Spiral of Ants

What's Right

oops I accidentally got so focused on Apollo and his side that I forgot to develop the lab side of things kjdfsdkj here's some Timor backstory <3

Timor never meant to hurt anyone. It just... happened. It's not like he didn't try to control it. But keeping your adrenaline low at all times is just plain unrealistic. Anger and fear were emotions Timor encountered every day, no matter how deadly they were.

He could never clearly remember what he did after he shifted. It was more like a dream, where he could pick out details here and there but never a full picture. But the blood that was there after he came back, well that was enough for him to get the picture.

At some point he really had tried to live a normal honest life. It didn't last for long. He had been able to find a construction company that didn't bother with background checks or identification and were willing to pay in cash.

All that kept in mind, it honestly wasn't all that surprising that the place wasn't really up to code. He had only been working for a month before the scaffolding collapsed, which scared Timor and brought up his adrenaline quite a bit.

Timor wasn't sure how many people died from that shift. He had stopped assessing the damage a long time ago. It's not like he could fix it.

Of course, he never went back to that job. He didn't know what would happen if he was caught, and he wasn't planning on finding out. With the amount of lives he had taken the best-case scenario was life in prison or a death sentence... but with what he was, he had a feeling he wasn't lucky enough for that.

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It wasn't too long after the construction incident that they finally found him. They were well-equipped and well-informed. Timor didn't even have a moment to register his fear before he was knocked out.

Probably for the best.

The first thing he registered when he woke up was the doctor. The second thing was the thick glass pane between him and the scientist.

Timor sat up with a small groan as he rubbed his head, trying to piece together what had happened, and how he had gotten there.

The doctor looked up from a clipboard he had been jotting notes down on "Ah, you're awake, fantastic" He said, setting aside the clipboard.

The werewolf shut his eyes tight and took a breath, trying to keep himself calm. He didn't want to panic. He didn't want to shift.

"There's no need to panic, Timor. I want to help you" the scientist said.

"What is this place?" Timor finally mumbled out.

"A facility. One of many dedicated to creatures like yourself, and keeping the everyday civilian safe. I'm sure you understand, I mean with the amount of damage you've caused in these last few months alone-"

The scientist paused, noticing Timor's breathing was speeding up.

"You're not in trouble, Timor," The doctor said "I know you didn't want to hurt them"

"I-I didn't I promise I didn't" Timor mumbled

"I believe you. Like I said, I want to help you. I have a solution for you"

A solution? Timor opened his eyes and finally dared to meet the doctor's gaze. "Like a cure...?"

"Unfortunately, you are not human, and there is nothing we can do to change that. However, and correct me if I'm wrong, but your transformations are an emotional response, yes?"

Timor nodded.

The doctor picked up a little plastic bag with a small orange light inside "This here is an emotion blocker. Implanting it is an extremely simple and low-risk procedure. If it takes, then you won't have to worry about these unwanted shifts ever again"

"So it'd just... get rid of my emotions? Completely?"

"More or less. It's not foolproof, for everyone at least. But the more open you are to it the higher likelihood it tends to have of working" The doctor responded. He was completely calm. Timor wasn't sure why that was something he noticed so clearly, why it seemed to be the most important factor of the doctor to him, but it was. After all, this was the first time he was having an actual conversation about what he was. He had always expected any conversation about it would be a lot more tense. That the other person would be a lot more afraid. Granted, the thick pane of glass containing Timor probably helped.