(Ty's POV)

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I shifted on the cold floor of the cell, stirring after a short afternoon nap. My eyes fought to adjust to the bright light in the hallway.

"Get up, Pipsqueak!" The guard yelled, banging on my cell door. I flinched, as if his insult had physically punched me in the gut. I knew that I was....smaller, then the rest of my friends, but was I really that puny?

"I said, GET UP!" The guard said again, banging on my cell door again, and somehow managing to make it louder then the first. I yelped in surprise, and then quickly scrambled to my feet. Even though had only been in this camp for 3 days, I could tell based on my 1 meal a day plan that i was getting thinner. The shirt that I had on had usually fit me just right, but now it started to hang further away from my body then it had ever before.

The squid opened my cell door, and walked in. He grabbed me by the wrist, quite forcefully, and lead me down the hall. I squirmed under his grasp, trying to free my wrist, but it just seem like the harder I resisted, the harder his grip became. I quietly gave a whimper of pain as his grasp became unbearably strong.

"Where are we going anyway?!" I asked him as he half walked/half dragged me through the many repulsive halls of the squid base.

"To a checkup." The guard said simply. I gulped.

"What do you mean by checkup?" I stammered. The guard said nothing.

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We soon arrived outside a strange room, with doors of iron and tile flooring. The squid dragged Me into the room, where I was met with many squids in lab coats. I shuddered.

"Ah, hello. Are you our next...patient?" The head squid asked, looking me up and down. "Puny thing we have here, don't we boys?"

The other squids laughed. I growled.

"Lead him over here." The squid said, pointing to a chair with wrist restraints attached to the arm-rests. I was dragged over by the squid and locked in with ease. I didn't feel like fighting anymore. I would be lucky to come out of this room alive.

"You may leave now. This next part must be done with only the professionals present." One of the other squid said, motioning the squid Gaye's out of the room. The guard looked uneasily at me, but nodded and left without a word.

The squid then turned to me. He said nothing, but just turned my arm over to the soft part of my elbow showed. One of the other squids then brought over a needle and machine that looked like some sort of torture device. I tensed.

"Relax. This is just a blood sample." The squid said, sliding the needle into my arm. I winced, but didn't say anything. I was not going to show weakness.

They attached a small vile to the machine and turned it on. I watched as The little bottle filled with a red liquid. They detached the bottle, capped it, and then set it down a small chute on one of the walls. They then took the needle out of my arm and wrapped my arm.

"You will do that every day, so we would recommend that you get comfortable with those needles, especially after a few days. They tend to hurt more as we use them." The squid, smiling. I looked at him confused and a little nervous. What did he mean by that?

The squid guard, out of pure coincidence, then arrived back. He grabbed me by the arm, and I winced as the wrapped part of my arm shifted in a wonky direction. The squids in the lab coats said nothing, but just waved goodbye. I was hauled back to my cell quickly, and violently shoved into it. I fell to my knees, easily cutting them up, and hissed. The squid just laughed, and shut the door.

"Stupid slimy creature." I mumbled, sliding off my headphones and laying them on the ground. I then laid my own head on the floor, and fell into sleep.