How about Lemon Cookie's childhood?
Scientists murmur around the child, one who is entirely oblivious to what those in lab coats speak to him. Lemon was never sure of anything, his schedule was always changing. The only thing that remained consistant was the nameless faces and his own name.
"Mx. B------- H----?" Lemon asked, gently taking ahold of one of the scientist's coat sleeves. The only reason how he knew their name was from replication of what others spoke. "When's snack time??" The gaze he recieved was one of scorn, to which he recieved no answer. The only thing he recieved was a tug of the coat out of his grip and being pointed onwards. Right, yet another testing chamber. He couldn't count how many of these he'd been in- but he knows it was more than 5! That was as high as he could count, anyways.
Stomach growling beyond the test, Lemon found himself upset by the lack of food. He's hungry! How much longer would he have to wait?!
Stopped before he could enter another chamber, one of the scientists stopped him, kneeling down closer to his height. The language spoke was unknown to Lemon- it sounded more alien than anything else. He wondered if these people around him were aliens as his hand was taken. "Mx. C------ O--..." He'd nearly whine, knowing that this speech he didn't understand could last far longer than he wanted it to. Though, pleasantly, it was only a few moments... C------ always was the kindest person he knew. And his hand was left with a snack bar, too! He was familiar with this brand, the kind that was only given by C------ O--, the kind that was always delicious!
With a quick little 'thank you', Lemon began to open it up, the wrapper crinkling loudly in his hands. This seemed to set the scientist into a minor panic, shooing the little test subject into the chamber while he was still fumbling with his food.
It wasn't until after the chamber door closed that Lemon heard plenty of shouting from the other end of the door. He took a bite of his snack and cautiously stepped away from the door, not realizing he wasn't even chewing out of fear. Just what was going on out there?
...and why was his snack so bitter?