• Day 7: Maintenance | Not being acknowledged • Masterlist •
Warnings: Self dehumanisation, lab settings.
Drill was simple. Stay still. Let the people do their jobs. Whumpee could do that, really. Not being talked to was a blessing at most times. It meant no orders, no tasks.
But today was maintenance day.
That wasn't supposed to change anything. Whumpee was still supposed to sit through without talking. But the last two training exercises almost failed because of sudden pain in its right knee. Something was wrong with it.
"Sir," Whumpee tried, too meek. It didn't use words too much. It always felt quite uncomfortable because no one had to listen it. It didn't have the right to bother people.
It went ignored.
Blood got drawn, eyes checked. Many things connected to its body and then got taken off. It tried talking again a few times. It didn't even get hushed. It got pushed around from rooms to rooms, passing by other weapons and overseers. Machine after machine and tests after tests were exhausting, but at none of those Whumpee was listened.
Until its knee popped and twisted when a doctor tried to fold it more than it could.
Punishment for not reporting faulty parts of it was going to haunt it for days.