le child: *just sitting there*
Scientist 1: okay, that makes sense,
Scientist 1: when you wake up have any of your family members had scratches or marks, say scratches that resemble hoof marks of insect forelegs?
(only your older brother/sister/Non-Binary sibling/genderqueer/fluid sibling, but he/she/they/other pronoun were wlays a bit of a bitch to you)
Carrion: *dont an-sw-er, her bad*
le child: ... *punches glass so hard it cracks* SHUT UP OK! I SAID I WOULDN'T SCREAM BUT YOU'RE JUST.... UGH! I DON'T LIKE QUESTIONS SO WILL YOU STOP ASKING THEM! I-I-I. I HATE THIS SHI**Y PLACE AND I HATE YOU AND I HATE THIS DUMB GLASS BOX AND I HATE YOUR F***ING BOSS OK! I'M NOT GONNA SIT HERE AND WATCH EVERYTHING CRUMBLE AROUND ME! I WILL GET OUT OF HERE AND WHEN I DO YOU'LL BE SORRY YOU EVER GOT THIS JOB! (she learned shi* and f*** from that older sibling. They say it a lot.)
(yea k)
scientist 1: LOOK I KNOW YOURE PROBLIBY UPSET AND SCARED OK??? I WAS TO! BUT YOU JUST HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT! MAYBE IF I CONVINCE MY BOSS YOURE NOT DANGEROUS HE'LL GIVE YOU A REAL ROOM BUT THATS THE LEAST I CAN DO OK?.........now just get through the questions, i havent even written down your real answers, so it doesnt matter what you say, ill just write the answers that'll prove to my boss what he wants to hear, so maybe you'll at least get a better room