The Experiments RP

The Experiments RP

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{... Oh! Your awake. My name is narrator. You're [Name] but the sci's call you experiment [number].} You touch your neck to feel a collar around your neck {I see you discover the shock collar. Be careful, if you break one rule that shock collar will activate. Creating a VERY very painful shock to your whole body.} You look around your surroundings. You were in a white room with a speaker in the corner of the wall, there's also a large glass window and beside it was a metal door. You tried to open the door but you can't. You keep trying and trying you didn't stop. Until... "Ah! I see your awake... Experiment [number]."
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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