Jacksepticeye and the Mad Scientists

What have you done?!

Sean yelps as you pierce his neck. His sweet, metallic-tasting blood is the most delicious and satiating thing you have ever had. It's like you've never had a real meal before this, everything else is pathetic in comparison. Sean yelps and curses as he tries to wriggle out of your grip. You grab him tighter. He is weak compared to you. He beats his wings and struggles but you hold onto him with ease, his blood fuelling you.

It doesn't take too long before his struggling gets weaker then he passes out, leaving you to loosen your grip and enjoy yourself. The taste of the blood and the fuel it gives you is almost orgasmic. You continue to take large gulps like a young child with a sippy cup, gasping for air in-between swallows. You cradle Sean's limp body. He's so light. You assume it has something to do with the augmentation and the wings. You feel like you could snap him in half. Your stomach becomes full and you lick his bite mark clean, savoring the taste. As the adrenaline rush starts to wear off you start to process the situation from a sober standpoint. The shock starts to grip you. You suddenly recoil from him and stand up. Then you squat down and put your hand over your mouth, trying to contain your emotions.

'What have I done?' You think to yourself. You press your hand harder against your mouth to prevent yourself from throwing up at the thought of it. Sean lies there on the white vinyl floor not moving. You realise and you can see him breathing weakly. It's some relief. You can't bear to look at him anymore, ashamed and overwhelmed by what you have done. You sprint to the other side of the room with the beds and throw yourself under the covers. 'Maybe if I go to sleep I'll wake up and this will all have just been a bad dream' you think to yourself distraughtly. Your mind is screaming at you as you pull the covers over your head, squeeze your eyes tight, and try to block everything out.

'You just almost killed Sean, go help him!' 'No stay away from him, you're a monster and he will hate you!' 'None of this is real, it can't be!' 'Where even am I?' 'Will I ever see my family again?' As your thoughts continue to spiral tears begin to flow down your cheeks. You sob under the covers, scared and angry. You punch the pillow in frustration, screaming out before softening to a whimper. You hug the pillow to your chest and try to calm your breathing. You release shaky breaths and try to quiet your mind. You breathe deeply for a few minutes.

'There's no way any of this can be real.' You think to yourself. The thought is comforting enough to help you relax enough to get your breath steady. 'But what if it is?' You ponder the situation and decide to approach it logically now that you seem to have more control over yourself. You think about it not being real, in that case, nothing matters, so you shouldn't worry. You then imagine it being real, you just almost killed someone you look up to, Sean was probably just as scared and confused as you were, and he will hate you more if you just abandoned him.

You pull the covers off you, noticing small flecks of blood on the sterile white sheets as you do. Sean is still limp on the floor where you left him. Your thoughts aggressively tell you to get yourself together and try to fix this situation. 'It can't really get any worse at this point.' You think...