A Hectic House

Experimenting

Just a warning that this is quite gory so if you don't like that feel free to skip

"What did you do to me?" Chase asked, he snapped his mouth shut at the feminine voice leaving his throat and looked down.

He screamed and covered his mouth with his hands, his long green hair falling into his eyes. Everyone in the room gasped in utter shock and horror as Chase scooped up his hat and clutched his hat to his chest, pulling his knees towards his torso.

Die was the first to move and stepped towards Chase, yanking him to his feet by his slim wrists and looked at him.

"Should we call you Miss Brody?" he smirked.

The demon scientists started laughing at the awful joke and Chase paled. "Reverse it," Schneep demanded.

Die thought for a moment before grinning devilishly at Chase. "I don't think so, you're coming with me."

He began dragging Chase to the door and he tried to free his wrist, digging his heels into the ground.

"What are you doing?" Jackie yelled as his shock wore down slightly.

Die ignored him and dragged Chase out the room, the trick shooter thrashing violently. The other trapped egos began yelling at the demons in the room, Jameson being the only one who was not directing his attention to their captors.

The mute glanced nervously at Anti's blood soaked bandages around his neck, the always open wound weeping more than usual and had turned the white bandages a dark crimson colour.

An ear piercing scream filled the air and the egos started yelling louder, throwing themselves against the glass and desperately trying to get to Chase, demanding that the demons let him go.

After around ten minutes of screaming the room next door fell silent and the egos thought the worst. Then the warehouse door was flung open and Die came back, dragging Chase in and flinging him to the floor in the middle of the tanks.

The first thing they saw was blood. All up his arms, legs, all across his face and his torso. The hatch slid open above Schneep and he was dragged out by Die's blood stained hands.

"Heal Miss Brody," he pushed the doctor down beside Chase and dumped a large first aid box down beside the two. "If he dies in your arms you will join him."

Then all the demons left the room, Chase curled into a ball and wrapped his arms around himself.

"Chase, you need to tell me vat he did," Schneep said softly.

Chase whimpered and curled in on himself more, Schneep sighed and sat up on his knees lightly rolling Chase onto his back. He cried out and tears dripped down the sides of his face. Schneep gasped and his eyes began to fill with pure raged tears. Across Chase's forehead the word 'DIE' had cut into the skin.

Schneep flipped the first aid lid open and pulled out alcohol wipes. "Zis is going to sting Chase, I apologise in advance." He firstly wiped the blood from his face, taking three wipes to get rid of all the red.

Once Schneep had cleaned the final wounds the packet of wipes were empty. Chase continued whimpering as the German inspected the cuts and sighed in relief seeing they weren't too deep. Schneep used all the bandages to wrap up his arms and legs and torso.

The doctor hesitated before peeling the back off a large plaster and stuck it on his forehead. Chase sat up and looked sadly down at himself, rips up and down his jeans and shirt.

"Here are some clothes, Muffin," Die appeared, dropped a stack of clothes onto the floor and ripped the plaster off Chase's forehead. "Don't cover up your ownership."

"He's not a fucking pet!" Anti snapped and kicked the glass.

Die ignored him and disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Chase hesitantly picked up the clothes and inspected them before nodding to the others and they respectively looked away.

Chase pulled on black ripped skinny jeans, a baggy khaki green t-shirt, a baggy white zipper and trainers. Chase pulled his cap on and fixed his long hair, slightly relieved that he could hide his chest.

Chase coughed. "I'm ready," he closed his mouth quickly and wrapped his arms around himself.

"Good," Die appeared in the room and looped an arm around Chase's neck loosely, pulling him into his chest. "Now back in your tanks."

A shadowy hand grabbed Schneep by the back of his coat, dumping him back into his tank. Die created a fist in Chase's new long hair and dragged him back in between Jack and Bim's tanks and the walls rose around him, the hatch covering the top.

Die disappeared in a puff of smoke again and Chase let out a gasping breath, sliding down the glass and tears dripping from his eyes.

"Chase," Marvin croaked.

"I don't want to be a girl," he sobbed quietly. "I feel so helpless like this."

"What did he do?" King asked.

"He said he was going to see if changing genders affected my pain tolerance," Chase sniffled and rubbed his nose.

"Do you wanna be known as a she?" Anti asked, he received a few glares but Chase simply shrugged.

"Why not?" He looked down and then around him. "Do you think this is permanent?"

They all nervously glanced between each other.

They had no idea.