HybridTale ((my OC AU for UT))

Let The Torture Begin!

Andy's Perspective

I opened my eyes to a dark room. It seemed cramped and dusty, with broken parts of machines scattered across the floor.
What cruel joke is this, Gaster? I thought to myself, oblivious to the surface's light shining through the window in the corner. I looked around the room, studying the messy lab.
I tried to move my hand so I could take a closer look at the room. Instead of getting the blood flow back into my claws, I got a jolt of electricity streaming through my body. I quickly turned my head, my blond hair slapping my face as I turned. I noticed my scaly hands tied up in what seemed to be lilac handcuffs.
*You're filled with curiosity.
My soul was able to change traits, but not colors, which was odd. Must be my unique personality.
I scanned the room once again, only this time, I noticed someone looking back. He was a short man, with dusty blond hair.
"Greetings A-DS-O," he said, his tone serious as if I were in a business meeting.
"I'd say 'hi' back, but I'm a little tied up at the moment." I knew this was the guy who tied me up, and glared at him as my lip curled into a snarl.
"Tends... to make... jokes." He noted that on his little clipboard in his hands. "A-DS-O, you're not like everyone else." He smiled at me, pushing his glasses up on his face. I turned my hand to him, which I hand written my name on earlier out of boredom. The corresponding font glittered in the low light like my horns.
"And-ie, is that your name? I'll note that." The scientist turned to his clipboard. His name tag on his lab coat caught my eye. The name etched on was "James."
"Wouldn't you said it was nice to meet me, James?" I said sarcastically. "It'd be nice if I was cut down from here?"
"Yes, it would." James didn't look up from his clipboard. "Now can I ask you a few questions first, Andy?" He clicked his pen and used the back to push up the glasses. His brown eyes stared directly at me. I nodded, not wanted to find out what would happen if I didn't.
"Can I have a better seat, though?" I asked politely, trying to use my 14-year-old feminine charm.
That's the first and last time I'll probably ever say that.
Any who, James probably had a daughter like that, because he just nodded and flipped a switch. I fell to the ground, a little clumsy after being stung up for who knows how long.
"Alright, take a seat." He pointed at two dusty, red chairs in the corner of the lab. I plopped down in the one where the sunny window would be behind me.
"First question." James sat down in the opposite seat. "Do you remember your human parents."
"How do you know my parents were human?"
"Soul studies, and let me ask the questions here." I grumbled softly to myself, then answered truthfully.
"Mark and Kate Smith." I straightened up as I mentioned my parent's name.
"Ah, I remember hearing about them. Famous sorcerers, yes?" I nodded to James's question. "Good to hear, we have someone else who said those names. I'm sure you'll know her."
I straightened up, excitement coursing through my veins.
  "We'll see her if she's up after these questions." James noted something on his clipboard.
  I'm not going into the details of the questions. They were mostly about what happened underground, my powers, etc. With a click of his pen, the interview ended. He got up and stretched, then walked to the door. I got up and followed him.
  The hallway was dark and quiet. My claws clicked on the tile floor as we neared a room. The doors were watched colored a different color. Midnight blue, gray, bronze, gold, almost any color was there on a door. James froze in front of an electric blue door and pulled out his keys. He flipped about twenty keys before landing on one with electric blue tape on it. I noticed each one had a matching door, and I saw a key with lilac tape like the electric blue one. He put the key in and turned it, the door clicking simultaneously. The thick door cracked opened as the room glowed with a blue aura. It looked like the door's as I entered.
  I walked in, admiring the small room.
  "What would you dooo for a Klondike Bar?" I asked quietly. My voice echoed softly against the room's walls.
Though the room was small, it was dimly lit as well. It was hard to navigate through the room. I saw an outline of someone facing away from me. They looked a small child, about only eight. They turned to me, their electric blue eyes piercing through the darkness like a blue lightbulb.
I took one more shaky step forward, afraid that this was a rabid child wanting the taste of blood.
"Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?" I sang, my dragon's tail curling around my foot.
"Spongebob Squarepants!" the child chanted. Her voice sounded familiar. I saw her form as I drew closer.
She was a little smaller than me, and wore what seemed to be a wearing one of those hospital dresses. Her hands were pink, fleshy claws, closely resembling those of a hamster's paws. Her dark black pigtails bounced when she jumped, and the pigtails reached down to her lower back. Small, light gray rodent ears poked out of her head and twitched as she turned her head the way a puppy would when seeing something new. Her face was covered with the same light gray fur as her ear.
She twitched her nose, her whiskers following suit.
"Andy?" She asked, her voice like a chirp of a canary. They were both high pitched and small. I nodded, then realizing that she couldn't see in the dark, I answered with a "yes?"
"Oh!" The child flung herself on me as if hugging me. She sounded overjoyed to see me. "Andy! AndyAndyAndyAndy Andy!!" I didn't know the little nubs hamsters had for tails could actually wag until now, and this kid was wagging it like nuts!
"Cam?" I looked down at the hamster child. She looked back up to me and smiled. "It's you!" I hugged my little sister back, seeing as I hadn't seen her in four years, scratch that, six.
"I never thought I'd see you again!" Cam cried, burying her face into my shoulder. The fur was soft against my stressed shoulders. It felt good, honestly.
I was waiting for her to ask where Chara was, but she never asked.
A bell rang loudly, like a school bell. Cam looked up, her ears straight.
"Lunch." She quietly got up, wiped her tears from her face, and held her out to me. She wanted me to take it. "C'mon, I'll take you to the cafeteria." She helped me up, and lead me down the dark hallway once more. She took a sharp left turn after a few minutes of walking. She stopped in front of a doorway, held out a card, and walked in.
"You should have it as well." As she said this, I noticed something around my neck. It was a small credit card with the name "A-DS-O" written on it in the Andy font. I held it up to the machine as it scanned my card, allowing me to pass the gates.
Inside, many humanoid figures sat. They all seemed to be chatting among themselves. Cam plopped down in a seat by a small mouse and rat hybrid. A turtle hybrid sat down next to my sister. They all seemed to be children.
"H-hi." The turtle kid ducked his head in his turtleneck shirt. It still looked like all of our clothes, but his had a turtleneck.
"Heyya." I smiled at the kid, and waved my signature peace sign.
My signature "hello" and "'bye" is keeping my index and middle fingers together. I tap the side of my index finger to my forehead, and do a wave while keeping my two fingers together.
Weird, I know. Back to the story.
The turtle kid gave me a curious look. He had small glasses over his reptilian beak.
"C'mon Tangzure," Cam nudged the turtle. "Oh! Andy, I'd like you to meet Tangzure" - she gestured to the turtle kid.- "Broadway" -the rat kid nodded his head as a greeting. "and Anna." The mouse child smiled at me. Her small ears twitches slightly.
"Broadway and I are siblings. You must be Andy." Anna's clean, white fur didn't match her brother's dirty, gray, but you could tell they were siblings by the way they looked at each other. The lights flickered, probably due to the bad lighting.
Our conversation continued for thirty minutes in the flicker of bad light bulbs until eventually, it blacked out completely.
"Hybrid scum!" a deep, male voice called from the front of the room. A spotlight landed on a gruff man. He had scars on his arms and the stubby beard. "You are now our experiments! We have everyone here now, and are ready for the chip process!"
Behind the man was a wheel barrel full of metal plates. Two other scientists stood by the thin sheets of steel.
"These kind humans will pull a metal plate, or 'chip' out of the wheel barrel, and if your name is called, get you butt up here!" He snapped. A female scientist pulled out a small metal plate as the male pulled out a slip of paper. The gruff man took both the paper and the metal plate.
"N-WM-3!" He called, scanning the crowd for the one he called. "N-WM-3! Get up here!" He snapped. He looked back down at the tag. His blue eyes were cold as he called out the name "Nunito."
A small gray wolf hybrid stood up, his dark gray tail between his legs. He seemed to be about Cam's age, maybe older. Nunito stepped up, the two other wolf hybrids trying to hold him closer.
It seemed like a more barbaric version of the Hunger Games, except we didn't have to fight for entertainment.
"Y-yes sir?" The small wolf kept his head down and inched up to the gruff man.
"Atta, boy." The man had a menacing smile on his face as the kid inched closer. "Get him," he said calmly.
Two different scientists grabbed Nunito by his arms and carried him the a room. The two other wolves jumped up and hollered his name. Two different scientists jumped up and held the two wolves back.
The female's single eye turned a deep blue color. Her bangs flew to the side as she snapped at the scientists. The male's turned gold and tried to break free to save his brother.
"'Nito!" The male called for his brother. The steel door slammed shut and locked as the two canines broke free and darted to the door.
"Give us back our brother!" The female shouted, her black hair swaying back and forth as she barked. They both pounded on the doors as the others sat in fear. Two collars were clipped around the wolves as one scientist pushed a button. The two wolves huddled to the ground, yelping in pain. A yowl sounded from the corner at the same time.
I couldn't believe what I just saw. What happened to the kind James? Did they just disappear into thin air?
Cam curled up next to me in fear.
"Andy? What's happening?" Cam whimpered as more names were called.
"A-DS-O! Andy!" The gruff man came out, throwing a beautiful lioness onto the ground. A plate etched with "CG-LS-12.o: Century Gothic," was drilled into her right golden paw.
I sat there, frozen with fear. Scientists began to decipher who was who, and grabbed me by the arm. They dragged me up to the front and threw me at the man's feet.
"Ah, the 'Original.'" The man sneered at me, his eyes as cold as ice. He took me in one arm, the plate in the other. I could see why everyone else was acting like rabid animals. They were all being dragged into the unknown.
I was thrown onto the dusty tile floor in the room. Dark red liquid, blood, stained the floor. I pushed myself off the ground, hoping that it wasn't my blood. I was grabbed once more by the tail, and shoved into a chair where I would be strapped in. The leather straps dug into my wrists, leaving red marks.
"Okay." The same gruff man entered the room, holding a slip of paper. "Let's get this plate on." He grinned at me, then covered his mouth with a mask. "You got off lucky," he said, unfolding the slip of paper. "Left upper arm." He put down the slip down on a table, and grabbed the plate. He placed the cold plate on my shoulder.
My tail curled around my feet as she grabbed a long needle of novocaine and jabbed it into my left upper arm. The pain of the needle was too must, and I released a banshee's scream. The pain came in waves of hurt. It eventually came to the point where I could see the magic streaming out of my eyes like lilac smoke and dripped down in my tears of pain, turning them lilac.
That wasn't the end of it. He grabbed a different metal plate, about the same size as the previous one. It was plain and had a hole in each corner. He grabbed a knife. ((Gore alert))
With it's silver blade, he cut the top part of a black square he drew on my arm earlier. Though the novocaine should've made the pain bearable, it had done nothing but made my arm feel swollen. I looked away from what was happening, as a child would when getting a shot. The pain didn't cease. I felt the blood slowly dripping down my arm as Dr. Baka inserted the titanium plate into my arm, just below the skin.
If that wasn't enough, he then drilled through my scales to open the holes to the plate under my skin.
I could taste the blood gurgling up into my throat. I swallowed it back down, not sure if I should enjoy the taste and ignore the pain, or get mental help.
The holes were done. Now, he had to insert the plate. Not that bad? Well, you're wrong. One wrong move and I could lose movement in my arm, or even 'die.'
After a successful procedure, he threw me out of the door and onto the ground. I was one of the last ones, and heard Cam whimpering as she was thrown out. She raced over to me, favoring her right leg.
"Andy!" She cried, hugging me. I didn't know what to do.
"It's okay, Cam."
I know I was lying.