Goiky Labs - Project: DreaMaker (BFDI sci-fi au)

Here for You

Night. 

Darkness. 

Silence. 

Droning. 

Alone in your chamber, the ambiance of the sleeping lab had two sides of it. For some, it was all calm, a gentle solace from the deafening madness during day time and noon. For some others, there was no serenity even during sleeping hours, whether there be nightmares, the constant anxiety of something popping up and killing you in your bed, or simply, the choking loneliness. 

For Grassy, the night was always restless. 

Ever since Loser was corrupted, he felt only more and more hopeless with life in the lab. He just wasn't brave enough to handle everything alone...Grassy was not very good at socializing, let alone handling himself during any time of the lab. 

He always preferred relying on others, whether it be an idol..a friend....well....friends who he could genuinely rely on just weren't something he could find. Grassy was one of the most jejune subjects in the lab. He needed more than just a here-and-there buddy to help him out during the torturous science project, he needed.......

....

Grassy laid in his bed, curled up into a ball, fast asleep..but sweating. 

His heart rate pounded. His fingers twitched. He tossed and turned. Nightmares, nightmares. nightmares. nightmares. nightmares.

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Grassy laid on a metal table, fear irradiated through his every being. The tension he felt as he looked around quaked his soul, seeing bright lights, darkness, blurs....then two figures by his side, looming over him. The yellow doctor...and the blue doctor. 

The yellow doctor looked at a tablet full of data, whilst the blue doctor sorted out some tools...

"Hm....GR4SSY-057. Disposition Sanguine. Physical Experiments Average. Mental Experiments Average. Collaboration Passable....."  the yellow doctor spoke out basic info on Grassy...

"Huh...not very easy to work with....pretty easy to see...he's immature." the blue doctor scoffed, taking out a butcher's knife, sharpening it...Upon seeing the blade Grassy's heart rate increased...he struggled in the straps.

"....I mean...you could say he's a...kid..."  the yellow doctor looked down at Grassy panicking...he felt bad...gently caressing the bundle of green's head...causing the individual blades of grass to curl up a bit...

"Oh don't even bother with that idea, he was created just like any other subject." the blue doctor raised the butcher knife....the yellow doctor backed away...sighing somberly...