A Puppy? (P4)

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Steve peeled an eye open, watching the raven haired woman warily. He watched as she stared at a small, wimpering form across the room. Steve made sure he seemed asleep, focusing on the shivering body. He spotted a patch of unruly curls, thinking about what it could be.

Oh! They must be extracting DNA from a poodle of some sort.

Steve inwardly smiled at himself, ignoring the thought at the back of his mind, telling him "Thats no dog, its not a dog, Steve!"

And then, to his absolute horror, the scientist sat down, blocking his view.

"Very good, now, S-2." She ruffled his head, watching in wonder as a light color bled from his scalp, streaking outwards. She hummed, turning the being's head carefully, watching it's face for something.

As her Supervisor told her it would, the area under his eyes split apart in small lines, blood dribbling down, mixing with what she realized was also tears. Woffing smiled crazedly, as one of the slits opened, revealing a quickly darkening eye. The black climbed the eye, fizzing off at his irises, instead turning a deep, blood red.

"Very good. We'll get you a better present tomorrow. " She wiped sweat off his hair with napkin, seemingly from nowhere. She draped the sheet over his face, turning him around. "Go easy on your back."

MWAAHAH, TO BE CONTINUED AGAIN

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