Talisman of Men (Tomtord/Eddmatt)

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Project T.O.M. Report one.

We have taken in a young boy to experiment on due to his unnatural conditions. After wiping his memory, we got to work. With our technology, we ĩ̷̦ȩ̴̓a̸̠͋l̶̮̓ ̷̰͑p̴̬̚ǹ̸̙o̸̩̚ ̶̺̚ê̶͉b̶̫͘ḅ̵͋ ̸͕̆r̶̤͊r̴̺͌e̴̳͋ḿ̵̤ē̴͓s̸͙͒c̵͕̋t̴̔͜ḏ̸̿ ̶͎̈w̸̬̽ ̷͕͠o̴̭̒u̶̟͌h̶͇̋i̴̪͆ď̵̝.̷͎̋h̷̞͛a̷̜̚t̵͙̍o̵͇͒t̷̢͆i̸̲͠s̷̫̊ḽ̵̊ ̸̨̏s̶̛̟h̴̬̾o̴̩̔t̸͙̉ ̶͔̔v̸̡̈́s̴͉̐s̸̺̔ ̷̮͒i̵̹͋ḿ̵͍t̷̟͐. It went better than expected. Perhaps this whole thing will be easier than we thought. If he works, s̶̢͂o̸̧̓ ̸͍̾o̴̩͒o̸̤̕ṱ̸̍r̵̘͑n̸̛̺r̵̮̚d̸̡͝ê̸̹e̸̖̾ ̸̤̑a̶̡͋h̴͚̾c̷̳͗.̸̜̿o̵̟͠ḩ̶̒i̴͎͐m̶͍̈́u̴̥͌e̷͖͌s̵͉̽ ̵̱͘ẗ̶̰́n̸̬͝u̷̹̔n̵͍͌w̴̟̓s̸̗̈́s̸̺̈́W̶̕ͅt̴̰̍n̸̓͜ ̶̨͊d̶̼̐w̶͇͊l̷̢̋i̵͙̎ö̶̤ḩ̴̕.̴̢̃ ̶͓͝ ̵̢̈́ẅ̴̹ ̷̭̌ǒ̸̩l̷͍̚ ̴̺̒a̷̞̽o̵̢̾a̷͓̔ ̴̻́r̷͙͒l̶̹̈́e̸̝̅h̴̨͠n̸͔͛n̸̝̂ ̵̬͂ṕ̵ͅd̷̡̎ ̷̥̀r̸͚̈l̴̻̑e̴̘͠s̷̱͂f̷̛̦r̷̟̂v̴̮̓l̵̯͘e̶̥̅l̵͙̈́i̶̖̓k̵̐ͅ ̸̱͐m̸̰̔a̸͇̿d̷̢̿ĝ̶̗e̵̦͝ ̸͕̔e̶̝͑,̶̤̌e̸̘͐.

I'll continue in the next report. Thank you for your time.

Project T.O.M. Report seven.

Something is off with the project. His i̷̗͝p̷̗̀H̵̭́,̵͍̀ ̸̖͝ ̶͙̓è̶͕ ̴͙̕l̸̬̆l̸͑ͅd̶̹̅w̷͉̐a̶̛̲m̸̬͠r̴̛̼ ̵̲͂g̷̞̒ä̴̼́ ̷͕̽n̶̛̘f̴̭̄n̸͙͊k̶͙̍b̶̜̽i̷̮͝e̴̟͝s̷̥̊ǫ̵̛ẻ̷͖ř̴͕i̸̧̇s̶̛͓ơ̸̰s̶͕͆ó̴̠, but he's been aggressive lately. Not to mention, his memory loss is getting worse. I'm afraid of those two elements mixing, resulting in an attack. I'm requesting a team of defense to be stationed at the lab to protect both the experiment and the lab workers.

I'll continue in the next report. Thank you for your time.

Project T.O.M. Report eight.

Why haven't you sent the team yet? You're endangering everybody in this lab and, possibly, everybody outside. This boy is supposed to be our last hope, yet you're not even protecting him, ȩ̶̑xr̴̢̛̮͗̿̉͜r̸̙̗̦̙̐do̸̢̯̖͎̔̏͋́̿ḧ̷̖̞́̈́̐̔͘cp̶͕̟̯̘̃͒̈́h̷̩͚̒̈͠gc̶͈͈̦̿͗ͅt̷͇͆̍͘i̶͉͚̅̎͂͒s̸̡͍͚̪̒̀̍̉. Where's your soul?

Listen, sir. As far as we know, he's l̴̹͒e̴͉͆̇̉e̷̦̣͜͝c̸̖͔̅̽̃ ̶̳͇͓̌̋̈́ủ̷̼ͅs̴̢̧͈̅p̴̡̖̏͝t̸̗̋̊̂ỏ̸̯͜m̶̘̌̓y̷͙͆̃t̷͈̲̞̊̄̅ ̶̡̳̍̑u̴̟͑̾ ̸̡̖͑̀̎í̸̺͕͇̄̕ŕ̶̲̳̪͘ơ̵̦̍͝n̸̗͆ṫ̷͍͗l̵̥̆̑̂i̷̞͂̿m̸̥̈́̀͜h̷̨̿̄͝e̷̮̐́͋m̴̨̥͍͑̉e̷̩͋̍v̶̪̞͋. If we have just a bit longer, we can fix this. Do not shut this project down, sir. If you do, you'll be killing everybody on this earth.

I expect you to send soldiers. Thank you for your time.

Project T.O.M. Report fourteen.

This is an emergency. They've escaped. Send help immediately.

I hear them outside the room. The project is probably dead now, but god, please save me.

He woke with a start.

A shaky breath escaped him as he looked around. The brightness of the room made him squint, glancing at the white walls and floors. He looked at the mirror in front of him.

He sat on some sort of medical bed. A thin white sheet below him kept the cool metal from seeping into his skin pale skin. Black eyes stared back at him, rustled and messy hair poking out all over. A short, too small medical gown draped over his body, covering him up.