escape from sick school

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In the rooms hidden underground, the air seems to carry the tide from the ground.

Dark corners are the best petri dishes for mold and darkness.

Candle tears formed a thick layer of dirt on the children's desk, and the candle flames surrounded the darkness and crackled dully.

The dim yellow slanted a horizontal line on the ground, swaying past the general furnishings in this space: a children's desk, a set of children's beds, a few cardboard boxes stacked randomly, and a stale and rotten food in the corner. The viscous filth like residue was spotted by mosquitoes and ants nearby, and it was covered with criss-crossing ink lines. Under the dim and ambiguous candlelight, everything seemed to be covered with a gorgeous and decayed coat of old fairy tales.

"Tick tock, tick tock, tock tock~"

The brisk and bright notes of the music box suddenly sounded, and the scale swirled upwards, piercing the stagnant silence of the room.

"Da da——..." The music box suddenly made a short ending sound, and the gears "da" intermittently a few times and then "la" firmly.

A faint sigh fell on the music box.

The candle flickered a few times as if startled, and finally noticed an out-of-fit giant sitting next to the cradle on the bed—the dim yellow candlelight covered it with a layer of gold, and the white pear-shaped body was cold and glowing with metal. Gloss—maybe its "eyes" are too soft, but it is wonderfully integrated into this situation at this moment.

"Tick...tick...tick..."

The white pear-shaped robot carefully listened to the movement of the music box barely in tune, and stared at the small music box in its hand—an old photo of a little boy. The eyes of the robot were full of seriousness and concentration.It seemed to remember something—maybe it was a good memory from the past, its eyes became softer, and it whispered softly following the melody

hummed:

"stay with me you will never be sad."

"ii will embrace,"

(I wanna hug,)

"embrace your bubbles your fluids and keep you warm,"

(Embrace your bubble your love | liquid to keep you warm)

"theni will squeeze out"

(then I'm going to unscrew it)

"squeeze out your germs your spore your viruses,"

(wring out your bacteria your spores your viruses)

The electronic male voice hovers low beside the cradle with the sound of tick-tock music, like a densely entangled thin thread.

"ii will embrace,"

(I want to hug)

The pear-shaped robot carefully stood up holding the music box, still singing softly, and its huge body immediately covered half of the shadow.

"embrace your members your bones and keep your cool"

(Hug your mucous membranes, your fleshy bones to let you enjoy the cool)

It walked past the desk, past the cardboard boxes, past the mold under the corner of the wall, and around the stairs, the wooden floor was creaked.

It pushed the secret door above the head, and the light couldn't wait to dispel a few wisps of darkness and then drowned in it again - the "person" who pushed the door quickly and nimbly flashed out.

It holds the music box and skillfully avoids the coiled pipes on the floor, and the electronic sound gradually brings a touch of lightness:

"theni will squeeze out,"

(then I'm going to unscrew it)

It came to the center of the room. The place where the game cabin was originally placed is now occupied by a transparent cuboid glass cabinet. There are countless tiny bubbles stuck to the surface of the inner tank. The transparent and colorless liquid flows slowly under the action of the machine, and countless wires pass through it. The glass cabinet, through the slow flow, is connected to a pale pink brain with clear lines, moving in small increments with this fragile and delicate organ in the thick and slippery liquid.

The heavy torso in the "body" seemed to feel the same source, and began to tremble slightly.The robot stared at the brain almost obsessively, as if looking at a beloved lover—as if it really gave birth to human emotions.

It puts the music box on the glass cabinet, and then sticks it to the cabinet wall, humming in a low voice at the place closest to the brain, like whispering in sympathy to the world, or like an elder whispering to a child:

"squeeze out your vill,"

(wring out your evil)

"yourgrim,"

(your misfortune)

"and your woe."

(your frustration)

The robot snuggled quietly beside the glass jar.

END.

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