Papa Loves Me

by solangewrites

Dark fic containing every sort of evil. Experiment Eleven has spent her whole life confined in the lab. She has never dreamed of anything else. Papa wouldn't allow it. But one day, someone new comes. A boy. Eleven must question everything she thought she knew, including the primary tenet of her life- Papa.

4. October 17th, 1983

October 17th, 1983.

12

There is a new man today. I notice him reading a chart when I am taken to be measured and weighed. Papa makes sure this happens every month. He wants me to stay healthy, so I can help with my powers.

The new man doesn't look very old. He looks more like me than the other men.

"Is this the prodigy?" I hear Papa ask one of the men as I stand on a scale.

"Yes sir. Got here from university just yesterday." The man responds.

"He's fifteen, correct?" Papa has his thinking face on.

"Yes sir. Youngest employee we've ever had."

"He's got what we're looking for." Papa replies before turning to look at me. I tense up and look at the ground. Papa doesn't like when I eavesdrop on his conversations. I step off the scale and go through all that I am asked to do.

Papa looks over the new man- no, boy- for a minute.

"Bring him over here." He tells the doctor.

"Michael. Come here. Boss wants to meet you." The doctor instructs the boy, who finally looks up.

"Yes sir." He walks over, a nervous smile on his face. He is tall, thin. He has thick black hair surrounding his face. His eyes are a deep, deep brown. Scattered on his cheeks are brown circles. I have not seen anything like them before. All the other men are one color throughout.

He does not see me.

"I'm Dr. Brenner." Papa shakes hands with Michael as the nurse tells me to remove my clothes. I take my gown and my plain white underwear off without any hesitation, trembling slightly in the cool room.

"Believe me, I know. Sir." Michael says awkwardly. Papa smiles tightly. "I'm Michael Wheeler. Everyone calls me Mike though."

"Well, Mike, let's hope that your work here is more representative of your IQ than your social skills. That was why we hired you, after all."

"Of course, sir." Michael agrees. "I'll just get back to work then." Papa nods, eyes already fixed on some new piece of data he's being presented with. Mike steps away from Papa and finally sees me. His cheeks turn red as he sees my body from across the room. Then his eyes meet mine.

I feel trapped as the doctor examines my body. His eyes are wide and confused and his mouth opens for a split second before snapping shut. He turns around and walks to where he was working previously. Why did he look at me like that? It was different than the others. His gaze had felt strange on my skin, making me feel like I was doing something wrong.

I consider this as I slip back into my clothing.