Subject 342 (Outdated)

August 26, 1953 - The Incident

I wake up to hear alarms blaring all over the place. Turns out, Subject 342's "cancer" is contagious. As a scientist, I know that's not normal for cancer.

He's been biting people a lot recently. Our chief test associate has it, several of the lab boys have it, and he must've come in contact with test subjects 339 and 322, because they're all showing similar signs of this disease.

Because of this, Wayne has moved him again to the Plague Containment Chamber, even more secure and clean than the High Security Chamber.

* * *

Doctor Potato skids into the mess hall, almost knocking over Wayne. He looks scared. Dr. Spudus Potato is never scared.

"What happened?" I ask. "You look like you've seen something that defies the laws of science!"

"I have, sir!" he panics.

"Alright then, what might this new test idea be?"

"Not...a...test idea. It's Subject 342! H-h-he's a-a s-n"

"He's a what?" I shout, getting impatient

"See for yourself!" he shouts, as he skids back towards his office.

"Well, Wayne. Coming with me?"

"I'd like to, but I have to clean up my office," panics Wayne. "Maybe later."

"Anyone on the security team want to come with me?" I ask, sighing.

They all shake their heads, and get back to eating. I finish my sandwich, and begin heading torwards Containment Shaft Alpha.

Alrighty then! I think. Guess I'll be going myself.

* * *

I slowly approach the plague containment chamber with a clipboard and a camera.

I hold my head up to the door. I hear heavy breathing. Luckily, he's fast asleep.

I open the door and creep inside. I accidentally, lean on the door, which slams behind me. Subject 342 simply yawns, and rolls over and goes back to sleep.

I'm surprised to find that the room is built like a habitat. There's a small filtered water stream, fake trees, a large UV heat lamp, and on a fake rock is Subject 342.

It's strange. He's not sleeping on his back or his side, but he is sleeping in a twisted position that's humanly impossible. It's almost as if he's trying to coil himself...

He is now completely covered in dark red scales. He has long arms and hands with four very long, clawed fingers. His legs appear to be paralyzed. He has yellow, overlapping scales on his chest like the underbelly... of a snake. He has a large tail, about 5ft long, coming out where his backbone should end.

When this hallucination is over, let me know.

I begin to snap a few snapshots and notes of this creature, but then I drop my clipboard.

His eyes snap open. They're kind of a yellowish green, with slit pupils, which are even more snakelike, due to the heat lamp.

He lifts himself up, and looks around to see where the sound came from. He keeps looking in the wrong direction, as if his hearing has changed. Eventually we make eye contact.

There's no humanity left in those cold, orange eyes.

"Oh, it'sss you," he hisses. "It'ss about time you let me know what you did to me,"

I take a few steps back. He definitely has fangs, and very, very sharp claws.

"I-I Don't kn-" I say, quivering with fear.

I begin to make a run for the door, but then I remember that this is the Stupid Door. It locks from both sides, so I need to find my key. I pull out my keychain, which contains about 100 keys, due to the immense size of the facility. Before I can begin looking, Subject 342 tries to lash out at me, but he trips over his legs and falls over on the fake grass.

I try to scream, but I am frozen with fear. A green goo, which appears to be my cancer cure comes out of skin. It begins binding his legs together with his tail. He desperately tries to pull his legs apart, but can't as I hear the crunching of bones. New skin and flesh begins growing over the new bones, leaving him with a big stub instead of legs.

It doesn't stop there. The stub begins crunching, and stretching, as if he was made of putty. I hear more of the dreadful crunching, as his stub, now 10 feet long comes to a point, like a snake's tail.

His whole body stretches, as if something is trying to push out. I can't even begin to imagine how much pain he is in, with his organs stretching and his skeleton crunching. He now looks about 20ft long and counting. His upper body crunches, becomes more snakelike, but still a vaguely humanoid shape.

There's more goo, and crunching, as his tail fuses with his former legs. I suddenly remember that I left my key on my desk...

He gets up, obviously in pain. He begins letting out an inhuman scream, as his head tips back, crunches and reforms, becoming less humanoid in the process it now resembling a cross between the shape of a human head, and a snake head. He looks around with a look of extreme anger on his face and lets out a hiss of pain.

He has become a snaketile, a creature that the SSAM has been trying to keep secret from the world for good reason. The creature whose DNA was mixed in with the chemical.