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why Mama!Yuu decided to run
There’s a rumor among the Sisters. There are many, of course; they all wanted a chance to weed each other out. But this one was old, since before the Grandmother’s time, and had few variations. The gist of it, however, went like this:
They turn off your chip, the Sisters whisper, ducking under the eyes of the Mamas, when you conceive. The chip can only count one heartbeat. They can’t keep it on during the pregnancy, so that’s why you’re under such high surveillance.
46984 didn’t take stock in rumors. Too many girls had died chasing them, after all, pouring years and years of grueling work down the drain for a single chance at freedom. Sometimes it was demon-planted, to weed out the unafraid. Sometimes it was self-made, to kill off the competition. Only a few girls were allowed to be Mama, and nobody needed to ask where the leftovers went. She thinks girls who listen to rumors are the stupidest girls on the farm.
46984 also, coincidentally, used to have a... friend. 09884 was also from Grace Field Farm, but old enough that they didn’t threaten each other’s graduations. A model candidate that scored high on every evaluation, about to find work at a farm. She was amber-sweet, warm like summer, and liked to pet 46984 on the head.
(09884′s had the coldest eyes she had ever seen. They were beautiful, and she told her as much. Her laugh was cold that time, but that was fine. It was beautiful, too.)
There was one stage left before 09884 left to help the Mamas on the farm. The easiest stage, she taunted, looking immensely pleased with herself, where you just sit around and relaxed all day. They fed you three nice meals a day, like at the farms. They even let you have some entertainment! 46984 had been jealous, dreadfully jealous, but that was fine. She could drop by, couldn’t she? She’d get so lonely without her favorite Sister.
Of course, 09884 smiled warmly, anything for you, Yulia.
There were four other Yulias in the plant.
So they made a new schedule for themselves. 09884 found herself a cozy bed, holed up next to the demon’s, and 46984 went back to being beat into a pulp by the supervising Mama’s. 46984 would knock twice, and 09884 let her in, offering her a half-bowl of brightly-flavored soup. She would eat, read a few of the books, and then 09884 would ask her about her day. Before she left, 09884 would always flaunt her then-flat stomach, asking if she could see anything yet.
It was like clockwork, interrupted only by the size of 09884′s stomach. Lean muscle became soft. Soft fat grew into a small, orange-sized mass, slowly turning into a small watermelon. Skin stretched and split and scarred, bright red lines standing out against pale skin.
The baby kicked once, close to the due date. Security was tighter. 46984 felt it, when 09884 offered. It was a tiny little bump against her palm, gentle like a heartbeat.
She left early that day, feeling sick to her stomach. Halfway down the hall, she realized why.
09884′s eyes were smiling.
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[UPDATE!]
File 09884
Status: Deceased
Cause of Death: Broke into the nursery in an attempt to escape with the recent batch of children. Apprehended and eaten on site. All livestock secure.
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