It wasn't until about two months since being put into maximum security that A55 was able to see someone that was not threatening to shoot him. Much to his luck the session before his ran a little late and because of that he caught a glimpse at tall man who laid on a bed in the room where he'd be meeting with his doctor, Dr.Ell.

He was lanky with messy black hair that fell onto the cushion of the medical bed. He had his eyes closed and his mouth slightly parted. On his neck he had a thick metal necklace which led Yoongi to assume that the man laying in the white uniform was a result of a mutations.

A55 was made to sit in the chair and wait as Dr.Ell finished. Usually they would not allow him anywhere near any other inmates, however this time was an exception. It had been accidental that his session was interfered with, but Dr.Ell saw it as an opportunity. With Yoongi tied down and guards from three sides she thought it safe for him to simply observe someone else for a change. It was part of her own observation of him.

"When was the last time you snapped your fingers?"

The laying man opened his eyes.

"Three days ago, to get the attention of another."

"Who?"

"A guard."

Dr.Ell nodded thoughtfully as she wrote down what he said. She checked off a few boxes on her checklist and called the session to an end. As she moved away from the man as he sat up. It did not take more than a few second for him to notice that he was now longer the only prisoner there. It was then the two learned each other by the single letter and two numbers by which they identified with in the facility.

A83 climbed down from the bed and began making his way over to the door where he was being awaited to be escorted. He looked down briefly to meet eyes with A55. They held each other's gaze for no more than perhaps three seconds, yet it was enough to intrigue both. The man dressed in white wondered if the man dressed in black was the man of latest talk while the man in black wondered what in the world was off about the man in white.

"I've heard you've been doing well this week, Yoongi."

Yoongi was transferred over to sit on the bed in which the other man was before. Once there the usual physical health check up routine commenced while being asked questions.

"Did you have any urges which you withheld from? If so were they to cause damage to someone else?"

The truth was obviously yes, however Yoongi shook his head. He may have a few screws loose in his head, but he was no idiot. He knew what good behavior got you anywhere so he'd be willing play along if it meant he'd be taken out of the black whole in which he had been for the past two months. Although the solitude was lovely sometimes, it could also drive him madly over the edge. While some crazies talked to themselves out loud, he did it in his head which was much worse. Attempts for suicide were impossible in his cell as well which made him go even more mad with himself at times.

"I've heard you've been even quieter recently. How have you been entertaining yourself?"

"Dreams."

"So sleeping?"

Yoongi nodded his head. "Yes, my dreams are my television."

Dr.Ell wrote that down before she pulled up her chair and began to go through a list.

"Any suicide attempts?"

"No."

"Any urge to attempt?"

"No."

Lie.

"Any urge to inflict harm on guards or a guard specifically?"

That was a trick question which Yoongi had seen through after a few test trials from previous sessions. He looked to the men standing by the door and again nodded his head.

"Yes, but no one in specific."

Dr.Ell seemed pleased with his answer. She seemed happy to have heard such thing for she marked something off her paper with a little grin. They continued on with more of the usual questions until at last a new question presented itself.

"Do you think if I send you into the cafeteria for lunch for one day you will do no harm to anyone else in there?"

Yoongi made no promises, but he did make up lies. He claimed to be stable enough that he could roam among the rest of the weirdos there. The only condition Dr.Ell had was that he was to be supervised closely at all times. Yoongi took the opportunity in whatever way it came. The very next day he became the center of attention in the lunch room.

The loud chatter of the inmates dialed down to nothing when they recognized that someone with a black uniform walked in. They knew what that meant so it was like their eyes were deceiving them all at seeing an inmate with such clothes among them. All of them watched in shock and amazement as the man was walked to a table where he sat by himself with a plate readied to be eaten.

When the chatter did not commence again, a guard called everyone out on their staring. He demanded harshly for the experiment to return to their daily routines for nothing was to be seen yet they were completely still. Each and everyone of them followed the eyes of the A55 which looked at every one of theirs. His eyes were dark with intentions just like them.

It was only a gun shot that sparked normalcy back into the lunch room.

Yoongi began eating silently, of course. He's eyes still danced around the room he was visiting for the first time. Since nothing was interesting about the structure he focused more on the people in there. Some looked normal while others didn't look human at all. One woman with light blue hair had the tips of it changing color every few seconds. It was interesting to look at, but not for too long. There were creatures that that did not even resemble animals. One green beast caught Yoongi's eye despite being the size of a child. He was intrigued by the many odd balls in there for at first sight some looked like regular humans, that was until you got a closer look at them. One creature had two heads, one of a female and one of a male, yet they didn't resemble each in looks at all. Yoongi wondered how they had been made such way, artificially or not.

Are you A55?

Yoongi stopped chewing. A voice that was not his own had spoken to him from within him. He looked around to be sure he had not been addressed by any of the guard despite knowing none of their voice sounded like that. It wasn't any of them.

I know you can't answer so just tap the table with your index finger once for yes and twice for no.

Now Yoongi was definitely sure it wasn't him. He looked around the room in search for who the voice in his head might belong to. Nobody seemed to be paying him much attention so there was nobody to be suspicious of.

Are you A55, the guy who escaped and killed the guard? Tap once for yes and twice for no.

Despite being unsure of who was speaking to him, Yoongi did as they asked. He tapped the table lightly so not to arise any suspicion from the guards around him. A few minutes went by before the voices were back.

Are you a mutation?

Yoongi tapped the table twice.

Experiment in progress?

Again, he tapped the table twice.

So you're fully human?

Many would argue that to be the case with Yoongi. He may look human, his genetics are completely human, yet some said he was a demon dressed as a human. He tapped the table once.

Again a few minutes went by.

Are you...a psychopath?

It was time for Yoongi to be escorted back to his cell. He stood and looked around the room. Only some had glanced up to look at him, but none kept eye contact except one male. He was sitting in the far corner where it was almost hard to see him.

Yoongi tapped the table once.

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I wanna go the Zico concert coming up in NY but like I'm also broke so guess whose gonna have to beg her dad lmfao this sad bitch right here.

Hope you enjoyed!

{Ciel1l}