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Fun Little Drabble

“Hey you stupid fool, we’re literally going to die.” Maisie says as she steps into the abandoned house, her brother Wyatt already inside.

“We’re not going to die.” He says, waving a hand at her.

“Watch us die.” Maisie replies, stepping over a fallen plank of wood. Wyatt rolls his eyes, avoiding some hanging wires.

“This place just recently became abandoned, nothing’s going to be here.” Wyatt says, pushing a door open. The door falls off its hinges, crashing to the floor.

“Good job.” Maisie says sarcastically, stepping into the room. Wyatt ignores her, instead he looks at all the paintings that are still hung on the walls.

Maisie moves some furniture out and into the middle of the room. She falls onto a couch, watching her brother examine the paintings. Wyatt walks over to where the couch used to be, tapping his foot against the wood flooring. Suddenly the floor caves in, bringing Wyatt with it.

“Wyatt!” Maisie yells, rushing over to the hole in the floor. Wyatt smiles up at her, patting the bed he fell on.

“There’s a bed.” He says, getting up off the bed.

“You’re a dumbass.” Maisie says with a roll of her eyes. She jumps down, landing safely on the cushioned bed.

“Come on.” Wyatt says, walking through the only door in the room. Maisie looks around the room, the only thing in it is the bed.

“This is a little creep city.” Maisie says, following Wyatt out of the room. She looks in each room they pass, only a bed occupying each one.

“Why only beds?” Maisie asks, looking into another room.

“Don’t know, this one doesn’t have a bed.” Wyatt says, pointing to a door. Maisie looks in and sees a desk.

“Hmmm.” She hums, walking behind the desk. She pulls open a drawer, “There’s files.” She mutters, grabbing one and handing it to Wyatt. She grabs another one, sitting on the desk.

“This is weird.” Wyatt says, sitting next to Maisie on the desk. He flips the file open, showing her the page. The page is filled with experiments, all happening to one person. Maisie opens the file she took, it’s filled with different experiments; ones that happened to a different person.

She grabs another file, flipping it open. Another multitude of experiments.

“Woah.” Wyatt breathes, showing Maisie another page in the same file he was looking at before. It’s information about the person the experiments were performed on.

“Atticus Gray, subject 7.” Maisie reads, looking at the picture.

Atticus Gray, Subject 7, Age 17

Cancer patient, stage 2 lung cancer, not cured

Previously dead, revived

Tested Drugs: Medrol, Leant, Priscol, Mexal

Drugs Worked/Side-Affects: None, side-affect of Priscol: anxiety, seizures

Liver failure, no drinking or smoking.

“I don’t even know some of these meds.” Wyatt says, his finger brushing over the crossed out words.

“Okay but how was this guy revived?” Maisie asks, pointing at the word.

“Probably with one of these new meds.” Wyatt says, flipping the folder closed. “You know what this sounds like?”

“What?” Maisie asks.

“It sounds like none of our business.” Wyatt says, setting the folder down.

“Aren’t you curious.” Maisie asks.

“Uhhhh, nope.” Wyatt says, getting up from the desk.

“Hmmm.” Maisie hums, flipping through the file again. She sighs and sets it down, hopping down from the desk. “Okay, let’s go home.”

A/N: I made up those medication names, like some of them might be real medications in the world but like I don’t know them/ I just kinda typed some letters till they made a word.

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