A/n school amirite? Sorry I've been gone forever. To make up for it, I'll post another chapter tonight.
Seth woke up in a large room, sitting in a wooden chair. The scientist from before...Wire, wasn't it? Yes, Wire! He had saved him! He was sitting in a chair, waving a stick across a table. Where the stick went, scribbles and dots were left behind. "Hi Dr.Wire!" Seth grinned at the man. Wire looked up briefly, scribbled some more, and then put the stick down. "Good morning, Seth. How did you sleep?"
"Oh I just shut my eyes and it just happened."
Wire stared at him strangely, then waved the literal remark away. "Nevermind...We are about to run a few tests, just to see how you are physically."
Seth squirmed with excitement.
"What's a test?"
"It's something we do to see how you react to things, and how well you are at it."
"Sounds fun!"
"We need to do a blood test before anything else." Wire stated as he pulled out a device. It was long and cylindrical and had something sharp at the end. "This may hurt a bit." Wire warned. As he got up to take the sample, Seth scooted his chair away from Wire. Wire stared for a moment, then groaned in frustration. "It'll only hurt for a second, then you'll be fine…" Seth squirmed again, then agreed nervously. "Alright, it's easier if you shut your eyes." Wire spoke reassuringly as he rubbed something cold on Seth's arm. Seth squeezed his eyes shut as he braced himself for the pain.
"Okay, done!"
Seth opened one eye; wasn't it supposed to hurt? Dr.Wire was holding the device, which was now full of a silver fluid. It looked very nice.
"What's that?" Seth asked.
It's your blood."
"My blood?"
"Yes." Wire didn't specify any further as he put the device away and pulled out another device. This one was comprised of a stick, and a small oblong ball. Wire brought the simple device to Seth's knee and tapped it. To Seth's surprise, his leg moved without his intent. Wire did the same to the other leg. Wire put away the device and pulled something out of his coat. It had two tubes that went down into a metal circle. He stuck the two tubes in his ears and and pushed the circle against Seth's chest. Upon contact, Seth screeched and pushed Wire's arm away. Wire took a step back, surprised. "What's wrong?"
"It's cold!" Seth shrieked.
Wire let out an exasperated sigh, and rubbed his face. "Look," he spoke to Seth. " I know it's cold, but we have to do these tests. This facility is very...specific about things, and these tests are one of them. Now just hold still and think about something else; you won't feel it after a few seconds." Seth took in a deep breath, and agreed. Seth flinched as the cold metal circle pressed against his chest. Wire stopped, moved the circle higher up, closer to his shoulder. "Hang on." Wire ordered as he took the metal circle to his finger and tapped it. He flinched for a moment, then picked his clipboard and scribbled with the same stick from before.
"What are you doing?" Seth asked curiously.
"Writing down notes." he replied sharply.
"What's writing?" Seth questioned.
Wire paused for a moment, then scribbled another thing down, then spoke. "Writing is like talking, but you can see it. Like this." Wire grabbed a thin, square piece of...something and scribbled down on it. On it were specific scribbles; One was a line with three different bends, another scribble was a dot with a line under it, after that came one with a straight line with a curved one attached to the top of it, and then finally one that could only be described as a poorly drawn circle. " This says "Wire"," spoke the doctor. Seth studied the scribbles carefully, and then looked back at the doctor. "How?" He asked. Wire thought for a moment, then spoke, " each individual one makes a specific sound, and some of them together make another specific sound; this one's is "wuh"." Wire said as he pointed at the one with three bends. Seth stared longer at the letter, then went to ask another question. "What...Oh!" he stopped his question as he realized that the word "what" made a "wuh" sound. He grinned. "Wuh." he repeated to himself. Wire stared quizzically, then continued with more of the tests. He pulled out a flashlight and, without warning, shined it into Seth's eye. Seth gasped, and then slapped the flashlight out of Wire's hand. The flashlight flew across the room, and broke to pieces once it landed. "Damn it…" muttered Wire as he briskly stood up and strode across the room to pick up the remains.
"What the…?" Wire bewildered. The flashlight didn't seem to have broke upon impact, as every individual piece from the light was scattered away from each other; as if someone had taken their time taking it apart with a screwdriver. Wire picked up a piece, studied it, looked at Seth (who stared back), and then put the piece down and wrote another thing down on his clipboard. "What's wrong?" Seth asked. "It's nothing…" wire spoke absent-mindedly. He turned to look at Seth and smiled.
"How would you like your own room?"
The podium in the center of Clyde's cell had lowered before he realized what was going on. A glass lid snapped shut over the opening as it lowered. Clyde leaned forward from where he was sitting to peer down into it. One of the smaller, darker clones of Clyde in the room mimicked him. Clyde ignored it; they were annoying, but usually the only company he had. The podium began to slowly raise back up, with something in the middle of it. The smaller Clyde, standing no more than nine inches tall, had tottled backwards away from the rising podium. The lid snapped open, and he could finally figure out what was in the center. Clyde grinned from beneath his mask and stared out of the glass to the doctor in the room. "A radio!" Clyde exuberantly shouted. Wire let a small smile overcome him as he saw Clyde fiddle with the knobs, the smaller entity watching him carefully. "There was a lot of paperwork to get this through to you," wire stated, "please be careful with it." Clyde didn't seem to hear him as he flicked a button on, resulting in a catchy tune to play out. "Thank you, Doc." Clyde spoke sincerely. The music bounced around Clyde's glass cell. "But…" Clyde stood up and stared at Wire. The tune echoed aggressively throughout the cell; Wire could almost see it. He...He could see it. "I didn't think you were such a naive dumbass!" Clyde roared.
