B R E A K. M E. D O W N.

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Floating.

Suddenly, things had a meaning. Words? What was happening? The answer came quickly.

Thinking.

So it had a name, but what was the purpose? It seemed to happen without any physical force. It could be what was controlling it, couldn't it? The world around him was distorted, as he opened his eyes on instinct. What was this?

Seeing. Hearing. Feeling.

Strange concepts. This feeling was like none other. The liquid around him started to drain, lowering him until he touched something cold. His body jerked in response. Cold didn't feel good. He could hear noises- voices- but they were muffled and sounded strange to his ears. Blurred figures moved and a glass was lifted. More cold. He tried to shift away, to protect himself, but there were objects that held him down. Through his mouth and other places on his body. He was trapped and confused.

These things were removed and he was taken from the only place he'd known. Then he was surrounded by things that poked and prodded him, that talked and wrote things down. He was being talked about and talked to. He never used his voice before. It was communication, wasn't it? The words being spewed at him seemed to have a question tacked on the end.

How do you feel?

Feel? "Cold." He looked around at the faces. They all did something different. What was that? Something in his mind told him: facial expressions. Indications of mood.

He could do them too, he found out. He was taught many things after they pulled him from that place. How to speak, how to dress, react. He was taught pain. Pain was for when he didn't listen. He was given a number and a name- Chance.

Chance didn't like pain. So he listened and did what they told him. He knew that these things were humans- but what did that make him? He looked like they did, walked and talked like they did. So why was he treated differently?

[[ Cosmic Era (ICE) ; Open ]]

[CrimsonMoon]

" Because we aren't natural," A soft voice whispers, there was a voice that was always there, always let him know the feeling of happiness. A voice always there but never a body to surround that voice, there was never a body for that voice... Until now...

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Chance paused and looked around. That wasn't his thought voice. That was a real voice, but not one of the rough, cold voices he was used to. He'd heard this before, but now it sounded like it was coming externally, "We?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Yeah.. We," The voice mumbles," We werent born like 'them'," the voice whispers," We're different.. But good different,"

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"Who are you?" Chance asked in awe, "Where are you?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" I'm number 1," The voice murmurs," I'm in a different box... Who are you? I've never heard your name.."

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"I have a number, but they call me Chance!" The boy smiled and clasped his hands in front of him.

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Just call me 1," the voice murmurs," You have a pretty name, Chance.."

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"Thank you! I like the name, it makes me happy," Chance smiled and twiddled his thumbs, "Why don't you have a name?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" I don't need a name," The voice murmurs," I dont need a name cuz i'm not natural, ya know?"

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"But you said I'm not either and I got a name. Ooh! How about we pick you out a name?!" Chance suggested excitedly.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Sure.." The voice sounds uncertain but there was a small happiness there too,

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"Okay, hmm," Chance tapped his chin, "What kinds of names do you like?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Good names..?" The voice suggests weakly

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Chance chuckled in amusement. He'd been the same way about names, since he'd been given one and didn't have to make his up. He hadn't even been sure what made a name 'good'. "I learned that there are names based on a human's gender. Did they make you look like a specific gender, 1?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" They said i'm female but... I don't have to be.." The voice grows uncertain

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Chance tilted his head, "What do you mean? Do you want to be female?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" I can choose what i want.. I choose femalethe most," the voice murmurs softly

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"Okay..how about a flower name?" Chance suggested, "Those are very pretty. I've only seen pictures, but I'd like to see a real one someday."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Sure... Just hurry up!" He laughs

(Time skip..?)