Experiment 00.1/last known log dates/

Dodge ball

It was time for gym class for the day. Gene was playing dodge ball and was failing badly. It had been 2 days since the experiment and his arms still feel have a slight stinging and sore sensation whenever he did anything with them. He threw the ball as hard as he could but with the pain, it barely came close to hitting anyone. "Ugh !!" he grunted in frustration before it was quickly interrupted with a ball hard as bricks colliding with his stomach filling his world with even more pain and trouble. "AUGH-" he doubled down and held his stomach. A distant sound of a whistle could be heard with a rough jagged voice yelling "BARSELL, YOU'RE OUT". A familiar voice yelling "Dude !!", along with footsteps near him, was all he could hear from that point. Luckily, his best friend, Myc, was the one who shouted and was running towards him. They grabbed both of his shoulders and quickly tried to get him off the field before one or both of them got hit with any other balls. But Myc's efforts were in vain as another ball came in and crashed against his own face, almost knocking them off the ground. A bit of red could be seen flying from them. The whistle rang again with a loud and annoying "SEASHORE, YOU'RE OUT"

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Myc had two pieces of toilet paper strips shoved up his nostrils. Gene set aside the oh so "generous" roll of toilet paper the old and mean gym teacher gave them. "Are you okay ?" Asked Gene as he cleaned off some of the blood from Mycs shirt. "I should ask you that, hmph" Myc smiled while fixing up his hair into a ball of curly brown hair. "what's been up with you lately ? I thought you loved doge ball" Gene avoided the question and looked down "I do love doge ball !! Todays just been an off day". He attempted to throw the bloody strip in a far away trash can, basketball style, but even that couldn't go right with him. It landed on the floor with a pitiful "p a t" and sat still shamefully. "Ugh !!!" Gene scrunched up his hands into a tight fist with an angry, sour look on his face. "Dude, chill, it's just a game" Myc slowly set's a hand on his shoulder before Gene violently turns around and snaps at Myc "IT'S NOT JUST A GAME !!!!". Gene's scream could be heard echoing throughout the whole gym and for a moment everyone stopped and turned to the pair. Myc turned a little red and had a concern and shocked look plastered on his face. Gene instantly regretted yelling and went back to slouching and attempting to be relaxed. "I'm sorry,,I'm sorry okay,,,it's just,,been a bad day for me" he looked down with shame and embarrassment. Myc laid their hand right back onto his shoulder and started patted it quickly. "Heeey, it's alright, you don't have to worry about it,,what's wrong ?" but Gene didn't answer, he continued to look down and try to forget everything going wrong in his mind. This made Myc wonder and worry but decided to stop pushing "Uhm,,,hey !! Why don't we have a uuuuuhhhsssssleep over tonight !! Yknow to make ya feel better !!" This caught Gene's attention. "What ?? You mean that ?" He finally looked up at Myc. "Yeah !! I have snacks, my weird family, games,aaaand" Myc turned around and reached far into their backpack and brought out a jumbo pack of crayons and a dozen notepads "all the drawing equipment we need to make cool tattoo designs !!". Gene had always loved drawing, especially drawing with Myc, so this cheered him up a ton. He pulled the other into a hug and muttered into their shoulder "Thank you, Myccy". Myccy was his favorite nickname to call his very best friend. After a bit of hugging, Myc pulled away with a few pats on the back. "you're lucky I like you so much, now, stop being so embarrassing !!" He said cheerfully and teasingly. They lightly punched his arm a little, which hurt a little bit but Gene made sure to hide it. All of a sudden the whistle rang throughout the gym and their loud and brass gym teacher yelled out "SEASHORE, YOU'RE BACK IN". "Oh," Myc quickly put all his stuff back in his backpack before turning to Gene "I'll be right back, Watch me kick some dude's butt alright !!?". Before Gene could respond Myc grabbed his face and gave a little smooch on the cheek before hopping up and running off into the game again, paying no mind to what he just did. Gene began to glow a bright red all over his face and a smile spread across his entire face. Ever since Myc watched a random cheesy romance film a few months back, he hasn't stopped giving Gene little pecks and kisses on the cheek. He thinks it's a way of just saying you love someone or a way of saying bye. Gene would correct them,, but his big fat crush on Myc thought otherwise. For once, Gene was finally feeling happy and relaxed. Sure his heart felt like it was beating out of his chest whenever he was near them but it was a good feeling. He looked on at what Myc did best at the "battlefield", beat up any and all competition at doge ball. Myc was surprisingly strong for such a small kid. He watched as the balls slam like rockets against the other kids and Myc smile with passion and pride. Man, he just couldn't wait for that sleepover.