the heavy metal doors and their pristine handles forever reflecting the florescent lights, making the long empty hallways seem painfully brighter then they already were. the passing white uniforms of the orderlies becoming a blur day by day, seemingly adding to the unbearableness of this laboratory we call our home. Devoid of any real life everyday was equally as painful and boring as the last, there was no real reason to live other then to be tested and monitored. not until today Henry creel/001/Peter Ballard x reader Y/n goes by they/them pronouns in this fan fiction since I don't see a lot of gender neutral ones also y/n is number 022 just so y'all don't get lost bc I don't really wanna do a prologue 😭