Cruel & Blue (Eyeless Jack story)

Chapter 12

*HEYA WHAT'S CRACKIN' BABYYYY?! YO MAN THIS UPDATE IS SO SICK YO LIKE YOU BEST BELIEVES!! NOW IS DA TIME FOR YO'LL'S QUESTIONS, YA DIGGG???

QUESTIONS!!:
-What's your favorite TV show? (I have too many to even consider)
-From the voice actors you've heard, what best suit Jack and Ao and Sam? You guys can even include Jeffy Boo and Ellie Buns from KP toooooo. (I don't even know bro. Just curious though!)

SO YA BRO YOU GOES AND ENJOY DIS SICK CHAPTER YO LIKE FOR SHIZZLE ON THE DIZZLE MY NIZZLE.

Okay I'm gonna stop now.

NO I'M NOT.*

Stay Creepy, Yo!~

Chapter 12

Ian and I walked down the bright white hallways of the seventeenth floor. We had mostly passed by offices and other scientists came and went. But eventually after passing the offices, Ian and I came to a stop at a steel door, engraved with the company symbol. Next to it was a panel with buttons on it, made for a code input. Ian lifted a hand and input a code: 9087. I felt strange memorizing the pattern but I had watched him so intently that it happened. As he pressed the enter button, I noticed a ring on his left ring finger. It was silver with engraved swirling patterns over it. I smiled and said, "You're married?"

As the steel door slid to the left to allow us entrance, Ian looked at me and chuckled. "No, just engaged," he stated. The both of us walked through the doorway and a moment later the steel door slid shut again. "Who's the lucky girl?" I asked.

At the mention of this, Ian's cheeks and ears flushed pink and he pushed up his glasses bashfully. "Her name's Johanna," he admitted, "We used to be high school buddies until we decided to be a little more than that. And, well, the next thing I knew, I was kneeling in front of her, holding up her ring and asking her to be my wife...!" He stifled a warm chuckle after he was done speaking and I couldn't help but 'aww' in response. "High school honeys!" I remarked with a squeal, "That's so romantic! How long have you two been engaged? When do you plan on getting married?"

"Six months," he answered, "and, I'll tell ya, they're the best six months ever. As for the marriage date, we're still working out a few things."

"Well, that's really nice," I said, smiling. He revealed a confident smile and we kept walking. As soon as we started, I began to realize the surroundings were different than the white hallways behind the steel door. In fact, we were only in a long corridor, with black marble tile and gray walls. Ian and I strolled down the corridor, this taking up about three minutes, until we came to another steel door but this one opened upon motion unlike the previous one. And what I saw next stunned me to my very core.

Rows upon rows of lab tables, most filled with science equipment, terminals and papers, were right in front of me. Scientists bustled about, carrying papers, tapping their fingers on tablets, discussing information with their colleagues. Large screens on walls and on stands displayed codes, information, pictures and diagrams of whatever kind of experiment that the screen was assigned to show data of. As a background to all of this, the far wall was nothing but glass windows giving a view of the vast city below. The black lab tables had faint white lights under them, giving the already futuristic room a more futuristic feel. I couldn't help but just stare in awe. I thought only movies could ever hold these kinds of things but now that I'm seeing them in person, I'm starstruck.

"This is the main center for all genetic and biological data and associates of several corporate projects," Ian explained, noting my fascination, "You could say this is the very heart of what genetic engineering is here at TIRACorp."