𝗜 𝗕𝗶𝘁𝗲, 𝗕*𝘁𝗰𝗵.- Blue x Reader

𝙎𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝘿𝙞𝙣𝙤

𝙉𝙤 𝙋𝙊𝙑

"We've been pre-booking tickets for months. The park needs a new attraction every few years in order to keep the public's interest- kinda like the space program..." A ginger woman named Claire started off as she, Y/n, and Owen stepped out of her car and out to a tall cement-walled enclosure. 

Y/n had just been sitting in her room when Owen called her and said "Wanna do a random side quest?" To get more pay and out of complete boredom, she accepted and met him in front of her apartment building. 

The three began to walk up a set of metal grated steps. "..Cooperate felt that the genetic modification would up the wow-factor." She stated. "They're dinosaurs, aren't they 'wow' enough?" Y/n questioned; actually confused on the new random species they made. Claire smirked humorously. "Not according to our focus groups. The indominous-rex makes us relevant again." Owen started to laugh after her response. "'The indominous-rex'."

"-We needed something easy to pronounce and that was scary. You should hear a four year-old try and say 'Archaeornithomimus'." She replied lousily, walking into a room at the top of the stairs. Owen looked down at Y/n. "She should try and hear herself say it.." He joked; making Y/n scoff. 

The three walk into a room with a full window of glass on the other side and a, rather big, security guard looking at his computer.  On the other side of the glass was a whole jungle, encaged in the cement walls. 

Y/n and Owen walked up to the glass together, looking around. "What's this thing made of?" He questioned. "The base genome is a T. rex, the rest is... classified." Claire responded. "You made a new dinosaur, but you don't even know what it is?" Owen jokingly asked. "The lab delivers us new assets and we show them to public- can we drop a steer please?" Claire asked the guard, annoyed. 

"How long has the animal been in here?" Y/n questioned, looking around the area. "All it's life." Claire answered. "Never seen anything outside these walls?" Owen asked, too. "We can't exactly walk it." Claire answered, humorously. 

Owen looked up at a crane in the middle that held a large piece of meat. "And you feed it with that?" He asked again, judgingly. "Is there a problem?" Claire questioned. "Animals raised in isolation aren't the most functional." Owen said, catching Y/n's attention. 

"Your raptors are born in captivity?" "-with siblings. They learn social skills. And I imprint on them when they're born. There's trust. The only positive relationship this animal has is with that crane. At least she knows that means food." Owen explained, looking up at the piece of meat that dangled in the air. 

"So he needs a friend? We should schedule play dates? That sort of thing?" Claire joked again. "Probably not the best idea." Y/n added. Claire stared out the window impatiently, knocking on it after. "Where is it.." She muttered.