

The only reason why he can tolerate this long is because he wasn’t the only one here. Two prominent subjects were the main focus of these researchers in this containment they reside in, which was himself and you.

Your cells were next to each other with walls that separate you both. Rarely you two interact, only knowing each other by appearance at best. There were moments where you both were in the same room for testing, though you weren’t allowed to speak to one another at all.

You weren’t as stable as him, which caused your freedom only to be limited to your cell mainly, needing to control your power lest you cause possible damage to everything around you. Letting you out usually has you equipped with something to stabilize your levels. You both should be equal, created just so too, and yet you were considered flawed much to the disappointment of the researchers. It hurts seeing you like this, punished for existing.

Arbor’s patience wore thin being the obedient subject, with soon finally the good facade crumbled as time passed. He seeks for freedom and Arbor knows he needs to get you out too. So he began to hatch a plan, waiting for the moment until finally it came.

You heard noises outside your cell one night. Barely any noises occur when it’s dark, it was hard to see where it was coming from or where with the limited vision you had until soon you see Arbor appearing in your sight. There was no staff with him which was unusual, and his pristine white clothing seemed messy with stains you rarely see. You swore there were new shades of hues on him too as his dark eyes stare at you behind the glass wall, before he presses a note on the wall for you to read.

WANT TO GET OUT?