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· 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ ˚ ₊ ♡ ❰ 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁 ❱ ˖⋆࿐໋ ⋆ ✰ CHAPTER FOUR━━ the message man
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SOMETHING FELT OFF, LIKE SOMETHING DRASTIC was about to happen that would change everything Zero knew. But the blonde didn't know what, how could he know? An omnious feeling had washed over the teenage boy, something he could not shake off.
There had been a constant tremor in the boy's hands after the cruel flashes from his past had awakened once more to haunt his life. The blonde had been shaken up by the events ignited by seeing the face of the girl he knew as Eleven.
That was another thing that bugged him to no end, the numbers. They didn't know any names. They were just numbers on a sheet, replacable.
They weren't even important enough to have a name, to own a name. Everything that belonged to them was stripped away without hesitation.
It appeared they were seen as an object instead of an actual human being. And Zero hated himself for not realising it sooner. He was acustomed to the harsh treatment at the facility. He deemed it normal even, because he didn't know any beter.
He didn't know any better...
Not until it was already too late.
How many people were given a number? That thought had been etched into his brain for some reason. He felt responsible for all of them. He was Zero, he was the start of everything and he often wondered if he had been better, if he just finished every task like he was supposed to would there be no other numbers?
Was he the reason why they needed more kids, to find someone who would peform better than him. All because he wasn't good enough.
Was he to blame for the suffering of those children? He hadn't met the others, he only got glimpses of Eleven every now and then. He only really talked to her that faithful day she was forcefully dragged into the closet. The utter horror on her face broke his heart and it played like a broken record on repeat in his sleep.
Could he have done something to help her?
He would never know for certain, he would never know who he was either, where he came from or even his own name would remain a mystery for the boy.
