#dew oc

when the guy who sort of rescued you from your last captor is actually about to chop off your fucking wings with a bonesaw because they’re apparently a painful reminder of your past (he wants to help you forget those painful memories by creating new, worse painful memories to focus on instead) anyways Vian is a freak and i think we should kill him!!!!

An incessant thumping lulled them out from slumber, a repetitive, painful hang against their head like a hammer. The source came from right above them, as usual. Having two heartbeats around them got annoying with time, but they were able to repress their instincts, and from then they had thought that it wouldn't bother them anymore. But, alas, they were wrong.

Being in the dark made it all the more worse. Able to focus on nothing but the heartbeat of their new friend — or, at least, that's what Ruaridh assumed; they couldn't be certain whether he or their saviour were friends or foes just yet — made it all the more difficult to repress the thought of shutting it up themself. And they couldn't hold it back for long.

On one hand, they knew it'd be a bad decision to even move a muscle; they begged their body to remain still, pressing their pillow firmly against their ear in the hopes the noise will subdue. But on the other, Derwyn's words echoed in their mind: "If you hear something you don't like, you get rid of it. Understood?"

And Ruaridh did understand, they really did. They knew for a fact that this noise irritated them, and they didn't like it — fuck, they hated it. It was like a constant headache, and Ruaridh would do anything to relieve the pain.

So they made up their mind. Their body felt like it was on autopilot; they couldn't exactly control their movements, only able to observe what little they could see in the dark. Snaking out of bed, perching up on the railing of the top bunk and lowering their head so their horns don't bang into the ceiling.

There he was; they didn't remember his name, but from what little conversation they could recall their saviour introducing them to him, his name began with a "D". He looked so oblivious peaceful, pristine wings sprawled out over the railing of the bed, hanging down the ladder as he slept. Tired eyes closed and relaxed, loosely clutching some sort of creature in his arms. It looked to be some sort of duck? It was unnaturally big, and fluffy, and it wasn't moving or breathing, and had no heartbeat. Why would he sleep with a big, dead duck in his arms?

They cleared the thought from their mind, a clawed hand reaching out to turn him over onto his back as carefully as possible. There were no signs of him waking up, so Ruaridh proceeded.

They couldn't help but feel bad at the prospect of ruining the lovely jumper he wore; it looked extremely comfortable. But they couldn't stop themself from snaking one hand around his neck to hold him down, the other pressing right over his heart and digging and digging and sinking their claws into—

A scream knocked them out of whatever state they were in, and they drew back and slipped from the railing, landing on their back with a loud thump. Beads of blood coated their claws, and his new friend — and what would've been their meal if he were to stay asleep, no doubt — shot up in bed.

"What the fuck?!"

Ruaridh stammered for words, but none would come out; they wanted to apologize, to plead that they didn't mean to, that they couldn't control themself and that they were so, so fucking sorry. But it seemed as though he wasn't keen on listening, as when they tried to come closer, he shielded his wounded body with his wings, a frightened yelp sounding in the darkness.

"Don't— Don't fucking touch me—"

And sure, this was probably said in the heat of the moment — their friend was, most likely, distressed and in pain, and he had every right to not want them close to him — but Ruaridh suppressed a flinch, lowering themself from the ladder again.

They tried to explain themself. "I'm sorry, I really am, I just didn't— I forgot that you weren't—"

But Ruaridh paused, hearing the faint sound of footsteps thumping down the winding staircase they'd been led down with the promise of a warm meal and a bath not even a day ago.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

Ruaridh knew hiding in the bathroom would just be stalling the inevitable, but they couldn't stop themself from dashing into that small, sterile room.

They would have loved this. You never got to show them.

okay i’m not sure if this will be quick because there’s a LOT HAHA

the last lab rat ocs:

dew - 23, he/him, autistic, trans, polyamorous asexual panromantic. anton’s sad test subject with wings and weird eyes. loves to fly and loves his friends

anton - 26, he/it, autistic, trans, aroace. silly mad scientist. does not want to think about his past. tries to be nice to his test subjects but fails at it

max - 22 when they died, they/it, autistic, ptsd, genderqueer, gay. anton’s previous test subject who died mysteriously and haunts the lab as a ghost. has trouble remembering. went through the horrors

basil and sasha - anton’s mouse and snake friends. he basically a device that allows them to talk. basil died though .. sasha helps dew escape but they’re not very good at it

pierce - anton’s mentor and father figure. taught him everything he knows. cold and clinical and does not gaf about the wellbeing of his subjects. evil and fucked up i hate him and im throwing rocks at him.

hayden, layla and sawyer - dew’s friends and roommates. they like video games and fun stuff. they do not realize dew’s missing because anton cloned him

blood runs cold ocs:

silas - gay vampire mortician who eats corpses and tortures people for fun. i love him so much please he needs to be vivisected and thrown into the sun and buried alive and gutted and mind controlled and

aspen - 20, he/they, bisexual, autistic, trans, dog/wolf furry and otherkin. immortal human who gets tormented by silas for a long ass time. goes through the horrors. eventually gets turned into a werewolf

lyle - 20, she/her, autistic, lesbian, trans. yet another oc who haunts the narrative. died before the story started but this is not the end. studied witchcraft and dark magic and all that. more will be revealed eventually

harley - werewolf who turned aspen. they’re also boyfriends and love eachother very much. they cuddle in their wolf den together its so cute. harley can be scary at times but that’s okay

ambrose - silas’s ex. the vampire who turned him. they match each others freak in the worst ways please somebody kill them both. ambrose has a lot of thralls and loves mind controlling people. possessive control freak. killed by silas

other ocs you might see here:

ollie - humanoid rat creature. he/him. lab rat. 3 inches tall. runt of the litter. is pretty smart and crafty but unfortunately freezes up when he gets scared which is most of the time. does not like being picked up

mozzarella - ollie’s sibling. any pronouns. 6 inches tall. transfem. freak of nature. radioactive. has rabies. became a mad scientist after escaping the lab. do not let this thing near you

oakley - ollie and mozzie’s sibling. they/it/she/he. genderfluid. also a freak. genuinely would not mind being kept as a pet. that just makes life easier for it. dangle them by the tail and toss them around and put them in a cage for enrichment

the trickler - dumbass faerie who’s really really bad at being a fae. has internet brainrot humor and gets magic by pranking or annoying people. has toxic yaoi with his computer

byte - trickler’s computer. doesn’t know how it gained sentience but knows it has something to do with that stupid fae. hates the trickler but also loves him. toxic yaoi ass

ask game

✋ - A hand carding gently through their hair

🥰 - Post-nightmare cuddles