Melting Tide

Loquacious

The map is a wee different.

"Another day at this boring facility plagued with moral wrongs and stupidity. Like honestly who decides make FOOD that turns people into furrys and doesn't warn anyone. I know I wasn't even supposed to be here and all the staff knew- I will blame this place for my own wrong doing that's just how I roll and thinking to myself is unnecessary."

The dim lights above shone with a obnoxious click. Jasper groaned and got up, a wave of grey out occurring. The floor was not a very comfy bed. The least they could do was supply a bed or cot instead of a table and chair, but noo. Didn't even have the decency to do that. The grey room Jasper or designated 4915 stayed in was plain. Concrete walls all tied together with a table and 2 chairs nailed to the ugly floor. I didn't even mention the mirror. It over looked the entire room so the first thing anyone saw in the morning was themselves.

"My first day as a subject. Lucky me."

He sighed and sat back down, head leaning against the wall. Staring at the mirror. An unfamiliar minty feline stared back. A strange thought popped up. If he was ice cream, would it be good. He sniffed his arm, smelled like normal mint chocolate chip. A tentative monch took place, nope! Same texture as skin, and fur. Tasted like skin too. Good thing he didn't chomp down, auto cannibalism is off the table, thrown out of the house, and flown into the stratosphere.

"They're going to send someone in to ask me things soon aren't they. All they know as of now is: oh wow, two new potential test subjects wandered into our grasps. Oops one dies, anywho what were they doing on private property recording information?"

A steady beep removed the ice cream from his thoughts and he sat down at the table facing the door trying to not look suspicious despite doing nothing. Someone dawning a lab coat waltzed in and took the seat opposite of him.

"Hello 4915. I'm Dr. Trout."

"Like the fish? I believe that's Jasper to you, fish guy."

"Get accustomed to your new name 4915. You aren't human anymore, kitty."

"Go swim upstream or something."

"I believe I'm here for a interview so you better smarten up! What do you remember?"

"Everything."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure!"

"Why did you try to attack the guards. Why pout in your room all night."

"Because they killed him, that's why."

"We don't appreciate apoplectic behaviour here, subject."

"Gee sorry, would you please forgive me? What I did was truly wrong. I acted rashly and on impulse."

"See, now we're getting somewhere."

"I could've reacted different, could've made it right. I can make it better, cause we don't have to fight. I can make an effort starting with tonight.

Cause you, can make a change. And by that, I mean go jump off a cliff."

"Lovely response Steven. You are teetering between neutral and hostile right now."

"Okay? I didn't ask."

"No one likes that personality outside of a comment section. What do you think of being a gootraxian?"

"It's weird. I can hear and smell more, this tail is the most annoying thing ever and I overall feel less human."

"Probably cause your not human. You'll get used to it, or not."