Storys I Made To Pass Time

non-human scientist

I have no direction for this story is going, so expect a flop 
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A slightly muscular woman named Tori sat in front of a giant window playing her organ piano. The moonlight sparkled onto her brownish black hair, giving a peek of life to her young, zed face. A few sewn-up rips and tears were replaced with skin unmaching her own, which was more of a forest green color at this point, complementing her yellow dilated eyes. She smiles as she softly taps on the keys. A soft blow came from each tube every time she tapped, playing a nice tune. 

The organ. She loves it. It reminds her of past friends she thinks to herself. Her girlfriend. The tune goes off beat as she's distracted by the thought. Her girlfriend is a tall, weird girl with no eyes. curly brown hair, and a smile. A smile Tori would kill for, even if she didn't show it often. She had piercings, loved piercings, and still wears them. Although she was a bit "odd" after a secret test sample was spilled into her coffee, She had a different side to her. More fluffy? Violent? I guess a mix of the two. 

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Toris' rough hands slowly come to a stop as her soft tune ends. She gets up from her chair, making a horrid squeaking sound that makes her slightly cringe. She walks over to a metal door, and she taps a red button right next to it as the door slowly opens. She starts to walk out, her shoes making a clank-clank against the metal floor. She walks down a slim hallway. strong mental doors and see through windows containing beasts and monstrosities on both sides of her. Some are normal, some are feral, and some are about to go insane. Does Tori care? No. They are merely test subjects. Mutants who are shielded from the even more cruel apocalyptic world

Tori approaches a large metal door at the end of the hallway. She knocks before slowly turning the knob, opening the door. Inside is a bunch of lab equipment with a table used for testing in the middle and a large window on the inner wall. Tori walks over to the window, her lips curling into a smile, her sharp yellow K-9s showing. 

On the other side of the window, there was a large enclosure, about the size of a two-bedroom apartment. Tamara is lying on her couch in only a checkered sports bra and black shorts, watching TV. 

Tori heads inside her enclosure, the smell of a wet dog smacking her in the nose. Of course, Tamara recently left her feral state, where she turns into a giant black monster with horns and claws. That can leave a smell and lots of hair everywhere. 

"Good evening, darling," Toris's scratchy voice murmurs. She should talk less; it's really doing some damage to her vocal cords. Tamara looks at her. Her eyes lighting up, even if you can't see them technically. She pauses her show and gets up, walking over to Tori with a soft smile. "Good evening, love. "It's good to see you." She replied happily.