Paintbrush opens their eyes to see they're in a blank white room of some sort, it seems to be a lab room. They look around the room observing it as they do, there is a camera in the front left-hand corner, a door in the middle of the front wall, and a bed near the back right-hand corner.
"Greetings," a soft feminine voice says from behind them. They turn around to see who it was, it was TestTube, an old friend of theirs.
"Where am I?" Paintbrush asks the vial of a bright green liquid that is standing in front of them.
"You are inside one of my lab rooms, I use these rooms to hold you in untill I can run tests and experiments on you to see what I have and what it can do."
Paintbrush looks at her puzzled. "So, are you saying that I'm your lab rat?" The brush asks confused.
"Yes, that is exactly what I am saying. You are my lab rat." The shorter object says to them.
"But why? What makes me so special?" Paintbrush questions, the green vial shakes her head.
"It's not about you being special, you just happen to be here." She answers, "Well, if you do want a specific answer, I have been curious about how your hair sets ablaze when angry." The vial says, circling around the brush.
"I don't understand…" the brush whispers.
"Oh, don't worry, we'll talk later. For now, you need to get ready for your first test! Come on!" She holds out her hand, motioning for them to follow.
The brush stands up and walks over to the vial's side. The vial then grabs them by the arm, and pulls them along with her to the door located in the front of their room. She opens the door and walks through it, the room beyond is a large hallway with a staircase leading upward and an elevator next to it. The brush follows the vial into the end of the long hallway and into another room that was located there.
The room, it's not what you think you would normally see in a lab, though seems like more of a testing room than anything, they had a speculation that it was, in fact, a testing room. There were many tables in this room, all lined up in a straight line across the room, each table had different items placed on top of them, ranging from various liquids in a variety of containers, to small objects.
The vial continued to drag the brush, this time dragging them across the room to one specific table that had a rolling chair next to it.
"Sit there." The vial said, motioning to the table. The brush complied and sat down on the table.
The vial went to a different table and looked through the various containers of liquids that were on it. Then she picked up two of the containers and walked over to the brush. She then put the two vials onto a small rolling table next to the brush.
"What are you doing?" Paintbrush asks.
"Looking through what things that are ready to be used." TestTube said, her voice not showing even a bit of emotion.
The brush didn't say anything else, they were curious about what was going on, but they knew better than to ask. The vial looked over the contents of both containers, then stopped, she took something off of a near-by table and set it next to the two containers.
She looked at the brush and studied it's surface. She then picked up a scalpel that was sitting on the rolling table next to the vial. With the scalpel, she cut a small slit into the brushes left arm. She put the scalpel onto the rolling table again and picked up the thing that was near the two containers that she got earlier.
She went to the brushes side and stabbed a needle into the small opening of the cut. The brush winced in pain at this small amout of pain.
The vial started to take a good ammount of blood from them, not too much but enough so that she could do something with it.
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+/Painted Experiments/+
General Fiction+/Paintbrush wanders into Testtubes lab, wanting to ask a question. Testtube of course answers the question, but she has some other plans to do with them./+ ((SOME ARE COMIC STRIPS, SOME NOT)) Trigger warnings: blood, gore, cussing, weapons, panic a...
