MENTAL LAB
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(Trigger Warning! blood, violence, swearing, cigarette use. pg 14+)
Currently working on a rewrite!
After 1106 got selected for the facilities next big project, The world around her starts to change. Vines wear on the walls and gravity almost shifts. Her injection is reported to have caused these episodes. Whenever she "wakes up", she's met with the same thing, signs. Warnings. She needs an antidote before she stays asleep forever. Will the messages give one to her, you'll need to find out on your own.
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