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Test Subject FW735
The waddle dee flinched as the metal door was shut harshly behind him, locking him in the all too familiar white room. His ears lowered as he walked towards the centre, unsure of what was going to happen this time. Hadn’t they already gotten what they wanted from him? When could he go back to his parents? As his thoughts drifted to the fuzzy memories of his parents, a gas started to fill the room, the people that ran this facility (‘Sanctuary’ they called it) watching him from behind the window. The fox-like child started to feel dizzy, stumbling as he tried to stabilise himself with his hands. A few moments passed as he tried to keep his bearings when suddenly, a shock rushed through him, causing the fox-like waddle dee to cry out in pain, his breathing quick and heavy. He turned his gaze to the window, where two figures stood, watching him as he suffered. He felt rage building up within him, anger at the situation, and hate towards the ones that had done this to him and so many others. The last thing he remembered was red fog clouding his vision before all he could see was red.
The young Waddle dee doesn’t know what happened after that, but he does remember the anger he felt, and he remembers the shock that caused him to black out after. Sunni didn’t like how the rage had felt, it felt unnatural and uncontrolled. As he sat in the room he was kept in, ears down and tail curled around himself, he looked at the tag attached to his ear sadly. He knew he didn’t want to feel like that again…
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Test Subject K2136
The small kaabii fidgeted nervously as she was led to a white room, one she had already come to dislike. Her tiny wings fluttered as she flinched from the loud sound of the door shutting behind her. She walked over to a corner and sat down, wings curled around her (or as much as they could be). A few minutes of silence passed, with the purple ball of fluff watching the four figures behind the window anxiously. She saw one reach for something before the lights of the room became intensely bright. The kaabii covered her eyes as she squeaked in discomfort, muttering to herself incoherently. There was muttering behind the window before a sharp shock shot through the little one’s body. She screamed at the shock, crying for it to be turned off (not that anything she was saying could be understood). Suddenly she heard a voice, clear as if it was her own. She winced as the shock died down and looked up at the window again, staring at the figures as she tried to see where it came from. She heard another voice, one she knew belonged to one of them ‘…Lower shocks may work better….’ She heard the voice well, but none of the figures had spoke. Another jolt suddenly struck through her, causing her to cry again as more broken sentences filled her head, some from the figures, some from elsewhere.
Being guided back to her holding room, the tiny kaabii winced whenever she heard sounds appear in her head. She was shut back in her room and immediately curled up in a corner, trying desperately not to listen when the occasional voice would pass through her head. It wasn’t often, but it was definitely confusing.
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Hope these little stories are good, still working on my writing but I think they turned out alright.

Description
Test Subject FW735
The waddle dee flinched as the metal door was shut harshly behind him, locking him in the all too familiar white room. His ears lowered as he walked towards the centre, unsure of what was going to happen this time. Hadn’t they already gotten what they wanted from him? When could he go back to his parents? As his thoughts drifted to the fuzzy memories of his parents, a gas started to fill the room, the people that ran this facility (‘Sanctuary’ they called it) watching him from behind the window. The fox-like child started to feel dizzy, stumbling as he tried to stabilise himself with his hands. A few moments passed as he tried to keep his bearings when suddenly, a shock rushed through him, causing the fox-like waddle dee to cry out in pain, his breathing quick and heavy. He turned his gaze to the window, where two figures stood, watching him as he suffered. He felt rage building up within him, anger at the situation, and hate towards the ones that had done this to him and so many others. The last thing he remembered was red fog clouding his vision before all he could see was red.
The young Waddle dee doesn’t know what happened after that, but he does remember the anger he felt, and he remembers the shock that caused him to black out after. Sunni didn’t like how the rage had felt, it felt unnatural and uncontrolled. As he sat in the room he was kept in, ears down and tail curled around himself, he looked at the tag attached to his ear sadly. He knew he didn’t want to feel like that again…
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Test Subject K2136
The small kaabii fidgeted nervously as she was led to a white room, one she had already come to dislike. Her tiny wings fluttered as she flinched from the loud sound of the door shutting behind her. She walked over to a corner and sat down, wings curled around her (or as much as they could be). A few minutes of silence passed, with the purple ball of fluff watching the four figures behind the window anxiously. She saw one reach for something before the lights of the room became intensely bright. The kaabii covered her eyes as she squeaked in discomfort, muttering to herself incoherently. There was muttering behind the window before a sharp shock shot through the little one’s body. She screamed at the shock, crying for it to be turned off (not that anything she was saying could be understood). Suddenly she heard a voice, clear as if it was her own. She winced as the shock died down and looked up at the window again, staring at the figures as she tried to see where it came from. She heard another voice, one she knew belonged to one of them ‘…Lower shocks may work better….’ She heard the voice well, but none of the figures had spoke. Another jolt suddenly struck through her, causing her to cry again as more broken sentences filled her head, some from the figures, some from elsewhere.
Being guided back to her holding room, the tiny kaabii winced whenever she heard sounds appear in her head. She was shut back in her room and immediately curled up in a corner, trying desperately not to listen when the occasional voice would pass through her head. It wasn’t often, but it was definitely confusing.
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Hope these little stories are good, still working on my writing but I think they turned out alright.