(Past of the past, I think that is how you would say that?)

Dark. All it was, dark. I could barely see. All I could do was think, because if I was heard talking, I would get beat again. I didn't want to know what was to happen next if I was heard. Tears of silent crying roll down my cheeks and for some reason they hurt. It only made me cry more. I was tired of the torture, I was tired of the pain. I missed Mom and Dad. I was braking... All of a sudden I was able to hear a conversation between the man and his... Soldiers, I think??

"NO!"

"Why, WHY CAN'T I MAKE HER AN ENTITY!?!?" Ouch, wrong pronouns.. HE/HIM OR IT/ITS, THANK YOU-

"Fire me if you want, but what you're doing is wrong." I then heard a scream of pure pain.

(LE TIMEO SKIPPO TO LE PRESENT OF LE PAST TIMELINEO- [Real life ADHD- Sorry..] )

I have it now. I have my new name. If they see me as an entity, Well, then fuck it, I am one. I was at a desk and my head shot up like I just woke from a dream of falling. Null looked scared and shocked.

"You ok?"

"I have it."

"What is it?"

"Call me... Entity 303." Oh, the nicknames that would arise from that.

"Nice name."

I chuckle. "Thanks..."

"You're welcome. Oh, by the way, I'd like to know your pronouns."

"He/Him or It/Its."

"Noted, thank you."

"Yup."

(SORRY IT WAS SHORT-)