𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙏𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚ೃ. [ SoraMafu ]

𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙

Mafu was a normal human who lived in Tokyo, Japan. He was happy, he had friends and he even was doing very well at university.
He was studying everything he could about music, he was really interested in it.

He seemed happy, but his family showed his dark side. His family was famous for having a private lab, but it had dark secrets no one knew.

Mafu's uncle tried to get him into the lab as an experiment, but he managed to escape up until now.

He was safe.

Until he heard a knock on his door.
He knew who it was, but he wasn't going to let himself be an experiment; he didn't want anyone to make him drive crazy. He was happy, he didn't want everything to end so soon.

But he knew everything would end when his front door was knocked down by his uncle's lab employees, they were searching for him and he didn't have anyone to call.

Oh, wait, he did.

He grabbed his phone as fast as he could and tried to call his friend Amatsuki, his breath was going in a fast pace, he felt his body weaker and his eyes watering.

"Yes, Mafu-Kun?"

"Amatsuki, if I go crazy... it wasn't me... when you see me screaming and laughing like a psychopath, don't think it's me.
If one day I turn into that, please know I'll be already dead for that moment, and the only thing that will have my body is...
M4"

Mafu couldn't finish saying his experiment name, his uncle was now in front of him, which made him scream his lungs out. Now Amatsuki wouldn't know him, he would be forgotten and everyone would relate him to that monster he is going to become.

His legs were taken by those wrinkled hands, those fingers that were once full of blood that contained chemicals that him, his uncle, made.

He was being taken by a monster... into a world he didn't want to know about, his life was going to change in a way he never wanted it to.

"Why am I in here?" He thought, trying to escape his new reality.

His surroundings were scary, even thought they were just four white walls, they reminded him of a hospital.
The room he was in had no furniture, just some white lights and the walls and floors were made of cushions; if he was in the mood and didn't know what this type of room was meant for, he would've probably thrown himself on the floor to sleep.

He couldn't stop his eyes from opening as wide as plates, he was dead, and if he wasn't, he was going to die soon.
The realization hit him hard, he knows that after his uncle injects those chemicals inside of him, he's not going to be the same ever again.

At the end, his happiness was really gone, he didn't have any chances of getting out.
Amatsuki was probably worried, his uncle's employees broke his doors and windows down, and Amatsuki probably saw that when he got worried and went to check on him.

Suddenly, a doubt goes across his mind.
Was there anyone else there?
Was anyone suffering like him?

He couldn't get out of the boring room, he probably wouldn't know, when he got out he would probably never have the consciousness to talk to them without having problems with the new chemicals inside his body.

The door opened, his uncle was there, looking at him.

—Finally I get to have you here, little snow head.— His uncle said, referring to his white hair, his uncle was interested in him for his weird looks.

White hair and red eyes, he had pale skin and a thin body.

He was different, he wasn't like the other humans... and his uncle wanted to take advantage of that.
Since Mafu was young, his uncle has been warning him about his future and calling him by his experiment name.

He never thought things would go the way his uncle wanted, he was trapped, waiting for some lab employees to inject needles in his back.

—You're probably processing everything right now, but let me tell you that there's no time for that.—

—What do you mean?— At the moment he lets out his first words in that place, a lot of employees come up to him and grab him by his hair and leave bruises on his arms, taking him to a bed.

The employees tied his legs and arms up to the bed, his face facing the floor through a hole on the bed.

—Welcome to your first chemical test, and remember this day, it's your last sight of sanity.—

13/??/2020