Chapter Text
In the halls of Hawkins lab, Brenner made his way down the hall. He was going to where two of his, admittedly many, children were. These specific children were 011, his breakthrough, his little girl, his favorite experiment. And 002, a replacement, though successful he currently had no use, he wasn’t needed. Wanted. At least for now.
Unfortunately, 002 and his little girl had grown close. She was constantly asking to see her ’brother’, and 002 would happily accept. Though the ’siblings’ noticed that over time, Papa kept making their play times shorter and shorter. Today, Brenner had decided that this play time would be their last.
He needed his little girl, his 011 to focus. Her tests were only going to get harder from now and he didn’t need to have 002 be a distraction from that. He never understood how the pair got along so well, especially considering that 002, in his experiments, had almost completely lost his ability to speak.
Brenner opened the door to see his young children playing with small delicate ice sculptures. There were people, animals, cars. 002 had obviously made them, they were based on the books his Papa had read to him when he was smaller. The pair looked up to see their Papa standing in the doorway, quickly 002 had placed his right hand on the toys and melted them until they had completely evaporated.
“Eleven it’s time to go.” Papa stated.
“But-“ 011 had begun but was cut off.
“No buts Eleven. Papa says it’s time to go.” Brenner grunted.
011 shared a sad look with her brother and started walking to Papa, but 002 quickly pulled her into a hug. The small girl could feel the rough scars from her brother's body and face rub against her, but she didn’t mind. Brenner quickly forced the pair apart, not so gently pushing 002 away.
“Papa-“ 011 starting seeing her brother land on the ground, but she was quickly pulled away.
“You know not to touch Eleven, Two. Do you want her to be burnt like you, get hurt by you!?” Brenner shouted at the small boy, as he frantically shook his head, unable to physically say no.
“You know better than to disobey Papa, Two.” Brenner stated, bringing out something. Four guards suddenly appeared from the halls and split into pairs, one half to 011, the other to 002.
Both children knew what was about to happen. The Closet. 011 quickly started pleading for them to stop, the closet scared them both, sometimes they spent hours in there. All alone, stuck in the small room, begging for Papa to let them out. One pair grabbed 002 by his arms and yanked him to his feet and began dragging the poor boy away.
“Papa no! He didn’t hurt! I’m okay! Please!” 011 cried but it wasn’t any use, the pair were dragged down the hall, a few feet away from each other.
011’s cries continued while 002 barely moved a muscle, silently crying. They had made it to 011’s ‘room’ and brought her inside before locking the door. All 002 could hear was his sister begging for him not to be punished. The scarred boy was thrown into the closet, and just before the door shut, he saw his Papa looking down at him with a cold expression.
“This will be the last time you see Eleven. Ever.” Brenner said before slamming the door shut, leaving 002 to crumble in the corner silently crying as he continued to hear the faint sounds of his sister's pleads.
*•~Emo-Space-Tea~•*