POV: Sherlock
As the door on the other side was opened, three people entered the room, Sherlock's eyes went wide.
'People. Actual people.', he thought to himself, 'Children, to be exact. Other children.'
Two kids (a boy and a girl) and one adult entered the room on the opposite side of the glass plate.
They were both near his age, equally tall and had an expression on their face, Sherlock was unfamiliar with.
The boy had sandy blond hair, green eyes, and wore a brown jumper with a hedgehog stitched on.
The girl had brown hair and eyes, and wore a light blue dress with a white jacket.
That's all he could read off of them, and that was one of his problems:
He,
1. Couldn't read nor understand human emotions
2. Was unable to read other children
This meant, that he was absolutely clueless in right now.
Obviously he was in here for an experiment, the other children being part of it, but he had no idea if it was going to be painful, fun or neutral, judging by the look of the children's faces.
After a few minutes of silence, the woman on next to him introduced him to the children.
"Hello", she said, " my name is Mrs.V and this boy next to me is Sherlock. Say hello, Sherlock."
"Hello.", he said flavourless.
"Hi!", the girl squeaked, " I'm Molly and this is John. It's great to meet you!"
This confused him. "How can you be so sure about that?", he asked, " we've seen each other for about five seconds and for all you know, I could be a psychopath."
The girl, apparently called "Molly", frowned.
"What are we doing here?", John asked the man next to them.
The man, who was obviously having an affair with his boss, only looked at the woman on his side. She continued talking:"This is an opportunity for Sherlock, ", she pointed at him, " to have a bit of contact with other children, as he doesn't go outside a lot." She plastered a smile on her face, that was faker than the love towards her husband, and looked at John and Molly.
John looked at the boy suspiciously: "But why do grown ups have to be here?"
His question wasn't answered, the woman just kept smiling.
Molly started talking again:"What do you like to do?", she asked him.
"I play the violin and write in my free time.", he answered. Not wanting to reveal too much, as he knew there'd be a punishment if he did.
They talked for two more hours, Molly and John receiving snacks when they got hungry, Sherlock wasn't offered any.
He found out a lot about the two kids, even if most of it was deduced by the way they acted. They liked to play with other kids, watching movies and, something that Sherlock has never done, went outside. He internally promised himself to ask them what it was like to see the sun, or go to a "playground", when he had the chance to.
One thing they all had in common were books, even though their reading levels were very far apart, the kids all loved to imagine the little stories. While Sherlock was more focused on science-related books, like biology and melittology, Molly and John loved fantasy and romance novels.
'Their interest in thrillers will develop in a few years', Sherlock thought to himself.
"Alright, kids, that's enough for today." Mrs.V told the kids, "We're gonna have Molly and John visit Sherlock every week from now on."
Sherlock thought this sort of experiment was strange, but had to admit that he quite enjoyed the time with the other two kids.
"Oh!", Molly squeaked, " Mrs.V? Would it be ok if we brought Sherlock our favourite books next time? Maybe he likes them too!" John eagerly nodded next to her.
Mrs.V replied:"That's a wonderful idea, dear. Sure, you can bring a few books here."
This surprised Sherlock; they wanted to share with him. They thought he was nice enough to show some of their possessions to him.
"Bye, Sherlock!" John said, possibly smiling at him. Molly waved as well when they went out of the door on their side.
Mrs.V said a few words of Chinese into her earpiece and lead him out of the room afterwards.
While walking to his room, he made a mental note to take a few books with him next week as well.
~*~*~*~*~
The next few days went by as usual; waking up, eating, experiments, going to sleep. That was it.
He used thinking as a form of passing time, he found his head way too cluttered with mental notes and requested a few books on "The making of a Mind Palace" to sort his thoughts a bit better and even achieved to visualize the first room, containing his mental notes of his questions about the "playground" and his note to take the books with him.
He has tried to imagine John, and Molly too, standing inside of the small room but hadn't seen enough of them yet.
He got startled, out of the sorting he did in his mind palace, by a knock on his bedroom door. He unwillingly got up and opened said door, an old man standing in front of him now.
All the man did, was to give him a letter and leave.
Sherlock curiously sat down at his desk, the letter in hand, and turned on his desk lamp, as it was already very dark outside.
Using a pencil to open the letter, he quickly retrieved the piece of paper inside. As he read the first two words, he smiled to himself;
"Dear Sherlock"
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