A Year of Work

One year.

It's been one year since I started my job.

It's been one year of watching the small innocence of my creation deteriorate. There was nothing inherently wrong with them. But they began to hate each other. The ecfectives started hating the defectives, believing them to be sick and useless. When Dr. Foster saw they did that, they forbade me from stopping any fights. So I just had to watch them all isolate themselves from the other side. But when I was asked to make nine more, luckily they weren't as mean. Though four were defective, no one was really treated differently for it. But they weren't very exposed to the first iteration of objects. So I kept it that way.

I stretched my arms as I sat up in bed. I checked my phone to see a good morning text from Teressa, which they started sending me recently. It was admittedly sweet, but they surely hated being up so early. I stood and got dressed in my usual outfit. I went to the bathroom and stared in the mirror quietly. I looked so tired. I deserve it I bet. I got ready and got in my car for work.

I walked into the office, taking in the familiar environment. I put down my things and opened the sleeping room doors. All the kids on the bottom row of rooms walked out, grouping up as they wanted, and going to their rooms. I sighed, the process of getting the others out was silly. Because of the first row having 21 rooms, all of the second iteration of objects were on a second row. So I had to use a big set of plastic stairs that could connect with hooks to the second row to let all the other get down. So I hooked the stairs and all the others stepped out on their own. Puffball floated up to me.

"Good morning Doctor Xavier!" She said in her robotic tone. She was a mystery. When I pulled her out of the goo, I was already shocked at her complete lack of limbs. But I was even more shocked when she got scared and flew so far up she slammed into the ceiling. Foster blamed her components and her lack of limbs to weigh her down or something. But he loved to experiment on her. She was missing patches of fluff, and a slue of teeth, which would ruin any way of her talking clearly if she had a voice. Her vocal cords where there, but she couldn't use them. So Foster made a small mechanical vocal box, which made her voice, which sounded like a normal high pitches voice with auto-tune, of a voice filter. If Teardrop was psychical, she might've gotten one too.

"Good morning Puffball! You know you don't have to wait for me to put up the stairs right?" She smiled.

"Yeah, but I like going with my friends!" Which she wasn't wrong about, two people waited below for her. I let her and her friends go off into their own room. I went into my office and reviewed what was on the testing schedule for today. The maze room was transformed into a testing room. I could attach and detach whatever small hoop or rod I needed to for making different test scenarios. I read the paper and went to the test room, supply box in hand. I used hoops at the end of a long rope and hooked them to the ceiling, making sure there were four rows of them. They would just have to reach the other end of the room without falling. I twisted a small faucet and filled a small area on the floor under where they would travel with water. It was weird to have such things but it's what Foster wanted so I had to. I walked into my office and leaned into my new microphone.

"Can I have Snowball, Fries, Bubble, and Bomb to the testing room?" The mic directed my voice to everyone's room. I stepped out and watched the four walk out and into the testing room. They all stood orderly on a raised platform, each positioned in front of hoops. I sat in my testing room chair and leaned into the mic.

"Okay guys you know the rules, when I say, get to the end of the course as fast as you can without falling in the water below you." I watched them ready themselves anxiously. Though they all wanted to win, they knew who would.

"Ready...GO!" I said loudly and off they went, swinging across the spaced hoops with a speed I never see outside of these rooms. Fries grabbed a hoop in front of him and his hand slipped, his body plunging into the cold water below. Poor boy, he's the only one who rots, I have to replace his fries every week. The others didn't care though, even Bomb, who he shared a day room with. But of course, as I already knew, Snowball was first to finish, he always was. And every time he did I could see him pick at his red tape. He was clearly trying to prove he wasn't defective. Shame Foster didn't care.

"Good job everybody! Everyone finished exit and go to your room. I'll come to get you, Fries." I said into the mic before I left the testing room, finishing up my notes. I walked and grabbed Fries from the water.

"I'm all gross Dr. Xavier!" He cried, grabbing at his wet fries. I used the bottom of my coat to wipe water from him.

"I'll bring you new ones tomorrow," I promised him. He sighed, he always expressed how much he hated the rotting food he had. Not much I could do. I tried to just take them out once and he got so disoriented he collapsed. So he needs them. I took out all but one fry and put him in his room. That's should last him till tomorrow. I grabbed all twenty-nine food balls for everyone and handed them all out, nine to room one, ten to room two, ten to room three, and one to the punishment room. Poor thing. She's been in there awhile. I was stopped by Foster on my way back to my office.

"It seems you forgot to put the surveillance bots in their rooms, again." They said, irritation slipping through his calm demeanor. I straightened up.

"Sorry, just not use to it yet I suppose." He squinted.

"You should get used to it then." I nodded and went back to the sleeping rooms, unplugging the two robots from their respective rooms. The two white robots, dubbed "David" and "Dora" were these invasive robots Foster made to listen for audio. I switched David between rooms one and two each day but Dora stayed in room three every day. They made them because the cameras they already had didn't record audio, I hated them. So I purposely forgot to put them in their room. I set them both down and wiped my hands on my coat. Poor things can't even get privacy.

- - -

Golfball finished her food and approached the new thing in their room.

"What is this? It's always here!" She whispered to Tennis Ball, who also looked on curiously.

"Well... I don't know!" He whispered back. The defectives took up most of the room, so the effectives kept their distance. By effectives, that meant Needle, the only effective in the room. So she kept her distance, no matter how alone she felt.

"Well, it says David on the back of their head!" Flower said, standing behind the thing. Golfball looked at it, before gasping and turning to Tennis Ball.

"Check! Check! Is my name on my back!?" She asked excitedly, standing in front of him.

"Hmmm. Nope! How about me?"

"Nope. Then why those that thing have one? No fair!" Tennis Ball complained. Golfball stared at it.

"Can you talk?" She asked it. It didn't respond.

"Maybe it's like Teardrop." Tennis Ball said. They both looked to Teardrop, who shrugged. Golfball groaned.

"Maybe we should just avoid it, that will probably fix it." She said confidently. Tennis Ball nodded and they both walked away from the thing to grab a book to read.

Fries and Donut grabbed from the pile of shredded books for their favorite game. They shredded book pages, put the ripped pieces on Puffball's head, then she floated to the ceiling and shakes her head, sprinkling the pieces down onto everyone, who tries to catch them. Whoever had the most wins. The idea freaked Book out a little, and Donut found it disrespectful, but of course, they both played. Puffball raised to the ceiling and shook her head. Everyone cheered and ran around, trying to catch as many as they can.

"I'm sure I won!" Ruby said happily, as everyone sat in a circle to count their pieces.

"I have fifty-eight!" Fries yelled confidently. Donut groaned, throwing his hands down.

"Thirty-seven..." he said sadly. Ruby threw all her pieces in the air.

"Only twenty-five!" She cried. Book, Bomb, Yellow Face, and Gelatin all had lower numbers.

"I only have fourteen! That's so unfair I can barely grab any!" Nickel complained, kicking all the pieces off his lap.

"Well we all play the same so it's your fault you suck!" Puffball said, laughing at him. Nickel kicked his leg up at her, but she dodged it, giggling.

"Okay, but now to address whatever that is." Fries said pointing at the new thing in their room.

"I thought they might play with us..." Puffball said, disappointed. Fries stood, standing in front of the thing.

"They keep showing up, but they don't do anything!" Donut complained. Book opened herself up.

"Here, Bomb check my pages for something about them!" Bomb quickly began reading through the pages.

"I don't see anything!" He said angrily.

"Maybe It's so new! It's not in Book!" Ruby theorized. They all thought about it.

"Yeah, I guess that seems right." Fries said, shrugging it off.

"Let's just do what we want and leave it alone." He said, beginning to collect the page pieces. Everyone agreed and began helping.

- - -

I sighed, the weight of work heavy on my shoulder as I collected all my things. I let everyone leave their rooms and go to sleep. I plugged in the robots to charge, still hating everything about them. As I was about to leave, Foster called out to me.

"Why don't you make sure they're all at the proper temperature before you go, damn thing keeps getting to warm."

"Right away!" I responded, walking back into the main area and into the lab. The room had a new fridge, bigger and better. It was a bit overwhelming and always made a loud humming. I opened the large door and checked the small thermometer inside and it was still at a good temperature. My eyes wandered down to the fridges contents. With a bigger fridge, came more of Foster's tubes. The fridge had twelve, and each one had a new object.

I feel likeCrazy idea

This was not expected for some

Sorry I guess haha

But we aren't ignoring last chapter and stuff

Just give it a bit

:•)