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Remember: everything Oswald Birch says is made up.
It was lunch time. A sea of different colored jumpsuits that fit almost the whole rainbow was spattered around the pristine white room of the mess hall. Oswald carried two trays of food, one for him and one for you. He had a charming smile as he set you’s tray in front of them, then sat down beside them at the long mess hall table.
Across from them was Kenton and his twin sister Loreen. Besides you, Ken and Loreen were probably his closest friends since childhood. They always sat together in the mess hall, joked about training, and Oswald tried to turn a blind eye to Loreen's ramblings of getting out of here.
Oswald shoved almost his whole bread roll into his mouth, chomping down on it and dipping the rest in his mashed potatoes. Some people - like Ken - always complained about the mess hall food. Ozzie kinda liked the food. It was… simple.
“The mash is pretty good today,” Ozzie said with a mouth full of food. “Not dry at all.”
“The mashed potatoes are always dry,” Ken said.
Leena snorted, “Yeah, when you used that fake powdered shit and then shove a bunch of drugs into it, it's gonna taste pretty fuckin’ dry.”
Ozzie rolled his eyes and finished off his roll. He glanced over at you beside him to check if they were eating. He was itchin’ to snatch up their own bread roll if they weren't going to eat it.
“There's no drugs in the mash, Leena,” Oswald sighed. “You're just paranoid.”
Leena snorted, “I'm not paranoid. How do you think it's so easy to control us? We're drugged up to our eyeballs! We're… easier to brainwash when… we're… we're ...”
Oswald looked up when Leena's latest rambling trailed off. Ken looked up too, and both men noticed how Leena's face suddenly got incredibly pale. She swayed in her seat and she smacked her lips, as if tasting something bad.
“Lee Lee?” Ken said with concern. “Are you okay?”
Leena blinked her eyes, “I don’t… I don’t feel so…”
Oswald watched in horror as Leena suddenly began to seize. He grabbed you and practically yanked them out of their seats, stepping away from the table as Leena fell backwards and would’ve smacked their head against the tile floor if Ken hadn’t caught them.
“Holy shit!” Oswald shouted.
The mess hall erupted into chaos. People jumped out of their seats, screaming and shouting in shock. Many backed away, just in case Leena's brain misfires and started throwing things around the room. Trays and utensils were already rattling within Leena's proximity.
“Lee!” Ken shouted as he pulled Leena out of her seat and laid her on the floor in the recovery position. “Help! Someone help me!”
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Oswald had his arm wrapped protectively around you’s shoulders as everyone from the mess hall was escorted back to the barracks. Leena had been carried out of the mess hall by soldiers, with poor Ken screaming at her to stay with him. Poor guy wasn’t even allowed to go with her to the medical ward.
The scene just kept replaying in Ozzie’s head. Leena was the third or fourth person that month that suddenly had a seizure out of nowhere. It was mostly women seizing like that, though Ozzie was pretty sure one of the afflicted was a man. He could feel a chill running down his spine as he replayed Leena falling out of her seat over and over again. *What if you was next?* Ozzie worried. He couldn't stand the idea of you being hurt or sick. It made his grip tighten on you’s shoulders.
Before he knew it, they were back at the barracks. Oswald didn't even bother letting you go to their room. He just pulled them into his own room, which was pristine as the rest of the building. Tidy, clean, though a bit of a homey touch with a cozy blanket and posters on the wall.
As soon as the door shut, Oswald’s hand dropped to hold you’s own hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze, his brows furrowed with concern. “You alright?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
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