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"Can I... Go up there... With the rest of them. It's just really lonely down here and... well. I need someone to replace a person I lost." I look at him. My face felt like it was on fire when he grabbed me. "I-I don't think... I mean, they might be done eating."

"Oh. Can we check?" His eyes were full of sorrow. Normally I could ignor him, but I can't. Not now. "I-I guess." I unlock his cage, I walk in and take his hand. We leave the cage, we head to the top floor. when we get there, I hear a bunch of children yelling my name. "Derick's back! He's back!"

"You're pretty famous. I honestly thought they would have hated you."

"I don't treat them like my father does." A child walks up to me. "Papa, can we have more food?"

"Aaaaah, sure?" The children jump up getting in a line. I let go of Connors hand. He walks toward the crowd of kids, sitting in a seat. "Hey, aren't you that child who fought off that old man?" Connor nodded. "Yeah, but I don't have to anymore. I'm Derick's personal project."

"Woah. Hey guys this kid is papa's personal project! isn't he lucky?" The children begin to crowd Connor, sooner or later, he was out of sight. "Papa?"

"Yeah! we call him papa because he reminds us of our fathers. He can cook, he's sweet, and he turns red really easily. Most importantly, he know how to give us the time of our lives." The children all chat as if they were at school. Worry free, like they had forgotten where they were. Who knew I could create such an affect, just by letting them get a little air. "Hey! Everyone!" A child runs up to me. "Do you think we could all be his personal projects." What? I pause, with a surprised face. "W-wait. I- Father wouldn't allow it-" They all give me a look. Sorrow displayed on each Childs face. "But... But you have to... Or else..." they all begin to cry. "no, nonononononono, don't... don't cry... don't..." My body gets heavy, the sounds of the children begin to fade. "He's gonna fall!!"