The intercom turns on with a static hiss and a voice comes out of it "Subject 27, your testing will begin in 15 minutes" The voice is silenced as the intercom hisses once more.
A slender teen stands up from his crouched position. He looks around at his padded cell he's all too familiar with. He stretches, the outline of his ribs clearly visible. "The men behind the glass are eager to run tests." Subject 27 says as he puts on his favorite straitjacket.
He inspects the torn ends of the sleeves that have blood stained on them. "Cleaning girl forgot to clean off red milk from favorite jacket." He sniffs the ends deeply and his pupils dilate as he laughs to himself. "I can still remember the pain. I can feel it's echos."
A few minutes pass and the metallic door on the other side of the room opens, Subject 27 is sitting on the far side wall. Three men step out, two in heavy duty armour with electric buttons out and guns holstered. The third squeezes past the two big armoured men and speaks while readjusting his glasses. "Subject 27, it's time for your daily tests to begin." The man is tall, blond with short hair, a clean lab coat and glasses that seem to always reflect the light in a way so you never can see his eyes.
Subject 27 stands up slowly as he's been thought. "Red milk stains my favorite jacket's sleeves" The man let's out a sigh and gestures the men to move. "I'll have it sorted out." The man in the coat said. The men walked over and took the belts hanging off his jacket and restrain him. "Tighty tight tight!! Normal person could not escape with all person's might!!" The man in the coat let out another sigh and walked out, where the two men in armour dragged Subject 27 with.
They arive in a concrete room with safety tape and scorch marks everywhere. The man in the coat spoke "Today we will be testing and training your restoration abilities." Subject 27 frowned "This is my favorite jacket though! It has been through hard tests and back with me the longest!" The man in the coat gestures the two men to release him.
"You will be wearing a suit we specially designed for this." Subject 27 giggles manically. "More toys? Toys never live long. Some toys tried to kill me!" The man in the coat rolls his eyes "Just put it on." Subject 27 goes to the designated area and puts on the suit, it's a skin tight suit for the upper and lower body. It's blue with grey trims. The suit itself is no thicker then a few centimeters. He comes back out and waves his arms around. "I feel so light!! Lighter than light!" The man in the coat and the two men are nowhere to be seen.
The intercom turns on with a hiss. "Please turn your attention to the red dot on the wall." Subject 27 did as he was told and stop flapping his arms like an awkward bird.
A very bulky turret folded out of the walls, aimed at Subject 27 and made beeping noise. Subject 27 notices it, but pays it no mind. The intercom hisses again. "Please stay still and do not attack the turret." Subject 27 looked at the intercom and responded with an enthusiastic. "Okie Dokie!" The turret then fired several times into Subject 27's right arm and shoulder, to witch he stood still as instructed and winced at the pain, but didn't have enough time to comprehend it fully before the bullets exploded with his entire arm and shoulder along with it.
Subject 27 cried out in pain and shortly after it turned into insane laughter, making even the people behind the glass get chills. A red mass of tendrils shoot out of where his shoulder and arms was to form vague versions of them. The tendrils start to form muscles and tendons, while Subject 27 admires the gruesome sight with a twisted smile, still laughing. As his skins cells begin to form, he notices that the suit he's wearing is also repairing itself, but at a very slower rate than Subject 27. "The toy is alive!!! It is alive!!!" Subject 27 exclaims in maniacal glee.
After Subject 27 finished regenerating his right arm and shoulder the man in the coat walked in with the two armoured men. "Test successful. Prototype C879-42 proved to have worked, but it's repair time is slow and it's protection is almost none existent." Subject 27 sighs loudly and over dramatically. "Your toys always have such long names! Regenasuit is much easier and cooler sounding!" The man in the coat writes something down on his tablet and readjusts his glasses. "You may now change, Subject 27."
After Subject 27 changed his clothes and the man and the coat folded the suit into a briefcase, Subject 27 came out visibly upset. "Where is my favorite jacket?!" The man in the coat calmly gestured the two men to lower their guns and spoke. "Calm down, I had it to be cleaned. Plus, you're testing isn't over yet and I doubt you'd want to ruin your favorite straitjacket." Subject 27 pouted and folded his arms. The man in the coat left with the two men right on his tail.
The intercom came on again. "please stand in the middle of the room, Subject 27." Subject 27 walked to the middle of the room and stood directly on the big "X" on the ground. "Like this, demons of the static?" The intercom turns on again. "Yes."
Metallic noises and cocking of guns could be heard from almost every direction, but Subject 27 didn't have enough time to register what's happening before his legs were shredded to pieces by heavy machine gun fire. Just as he was regaining his composure, a missile blows off his entire lower body.
He falls to the ground with a loud thud. He laughs as tears roll down his face and he looks at his missing lower half. "Would this make me Subject 13½ now?" He laughs insanely at his own joke. The intercom hisses back to life "You may now defend yourself."
Subject 27's eyes narrow and his twisted smile grows from ear to ear and his teeth grows razor sharp. Six tendrils shoot out of his bottom half and form armoured spider like legs. Another missile flies toward him, but he jumps up over it and lands next to the turret that fired it. The turret slowly rotates to face him, Subject 27 unhinges his jaw and bites a massive chunk out of the turret. Several turrets aim at him and start firing, he deflects most of the bullets with his armored spider legs and dodges the rest. He jumps at two turrets and pierce through them with his legs. He turns his body 180° and fires a missile out of his gapping mouth, destroying several turrets. Two robotic hands protrude out of the walls and grab two of his spider legs. He slices one hand with his free leg and successfully escape, but not without one leg getting torn off and the other dislocated. He tears off his dislocated leg, straightens it, breaks it in half and uses it as daggers to slice apart the remaining turrets all the while his legs readjust to the missing legs and adapt to only needing four.
He stands back on the X, his makeshift daggers dropping oil and stained with blood, his legs firmly planted in the ground, ready to jump away or towards a target and his horrific gaping maw with razor like teeth, wires oil staining his teeth black and no tongue in sight the void that is his mouth to make more room for his prey.
The intercom turns on after awhile with the man in the coat's voice coming out of it, somewhat distorting it. "That concludes our daily training for now."
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My Psycho Accademia
FanfictionThis is a MHA oc fanfiction. a quirkless boy was taken away from his parents when he was a baby and grew up in a facility where they conducted human experiments, trying to figure out and test the best combination of quirks that they can put into a s...
