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Childfies skips along the halls, looking around the empty cells. He wasn't supposed to be here, but he didn't know where Janitorfies had gone, or if Directionfies was somewhere, so he was trying to find the elevator by himself.
It would be fine! He was smart, his creator said so, and his creator would never lie to him.
Well. Childfies hoped so. But he knew the other hid looots of stuff from him.
Before that line of thought could continue, Childfies sees one of the cells that have a clone on them. He yelps, sprinting over and putting his hands on the glass, staring at the clone.
It was curled up on the corner of the room, so deep in its head it doesn't notice the ruckus he made.
His creator was gonna be so mad at him later.
“Hellooo?” Childfies calls out, pressing his face in the glass. The clone doesn't acknowledge him.
It doesn't seem all that bad, so maybe it's here by mistake.
No, Childfies slaps his cheeks, it definitely did something bad! His creator would never commit such a silly mistake, nor would any of the others.
Its voice sounds out, scratchy and offkey, it instantly makes Childfies tense. “You're not supposed to be here.” It spoke bluntly. Not that the clone wasn't right, but it could've at least said hi first!
“Oh, um.” He wets his lips, still tense. Maybe he should go back. Continue trying to find an exit.
Childfies stops that line of thought. He'd just get lost again, and maybe the clone could help him. Maybe.
“The other clones call me Childfies!” Childfies said brightly. Clones didn't usually get “proper” names, though he didn't get why, all the characters in the books he read had those different names, and the clones had what defined them followed by -fies, but he'd never found the courage to ask his creator about it. He figured that was just something unspoken and he'd get in trouble for asking.
Maybe it was just because they weren't really people.
The clone didn't respond. Childfies could guess why. It probably didn't get something to be called before being discarded. It was something Childfies could sympathize with, since the same had almost happened to him.
He didn't know why his creator spared him, but maybe it was better to not question it.
It was okay, though. He's sure it’ll speak again! Soon!
.. Probably.