Imagine If The Moon Could Bleed.

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The man walked quietly, keeping his thoughts to himself.

The hallways of the lab were always silent until he walked through. But I guess that's expected when he's the head scientist. His skin glowed a soft green as he made his way down the hallway to the room he was called to.

"Yes, commander?" He responded, giving a small bow to the much taller man before him. Othello smirked, beckoning for him to stand up straight. "*Cyanide,* my dear, we've been over this..no need to be so formal when we're alone." He cooed, chuckling as he looked back to the tube Infront of them.

The tube containing a living being. A child.

"Does it need a higher dosage?" *Cyanide asked, standing up straight. His electric green eyes always looked as though they were staring into your soul, examining everything about you. Things you didn't even know about yourself. He wasn't the most athletic or physically able Nocturne, but what he lacked in strength, he definitely made up for in intelligence. His long coily black hair gave Othello a light shock as he placed his hand on it, but it was normal for jellyfish variants like Cyanide. Othello had gotten used to it.

"Yes. I believe so." Othello responded after a bit of thought with a nod. "Up his dosage. We need a vessel."

"He will be the perfect weapon for me."