Objectal Misfits(REHAB)

《ＰＲＯＬＯＵＧＥ》

Help Orangejuicebox1 forced me to publish this so enjoy it I guess

Potion, Rose Quartz, Pawn, and Pie Chart were four experiments sitting in a torture lab. The air in the dimly lit room was heavy with a mix of anticipation and fear. Each one was bound by restraints, their eyes darting around, searching for a glimmer of hope.

Dear Diary...

I don't even know what to say at this point. Help me please.

Yours Truly..
Potion

Suddenly, the heavy metal door creaked open, revealing a sinister figure in a white lab coat. Whip, the notorious scientist behind these twisted experiments, strode into the room. With a wicked smile, he approached the frightened subjects, holding a tray of vials filled with strange substances. The others caught their attention to him as Potion closed his journal.

"Today," he sneered, "we shall test the limits of your existence." Whip's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he examined the terrified faces before him.

Slowly, he approached Potion, the first experiment in line.Potion swallowed hard, trying to suppress the rising panic within. As Whip hovered over him, he reached for a vial labeled "Potion X," an enigmatic substance rumored to possess extraordinary powers. With a wicked chuckle, Whip uncorked the vial and poured the mystical potion onto Potion's outstretched arm.

Instantly, a surge of energy coursed through Potion's veins, causing his body to convulse in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. His eyes widened as he began to feel weaker by the second. He had the urge to throw up. Potion's body convulsed as the mysterious Potion X took hold. The pain intensified, making his vision blur and his heart race in his chest. It felt as though fire was coursing through his veins, consuming him from the inside out. Desperately, he tried to catch his breath, but it felt like a suffocating weight pressed down on his chest.

As Potion's body writhed in agony, Whip watched with twisted satisfaction. But just as Potion's strength seemed to wane, an unexpected surge of determination ignited within him. With a surge of willpower, he fought back against the torment, refusing to succumb.

Slowly, Potion's trembling hands tightened into fists, his knuckles turning white.

With his determination fueling him, Potion summoned every ounce of strength he had left. Gritting his teeth, he pushed past the searing pain spreading through his body. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he clenched his jaw, refusing to let out a cry of agony.

Whip's sadistic smile wavered for a moment, surprised by Potion's unexpected resistance. Quick to regain his composure, he leaned in closer, his voice dripping with malicious delight.

"Impressive, but let's see how long that defiance of yours lasts."

As Whip reached for another vial, Potion's mind raced. His vision blurred but he refused to let it cloud his purpose. Potion's mind raced, seeking a way to escape the clutches of Whip's sadistic experiments. With every ounce of strength he could muster, he mustered up a plan. As Whip prepared to administer the next vial, Potion seized the opportunity.

With a surge of adrenaline, he swung his bound legs forward, knocking the tray of vials from Whip's hands. Glass shattered and colorful liquids splattered across the laboratory floor, a chaotic mess of unknown substances. In the confusion, Potion's restraints loosened just enough for him to break free, his body aching but driven by an unwavering determination. Rolling to his feet, Potion darted towards the metal door, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.