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It was the day of the Anakt garden singing competition, which would encompass every child, and their singing abilities. Miko was expected to participate, having been a favourite amongst the others, but having found out she was needed by her guardian and a few other aliens for 'special' practise was just as confusing enough when she even announced she didn't want to participate. 

Vanta was especially upset, had been already planning to impress her with the amount of progress he made, having learnt to rap just for her.

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Miko went along the halls of the Anakt Garden, following close behind Dacron, just as several aliens followed behind her. Even if she wasn't fully grown up yet, she'd already amassed for the fans she collected just watching her practise.

It was just a long, quiet walk along the sterile hallway. In the dead silence, each of their steps echoing throughout the halls, florescent lights barely shown above, buzzing ever so annoyingly.

She was led into a room, leaving the other aliens to stand by the doorway.

"Oh my, the dear child's going to sing again~!"

"I wonder how much she improved from last time!"

"I wonder what she might sing??"

The aliens were a fuss, pretty annoying if you asked her. They would alwys follow her around like lost puppies, as if she was the one in charge.

"Miko, you will practise these lines. Project your voice. You need to be in tip-top shape to compete in Alien Stage."

"Yes."

Her guardian, Dacron, had always watched out for her, been there for her, but not in a motherly, tender way. She'd keep her restrained in a collar, so she'd be led everywhere, forced to only survive on limited foods for months on end, isolating herself from others. That was the façade she was trying to hide.

The last time she had tried to escape, she was captured by fellow guards patrolling the facility, and had tied the little child up, until her guardian would have to give her punishments.

It was her fault for believing she could one day escape, it was her fault for even thinking of running away in the first place.

She was never used to being shown affection, she wasn't used to be treated kindly with. In her eyes, she was only a puppet for their doing.

Her punishment: Was to eat bitter food. Bitter food isn't that bad, but as a child, having known their pickiness, the child wouldn't eat for weeks, until she was choked and had food forced down her throat. That was her punishment.

Every time she'd disobey her guardian, even if it was a simple no, her punishment was forcing her, choking her, to eat the food they wanted her to eat without her own will.

She had even started liking it as years passed, she didn't mind the bitter taste, she had grown to enjoy it — but being forced too, she hated it.

The had practically held into her neck for dear life, restricting her from breathing, all just to fucking feed her??

Why had they used all those machines on her, just to get her mouth open, to open a child's mouth for their sake? 

Why had she fallen into a pit of despair, the only light she followed wasn't that of her own, but the stage lights of Alien Stage. It was her narrow escape from a Brush of Death.