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Just another day in nirvana! At least– that's what a few people in their own little world say nowadays. Yet again, it's time to get a little more realistic.
There they were, our 3 classical teens in the lab facility where they call a living HELL.
Click, Click. The sounds of the computers in the facility's security area could be heard. Each screen showed the 3 teen experiments in individual rooms. A man in a white cloak stood in front of the security systems with his arms behind his back, his gaze never leaving on each of the screens.
"Any updates on them?" The man asked with an intimidating voice, his head turning over his shoulder ever so slightly as he quietly eyed on two of the scientists behind him.
"W-Well, we've barely made any progress with them. Nothing changed" One of the scientists said nervously.
"Nothing changed?" The white cloaked man repeated the scientist's words, turning over to them with a glare that looks like it came from the demons themselves. The scientists flinched, a sense of fear flowing in their bodies as they gazed at him.
"Sire, we've ran all the tests on them over and over again for the last 10 years." The other scientist said with a serious tone. "There's no clue to when the serum will start working in their blood. It'll take more time, perhaps even years—"
"THERE'S NO TIME FOR THAT!"
The cloaked man grabbed the nearest thing he could find in the room as he threw it at the wall in fury. The wall started cracking immensely, one of the scientists shivered in fear while the other stood still and showed no fear nor hesitation. The cloaked man panted heavily with anger, dark veins flowing in his skin as he glared at the two scientists with fury in his eyes with his pupils sharp.
"I don't care if it will take months, years, or even decades TO FIGURE IT OUT! I need to see results. I NEED to see real changes in them with my own eyes!" He snapped, his hand clenched up into a fist with his knuckles cracking and turning white. His breathing soon slowed, the dark veins disappearing as he turned his gaze back to the security screens and crossed his arms. "Bring the experiment to the Test Lab."
"Which one?"
"All of them." The cloaked man said darkly, glaring at the scientists. "And bring in the main projects while you're at it."
The scientists stared at the man with wide eyes, hesitation seen in their faces. One of the guards clenched their fist a little bit, looking at the man with a serious tone. "Sir, the main projects are too powerful, not to mention unstable. We've been able to complete the mechanics but we haven't done the final process and there's no knowing if the programming will work! It'll kill them in a matter of seconds–"
"Did I stutter?" The man glared darkly. The scientists flinched for a moment and shook their heads silently as the man turned back to the security cameras. "There are more children with enough potential in the cities, it won't matter. They can simply be replaceable. So, stop asking questions, and do as I say."
"Yes sire/sir." Both scientists said and nodded hesitantly, leaving the security room. The man let out a quiet sigh after he was finally the only one left in the area. He looked over the security screens, staring at each of the 3 experiments in the screens.
"I chose all three of them for a reason." The man muttered to himself, clenching his fist. "If anything,
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death is the last thing that they're destined to be."
( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) sup
(Sounds like "Mr. Psycho" needs a chill pill)
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