[Center][color=A290F5][H1]Felix Jones — MY-1801-FJ[/H1][/color][/Center]
Even if he could no longer recall it the boy had spent the vast majority of his life in Facility B, to the point where even before he’d lost them his earliest memories were spent surrounded by various anomalous beings within Facility B's stark white halls. Consequently, the boy's idea of what could be considered normal had been stretched to an absolutely absurd degree, so much so that when the boy saw the shadowed figure step out from their room across the hall from him, the boy was neither frightened by its inhuman appearance, nor did he find it at all odd to see such an imposing figure holding such a cute plushie. In fact, in his own mind, the boy could find nothing out of the ordinary about the scene in front of him at all. No, instead what caused the boy to shrink away from the demonic-looking figure, was the sight of it waving at him, years of limited human interaction having conditioned the boy into being shy around those he was unfamiliar with. 

The boy averted his gaze, letting an awkward silence hang between the pair for several long moments as he fidgeted and tried to work out what to say. Finally, the boy looked back up at the shadowed figure and spoke, [color=A290F5]“Um… could you please tell me what’s going on?”[/color], the boy asked, frowning for a moment before adding, [color=A290F5]“… I think I forgot?”[/color]. 

Having asked his question, the boy’s shyness subsided, if only a by little, as he stared at the shadowy figure with expectant, hopeful eyes and awaited a response. As needlessly awkward as he’d made the encounter the boy still felt rather pleased with himself for having successfully spoken to an unfamiliar human being, sensing that that was probably some kind of personal achievement for him. 

[@Bartimaeus]