Innovation never ceases, and that's especially true for one Y/N L/N. After a laser accident turns him from scientist to subject, his life will never be the same. Oh yeah, and there's singing toilets.
Original idea by DaFuqBoom. Credit to DOM Studios...
Date: 1979, February 7 Location: Alpha-Hills Labs, [REDACTED]
Y/N POV:
Y/N: Another day in this darn facility.
We see Y/N enter Alpha-Hills labs. Y/N is a decently high ranking scientist who has made multiple breakthroughs in developing weaponry. He does hope they could be used for peace, too.
He passes by a cameraman.
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Recently, a worldwide scientific effort managed to mass-produce sentient robots, with human intelligence and what appeared to be a camera for a head. They were primarily used for...surveillance but also were good doormen, waiters, crash test dummies and caddies. Y/N found them endearing, but a bit distant.
As he made his way down the hall, he bumped into a man with a dark suit.
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???: Urgh! Y/N: Darn it, sorry! The individual gave Y/N an annoyed stare before turning away. Y/N shrugged it off, before scanning his card and entering an office area
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Coworker: Y/N! Good to see you! The two of you shake hands. Coworker: Sleepless night? Y/N: Eh, nothing much. I got home, fell on the sofa, and the next thing I know it's 6 AM. Probably need to get a hobby or something...By the way, do you know anything about that shady looking guy who's been walking around? Coworker: Didn't you hear? That's the new head administrator. No one knows anything about him, or why he's assigned here. Y/N: Hmm...interesting.
*One week later*
Ever the curious type, Y/N spent every spare moment he could trying to dig up any dirt on this mysterious benefactor. Cameraman records, eavesdropping behind doors, even sneaking into his office. Every time, however, he'd turn up with nothing. Even the archives proved futile, revealing nothing but his name.
Y/N: Aleksey Gerasimov...What are you hiding?
The few conversations Y/N also overheard were mostly inspections, although he did hear a mention of a "virus" once or twice.
For now Y/N went to testing lab #7, where he was working on the final prototype of a revolutionary technology:
The Solaser.
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A bright yellow beam, powered by immensely strong neon energy. It would change military combat forever, and Y/N also had plans to implement it into a neat burger grill.
As he arrived at the doorway, he saw the Administrator exit the lab room. He gave Y/N a nod.
Administrator: Don't get...cooked.
Y/N: Highly doubt it.
The administrator grins before leaving. Y/N enters, activating the power before stepping behind the protective shield.
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Y/N: Alright. Log #43, Solaser test number 9. Ready...go.
The laser whirred to life, slowly building up in intensity.
Y/N: Stable...stable...wait.
The power had been turned all the way up.
The laser began to spark and become brighter and brighter.
Y/N: Motherf-
(Outside) Two scientists are walking by the hallway talking, before a loud BOOM is heard.
Y/N crashes through the lab window, his entire lower body and arms incinerated. The whole lab is on fire.
