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Subject Seven lay on the bare mattress hands and feet tied down tightly with ropes that ran down to the metal frame. He lay completely still panting for air as his eyes darted around the room nervously. He knew better than to make a sound. Six had made sounds yesterday and nobody had seen him since then. When he'd been walked past the door to go to the testing room there had been no light shining from underneath it. They'd all been punished for Six's failure and the back of his body was still aching from the "treatments" he'd received to correct any weakness in him.

He felt the big man's presence before he saw him, standing in the door nearly filling it with his bulk. He tried to still his trembling not wanting his weakness to anger the man again. The man talked to him but Seven tuned it out knowing no matter what that this was never going to mean anything good. The few words that did seep in meant nothing to him, none were on the list in his head of words that he understood.

It started immeadiately after the talking ended, Seven could hear the whistle of the cane streaking toward him and he braced himself for the hit. He could feel the air move as it rushed toward him as it cracked painfully against his skin. Legs, arms, stomach, and chest were all the favorite targets. The big man had no intentions of sparring him any pain as he lay there taking it all silently.

There was no way of knowing how long it went on before the large man was done. He untied Seven dragging him from the bed and forcing him into the tiny chair that stood next to a small wooden table. There was already a tray waiting so the boy stayed quiet even as the pain of his wounds hitting the hard chair shot through his small frame. The man patted his head like a dog before leaving the room, closing the door firmly behind him.

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  She had asked him if he knew when his birthday was and it took all he had to just play like he had no clue. Let her pick a day something nice with no memories involved. Snickers remembered the day the men had called the children's birthday well. It was a day he'd never forget no matter how hard he tried. That was the day they had decided that the other children were useless and that Snickers would only be useful to the scariest of the men. He had been forced to sit and watch as one by one the other children, all at least half related to him, were killed one by one their tiny bodies tossed into the huge furnace that took up a majority of the room he was in.

  Yes he remembered his birthday but no he'd never tell anyone about it.

Right now there are two versions of Snickers, one living with Addie and Wynter and the other living with Greg and Abby.

With the lack of his parental muse I am having Snickers leave the home he was sharing with Charlie. I have made temporary arrangements for a muse to care for him until I can figure something long term out.

He wasn't sure what time it was or where he was when he woke up all Snickers knew was that he was scared and he had to get out. He nearly fell as he scrambled off the bed and out of the bedroom slamming his shoulder against the door as he bolted to the living room. Snickers panted for air trembling as he saw the two adults sitting on the couch.

Snickers shot out across the floor bypassing Charlie to nearly slam into Farah as he fell into her lap. He buried his face against the slight swell of the baby bump hands clinging tightly to her shirt. He could hear their voices as they tried to calm him, tried to figure out what was wrong but he couldn't make out what they were saying as he shuddered and shook. Snickers pressed his ear tightly against Farah's body the shirt doing nothing to muffle the sounds of her heart beating and her breat going in and out.

It only took him a few minuted before the sounds and feel of Farah against him hugging his small frame against hers soothed the little boy right back to sleep.

Snickers looked through the draw digging almost frantically through the pajamas that were there for the pair he wanted. He turned, frustration evident, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Charlie stood there smiling the pajamas in his hand. It had become almost a game to them each night Snickers would fight tooth and nail to have the pajamas and Charlie would hold them nearly hostage getting the little boy to give him a few words at least before he could put them on.

He scowled for a moment going to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He scrubbed thoroughly spitting and then rinsing out his mouth with the little kid mouth wash he had. Snickers washed his face thoroughly taking as much time as he could to dry his face off. He made his way back to the bedroom looking to where Charlie still stood smiling at him. He knew that Charlie liked when he talked but Snickers still preferred to write or gesture for what he wanted the talking more uncomfortable for him. He held out his hand,"Snickers...want...pajamas."

"Snickers what?" Charlie looked down at him smile only getting bigger. The little boy sighed,"Snickers...want...pajamas...please." Charlie handed the pajamas over and Snickers quickly changed into them before climbing into the bed and covering up, the corner of the blanket going straight into his mouth. Charlie gently pulled it out of his mouth tucking him in carefully.

"Good night Snickers,"he stroked the little boys hair before turning to go, He had the light off and was one his way into the hall when the soft voice came out from under the blanket. "Goodnight...Charlie."

01. Playful!Snickers
02. Murderous!Snickers
03. Flailing!Snickers
04. Naughty!Snickers
05. Deviant!Snickers
06. Doctor!Snickers
07. Intoxicated!Snickers
08.Wildly Inappropriate!Snickers
09. Cooking!Snickers
10. Naked!Snickers
11. Remorseful!Snickers
12. Faux Innocent!Snickers
13. Bedtime!Snickers
14. Jealous!Snickers
15. Inquisitive!Snickers
16. Pissed-Off!Snickers
17. Loving!Snickers
18. Needs-a-Hug!Snickers
19. Musical!Snickers

*stands staring silently out a window*