High up in the towers of the labs, the false sky was so close you could almost count the pinpricked lights scattered across it.
The snarls of the Muted echoed up from below, and David sighed from his place on the balcony. Leaning over the edge, he saw two of the more familiar Muted Bryan had ordered to keep an eye on the old facility, and by extention, himself.
The Muted on the left was a teenage girl with blonde hair and a feirce scowl. She was physically about sixteen or seventeen, although with the Muted's lack of aging it was impossible to tell. She was arguing with another muted crouched atop a low, crumbling wall nearby. His hair was white, and faded into a lilac purple at the end, meaning he'd had a Warp on his hair before he got Muted, and the colour-changer induced by the technology had faded over the years.
Probably one of the first Muted then; Only those who'd been alive before the outbreak and subsequent city-wide lockdown had Warps. As far as David was aware, they weren't even produced anymore.
He watched as the girl lunged for her companion, whose air of faint, icy annoyance didn't falter as he pulled his leg up and over the wall, leaving her to slam into the rough bricks. David shook his head as he backed away from the railing.
A soft beeping from the room behind him caught his attention, and he turned to smile at the old monitor. Blocky words were flashing across its screen, and the haphazardly attatched security camera - torn from a ceiling and taped carefully onto the wires - was twitching slightly.
"Hey, Lucas." David said to the AI inside the monitor, hoping the camera's slightly-broken microphone was working today.
GOOD MORNIGHT USER David. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS? The pixelated letters snapped into place as the cursor flashed.
David huffed in amusement at the odd but typical greeting from the L.U.C.45.
"It's about 6:30 in the evening."
AH. INTERESTING. IT APPEARS I DID NOT TIME MY RESTART CORRECTLY.
He'd found the program for the self-learning AI buried deep in one of the scientist's notes - Mario's, he thinks, but it may also have been in Bryan's - and, having nothing better to do with his time, he'd gotten it working and helped it out when it asked. Now it was mostly self-aware, but it wasn't quite to the point of full sentience yet. However, it was his only companion in his annoyingly endless life, so he was willing to wait for it.
A/N: This is a short one, but it has a surprising amount of worldbuilding in it.
I've been being a bit cryptic about this AU, I know. I just enjoy being slightly ominous. I'll explain some things now. If you have any further questions just comment them and I'll try to answer semi-coherently.
The Muted virus was made in a lab as an attempt to create immortality. Dr. Allumos, who is coincidentally Very Dead and will not show up unless in a flashback, was the one in charge of the experiments. Multiple methods were made, but the Muted virus was considered the most successful.
David was the original test subject for the virus, and they didn't notice the side efffects on him - the overwhelming anger and near lack of other emotions, to be specific - because he was already very, very upset about being experimented on.
Then a whole bunch of stuff happened (I won't go into details because it involves Mario and Bryan's backstory, and I really want to write it as a scene) and essentially the virus gets out and everything goes downhill from there. I don't know quite what the time gap between the initial outbreak and what I've been writing is, but it's between 30-100 years.
That's all I can think of off the top of my head that needs explaining, but feel free to ask.
Oh, another thing, which of these would you prefer to see first? I'm not sure which to write first, so some help would be appreciated.
- Bryan and Mario's backstory (And thus more context, yay.)
Or
- Kay and Jakey (Also more context, but of a very different kind.)
Sorry this took a while to get out. I kept getting distracted. :/
Anyway, have a nice day/night. Do try not to perish to the endless horrors that lurk within the endless void.
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