Sick Experience.

2 - Show and Tell.

⠀⠀It felt like a burst of knowledge was just thrown at her, physically and mentally. Which, she didnt know how to describe either. She never wrote this, she could just tell with the way it was written. She would never do this. Would she? How did this get here? There's no way she wrote this, she would never do... this.
⠀⠀This was a prank, it had to be. She felt so conflicted, scatterbrained. Thinking of the multiple possibilities of the file, how it got here, who made it and most importantly, what the fuck were they thinking when doing these?

⠀⠀It was- intense. The file contained so much, it was so pressuring...? Whoever made this was... Not okay, their work was, insane. Almost. The tests conducted had hints of magic (Which Test tube didnt even know existed, or was possible!) being spliced into DNA of people. Actual living people. The thought and outcome of said experiment made Test tube sick to her core. She shook her head, closing the file immediately and storming out of the room, clutching the file close to her chest.

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⠀⠀Meanwhile, back at hotel OJ- Fan sat down on his bed and was typing away on his laptop, probably for his blog or a fanfic. I dont know, man. He just likes to type, a small yet eager smile plastered on his face as his fingers clicked away, having memorized everything he needed to say.
⠀⠀Though, it did look like he was going to become part of the laptop with how close his face was to the screen- even having to squint sometimes. He really needs to get his eyes checked, maybe Paper knows a doctor somewhere.

⠀⠀There was then a small ding! Which could only probably describe that Fan had finished typing, he squinted his eyes and read every word, just incase he had messed up punctuation or spelling.
⠀⠀He smiled in triumph when he finished, stretching his neck and back once he had realized how long he had sat still for, letting out a sigh of relief.

⠀⠀Then the door opened with a click.

⠀⠀Fans attention was quickly caught by the sound and by pure instinct he shut his laptop and turned over to see who it was. And there was Test tube, standing over by the door frame and stepping in, closing the door behind her.

⠀⠀"Hey, Test tube!" Fan greeted, waving at her.

⠀⠀"... Hi, Fan." Test tube managed to slip out, she looked rather dim.

⠀⠀Which Fan immediately took notice of, he could sometimes read her like an open book. But at most times she'd be shut tight, but Fan could easily read expressions. He knew her long enough to do that.

⠀⠀"Hey, you look.. off. Something wrong?" Fan asked, shifting off his bed and made his way over to Test tube.

⠀⠀And then Test tube stepped away. Which, only concerned the fan even more. "Okay, something is off. C'mon, tell me about it." Fan told her, reaching for her hand and lightly dragging her towards his bed, before getting the both of them to sit down comfortably.

⠀⠀"What happened? You don't usually get like this, not very easily."

⠀⠀Curse Fan for knowing she didn't get bothered by alot of things easily to the point they made her.. like this, usually she'd just be frustrated- and brush it off and think about it later.

⠀⠀But what should she say? What was she going to even say at this point? That she had stumbled upon a file that contained fucked up experiments?

⠀⠀She then thought of when she read the file again to get a better look at it. Shortly after Test tube had left the room, she had stormed off to her 'office'. She carefully laid the file down on her desk and opened it, her eyes darting left and right as she read through it, getting a better look of the experiments she had read earlier- but never really had the chance to fully process the information.

⠀⠀There were subjects, log dates, results, and.. photos. The photos looked blurry for some reason, no matter how hard Test tube had squinted- it just seemed like the photos weren't going to go into focus. There were 4 subjects in this, each one had their own profile page on the file. Again, their photos were blurred. The log dates were.. messy. To say the least, they had skipped a few number of days, almost as if the person had lost track of time.

⠀⠀This, person. Whoever it was clearly wasn't in the right mindset, she could tell based on the results of the 'tests' being done on the subjects. Now, Test tube does alot of experiments from time to time- but she's learnt from mistakes that you should never hurt someone to get what you want. She would never do something this fucked up. The subjects were hurt, bad. Very bad. Mutilated. The 3rd subject, which the person even named "Subject 3 - LN." Which, was basically objectifying the poor person- was ripped in fucking half. Almost, half. They left 'LN' on their own for a long time, just to see how long it would take the magic to 'fix' them.

⠀⠀Test tube scowled, shoving the thought down and shook her head, blinking before looking over at Fan- realizing that Fan was shaking her. "...Test tube? Test tube! Hey!" Fan called.

⠀⠀"What- ah!" she exclaimed, lightly slapping Fan's hands off her shoulders. Fan sighed with relief in response. "You've been sitting there. For like- 2 minutes! Tell me whats wrong, please. Your genuinely scaring me now."

⠀⠀"I.. I think i'll.. show you whats wrong." She told him, hesitantly reaching for his hands again. His palms felt oddly colder than before.

A/N:
this is mostly filler, ughh. Im working on chapter three right now however! Its called Chain Reaction soososo ne readdyt!!! (I wrote this at midnight last night)