Case 34

Sound Waves

The whirring sounds of the machinery inside the lab hummed, only Nickel's coughing being the sound that echoed everywhere. Baseball was asleep against his beanbag and Nickel was still awake, staring at the camera in his room deeply. He knew that Test Tube always looks back on the footage whenever she's out. Nickel stared into the camera's lens for hours on end, only stopping when he needed to cough or drink water, onto to stare again. He didn't smirk, laugh, move, or say anything. He just stared in an unsettling and dark way.

His eyes never left the camera. Not until Test Tube came back. He moved his body and quickly stood by the forcefield. He stared at Test Tube as she walked down the common hall where the rooms were with a big bag. Nickel noticed that the forcefield was unmuted so he spoke. "What's that you got in there? Another person to torture?" He smirked and leaned against the glowing wall in front of him. Test Tube scoffed and threw the bag into the room beside Nickel. This time, it was on his left. He tried to get a good angle on what that was, but he couldn't see a thing. Damn, I wonder who it is this time.

Nickel coughed gently and tiptoed to see Test Tube enter the room with the same needle and chip implanter. He noticed the slight blood on the needle and made a disgusted groan. "Dude, do you like, never clean that thing? You could get us infected, you sicko!" His knees trembled but he still tried standing. After a few moments, Test Tube came out again and walked back to her office which was at the end of the common hall. Nickel sighed and leaned his back against the forcefield and coughed once more. "Hey Baseball, wake up!" Baseball was a light sleeper, so as soon as he heard his name, he stood up almost immediately. "W-what? Huh? Yeah?" He groaned and sat back down onto the beanbag. His head was pounding and his feet reeked of blood and saliva. "Test Tube brought someone here, but I couldn't tell who. They were tall though." Nickel coughed once more and his feet trembled in the cold air. His breath was shaky and cold, feeling the warmth of his blood trickle down his lips.

Baseball stood and Nickel could hear his feet approach the forcefield. "Tall you say? It could be either Knife or Microphone. It could also be Paintbrush. " His head was hurting badly and he felt hungry. It was also time for him to be drinking his medicine. He could feel an approaching seizure in his veins. "Man, It's night but I really wish I could eat something right now. I'm so hungry." Baseball leaned against the wall away from Nickel's room. "Don't worry, I'm sure we will have something to eat in the morning."

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"Log 8, Case 34 or something. It has been a few days since I properly experimented on both subjects. Now I have three. Microphone, even if she is made from metal, is somewhat breakable. Her body is pretty stiff and hard to dent and cut. I thought a scalpel would be enough to try to perform some operations on her brain but I suppose not. She is now subject M-34. From my studies, I have noticed she's very timid and shy, but can be loud and extroverted when she wants to be. She's a bit of an airhead too, tending to mess up at times. Her nervous personality also affects her communication with others. She wants to be noticed but messes up mid-way. Which is kind of hilarious. I'm excited to do some experiments on her."

Test Tube clicked the recorder off and continue to write some notes on her notebooks.

After a few hours of scribbling and fixing pictures on her corkboard, she stands to look at the time. "7 am. Hm, I suppose now can be the perfect time to feed them." She stood and walked to the kitchen, setting out a few pieces of cold ham and salmon, putting them in between pieces of bread. She made 3 of these sandwiches and cut them into triangle halves. She then placed them into small plastic containers, stacking them. Out of the kitchen was the common hall. She opened up the forcefields and closed them, quietly placing each container in their respective rooms. As she reached Microphone's room, she realized that the bag was slightly open and her head peaked out. She was relieved to see that there was at least air going into the bag. Wait, why do I even care? If she dies of suffocation, I can just get another contestant.