He had forgotten how long he'd been his father's test subject; locked away in a bedroom like cell, fed false promises of freedom, and dragged out to do tests every day. He did it willingly at first, following his father's strange orders that were disguised as requests, having hope that he might let him go if he did so. Test after test, day after day; The requests became more obscure. Soon the tests became torture.
Vert was a lab rat and he knew it. Lab rats can't escape; not on their own. He knew that too. He also knew no one was coming for him, that they forgot about him, or hated him, or never liked him to begin with. They just kept him around because he was fun to laugh at. He was nothing but a joke; a joke and a lab rat.
The unhealthily thin and pale boy sat in a dark corner of his prison, clutching his matted yellow hair with his hands as he curled up into a ball deep in thought.
His friends must've finally realized how useless he was. Better late than never.
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Beyond Highway 35
Fanfiction[CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF REWRITING] Short story bits revolving around each character after the end of the last movie. Heavily based off of head canons and less actual predictions of a fifth installment. -also pretty angsty because all the char...
