018 opened her eyes and found herself back home.
Confusion hit first, then irritation. Something she thought she'd buried long ago was suddenly right in front of her. She was sitting on an old grey couch, and in front of her was a small wooden coffee table, worn at the edges.
She tried to stand, but her feet didn't reach the floor.
Her breath snagged. She looked down and saw tiny hands and tiny legs. Child-sized.
Panic crept in as she slid off the couch, her short legs making it awkward. She ran through the house, relying solely on memory to guide her. Every turn felt strange yet familiar.
She pushed open the door to the storage room.
There it was.
A tiny bed shoved into a dirty corner. The floor stained with spilled food, and dust. The pillow had a head-shaped imprint, the mattress the imprint of a small curled-up body.
Pitiful it was. truly
She stared at it blankly, a cold heaviness settling in her chest. This was where her bastard father had locked her up out of some twisted obsession with "protecting her beauty."
She didn't know why she was dreaming about this. This was where every "good memory" she clung to had died.
Immersed in her thoughts she didn't notice the presence behind her.
A tall figure appeared silently, and then—
"Why are you standing there? Dinner is ready."
The gentle voice made her freeze. Her eyes narrowed, her heartbeat spiking.
She turned slowly, terrified of what she expected and desperate for what she hoped.
The voice… she hadn't heard it in years.
"Why are you in the punishment room? Did Dad send you here?" the girl asked, her tone full of worry. "Please don't tell me you did something stupid again."
A young girl stood there...her sister. Her dear, big sister.
"Okay, okay…" her sister murmured as she stepped forward, her concern deepening. "How many days have you going to be here without food? Two? Three?"
" N–"
"No… I just… I…"
018 couldn't get the words out. Her throat felt tight, like something invisible was strangling the sound out of her.
Her sister blinked. "? …Why are you crying!?"
Crying?
018 stiffened.
Sure, she'd missed her But since when did she have the illusion of me crying?
She lifted a hand to her face.
Her fingertips touched something warm. Wet.
…She was crying?
Before she could understand it, she was pulled into a hug. It was suffocating in the gentlest way.
"...Big sister Diana is sorry…" her sister whispered, voice trembling. "I'll try my best to get us out of here…"
The words cracked, splintering into shaky breaths.
"…It's just not fair for you… I–I'll try interested tonight ..he may forgive if i succeed… okay? So don't… don't do anything stupid! понял?!"
Her grip tightened, desperate, like she was trying to hold the world together with her arms alone.
"понял!"
018 felt the warmth… the familiar weight of that embrace… even the voice she had forgotten was speaking to her again, clear as day.
Regression?She'd only ever read about that in novels, but—Could it be?Am I… back?
Her chest tightened with something overwhelming. She was seconds away from hugging Diana back when—
A sharp pain stabbed through her ribs.
"Ugh—"
It spread fast, crawling through her chest, and then her spine. Her knees buckled and she hit the floor with a dull thud.
"⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂?!" Diana's voice broke into panic — but as she spoke, the sound warped. Each word drifted farther away, like someone was turning the volume down on reality itself.
"⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...! …hey—! …hey!"
Her sister's voice became muffled.
Then faded.
Then disappeared.
H…huh?
—
A blinding flash.
A white room.
Doctors in masks circled around a table.
A girl's body arched violently as electricity tore through her nerves. Her eyes snapped open with a choking gasp.
"Experiment 018 survived. No replacement needed," a doctor announced without emotion.
A ceiling came into focus with fluorescent lights.
018 blinked up at it.
ебать...
понял- understood?, understood?! , and understood!?
ебать- Fuck
⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂- this is to hide her real name