The rain had draped the BFB grounds in a heavy stillness, the kind that made every shadow feel alive. At first, it was just another storm, nothing more than nature's usual tantrum. But behind closed doors, Golf Ball was already at work. Bracelety had been taken, reduced to nothing more than an experiment-an object to test, to prod, to measure. Locked away, she barely resisted, and for a while that was enough. Yet Golf Ball's mind was never satisfied. The thought lingered: one subject can't be enough. Her calculations, her hunger for answers, pushed her further than before. Each strike of thunder outside seemed to echo the growing weight of that idea. And then, quietly, she decided. A single subject was no longer enough to feed her curiosity. The storm was her cover, the silence her stage. One door unlocked, one experiment ended, but not out of mercy-out of ambition. Golf Ball's gaze had shifted outward. The hunt was no longer a thought. It had already begun. TW: -Drug/Alcohol usage -Suicidal thoughts -Descriptive violence/gore. -Suggestive jokes/tones -Swearing. -Shipping I suppose. ------------------------Note-------------------------- Remember I'm good at writing but not perfect so...yeah. Each chapter will take time. so be patient. this ultimately ain't a Infection AU anymore. - inspired by Experiment 21

uh tw gore...suggestive art and...idk. there might be non osc stuff here idc. Arts again!!! Won't quit this time gang