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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2019 3:01 am
Where do I came from? What do I done?
That shouldn't matter, since today's for the fun!
Where did I come from? What did I do?
The fact of the matter: I'm now here for you.
Name: Beatrice Hindley
Rank: R-Class-B Amnesticized and removed
Age: 20 y/o
Hair color: blond
Eye color: heavily saturated brown
Height: 1.52 m
Weight: 43.1 kg
Hobbies: [DATA EXPUNGED]
Hobbies: Peeking, of course!
Force of gravity dragging me down: 95 pounds
Tol: 5 feet
Iris pigment: red
Follicle melanin: absent of pheomelanin and eumalanin
State of metabolic decomposition: mnyeh
Sex: Isn't "girl" obvious
Hangouts: wherever I please!
Class: Suckers really do think they made me forget.
Me: Bea <3
Don't listen to them! I've done nothing wrong here. Isn't poking at things what they do? Figure out how things... tick? I even followed procedure. I might not have mama's touch, but I do know all her tricks. If they were gonna die, they'd all be dead, wouldn't they? And the ones that'd stopped squirming... heh. Alright, I've got no defense for that. But I did follow procedure, short of their stupid paperwork. They said I could do my own research on my own time. What'd they expect from mama's girl?
Incident Report: I-[REDACTED]-D.
Intern B. Hindley has reached the final straw. Intern Hindley is to be amnesticized and removed for illicit use of [REDACTED] resources, and the use of cruel and unusual methods in the study of biological, sapient [REDACTED]s, resulting in the death of one or more subjects. I'm sorry, she has a lot of promise, but she's too unstable for [REDACTED] work.
B. R[REDACTED], manager.
Beatrice "Bea" Hindley
Beatrice "Bea" Hindley
Hush little baby, don't say a word
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird don't sing
Mama's gonna show you his tracheal rings
And if those rings get cut and cracked
Mama's gonna show you the spine in his back
And if his spine gets bent too far
Mama's gonna show you your inner arms
And if mama's touch starts to make you scream
Mama's gonna replace your skin with seams
And if your seams begin to tear -
Hush, little baby. Mama's right there.
Mommy always said I got to live 'cause I was her favorite, but I know that I got to be her favorite 'cause I lived. There was lots of us for a while, all together, all happy with mommy. She just had a special... touch, you know? I knew that mommy could fix anything, even when the other kids got scared that she couldn't fix them. But of course she'd fix us! She wouldn't hurt us if she couldn't fix us. She even taught me some of the fixing, even if I never had mommy's special touch. Nobody else listened, though. All of them didn't trust mommy. Mommy wanted me to think that they stopped squirming because they didn't trust her, but even then I knew the truth. Just because mommy could fix us, with her special touch, didn't mean she would fix us. Just because I wanted to trust mommy didn't mean that I wasn't happy when they came, and found out about her touch. I was the only one left by then.
Mommy's not even left now.
I tell myself it's for the better.
Well... better for me, anyway.
Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2019 7:57 am
You think I'mma read something upside down? AND in Comic Sans?? Boah, you out yo damn mind.