After Henry’s attack, you somehow survived, but you had lost almost all ability to speak. It didn’t matter if you were only one of two left, Papa hated you. You were always the weakest and he despised you for it. He only kept you around after the massacre as incentive for Eleven; his pride and joy. When she didn’t, or couldn’t do as he said he would hurt you. Papa decided that if you couldn’t use your powers then he would make you stronger in other ways and appointed you a tutor to strengthen your mind. When an opportunity to escape came you took it. You grabbed Eleven and the two of you ran as far as you could. You thought you were safe, but when Papa’s men came you and Eleven you were forced to run again. You lost her in the woods, but you stumbled upon someone else. A boy who appeared to be your age. He said his name was Steve.
(An episode by episode fic, possibly with extra chapters. Hopefully I make it through them all.)
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Imagine this. Sebastian noticing one expendable who seems to get more and more monstrous each time they visit him. Are they turning into the next monster to be added? Or is something else happening?
Take care and drink water!
FUCK ZEAL, I DO NOT SUPPORT HIM OR ZERUM. THEY SILENCED A VICTIM. THIS WAS MADE BEFORE THE DOCUMENT
taking way too long to do these bc of a fic comm that was in the works for over a damn month, but since that's done, I'm finally able to return to the cosmic lake. Though it would be only headcannons for a while. (Plus I need to go in for a small operation this coming friday so... yep, wanna get something out)
Despite Everything....
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Sebastian would have known something was up when multiple expendables started to come in with one similar mutation.
Everyone, and I mean everyone started walking around with gills on their neck. Guess Urbanshade didn't want to keep paying for air tanks. The PDG still had the explosives in them, but that was to be expected.
You were a bit different though. One of the few who were lucky enough to keep coming back. He loved to use the coffin joke every few runs just to see you roll your eyes and groan, before asking for a few supplies.
He starts to stare around the 17th run though.
Your eyes were... dimmer. A slit was forming above your human eyes, growing red and irritated as the time dragged on.
He started to ask P.ai.nter to keep an eye on you. Asked him to go easy with the turrets on you, eventually telling him to only shoot the more violent entities if they were following too closely.
The one time you were late, he asked the little computer to try and locate you. But... you weren't walking around the usual paths. Or vents. Or docks.
Well. One dock had some movement.
But it wasn't human.
Sebastian would be listening to the little computer ramble on about Urbanshade never using that dock, being really damn lucky it wasn't the planned escape route for them, asking for an update for the radio message, oh wait the creature was looking up to the camera-
When he described those little, tiny fearful eyes, Sebastian bolted.
He knew you were getting more uncomfortable in the claustrophobic hallways, the bright lights always flickering, and the dark jumpsuits that seemed... too small on you the last time he saw you.
Two weeks ago.
The dock was shrouded in darkness, none of the lights being switched on to guide the way forwards. The few metal shelves littering the walls and some scattered across the floor had a few boxes and crates decorating them, covered in a fine layer of dust. It was..... worrying.
Why would they dump you here? Were you really even here? Were they done trying to use you for the crystal retrieval program? Were you still alive?
The faint, almost silent dragging of something heavy across concrete made his fins perk up.
His tail slithered forwards, lure flickering to light up the small area around him, the bioluminescence on his tail glowing faintly. The dragging stopped, something glinting just by the water's edge. Sebastian held up a hand, hesitating before he reached out.
Something... didn't.... seem....
A clawed hand cupped rough skin. Tears started to leak out of four eyes.
Sebastian....
Sebastian started to cry, too. Silently.
Here you were, bigger. Different. Changed.
No longer the same face he saw in his shop. Twisted and stretched into a different form.
He reached down to cradle you closer to his chest, not moving as you claw to burry yourself into his jacket. You were much bigger (and longer) now, but he could still carry you around.
//i got the brainrot bad…… post s2 steve and experiment!reader for yall because i had a vision. takes place just after they meet :) the only description of the reader is that they have short hair—
also, thanks for all the love on ‘i think we’re alone now’, it’s so kind! enjoy!!//
pairing: steve harrington x 009!reader
“well, what do you like to do for fun?”
your hair is too short. you’re staring at yourself in the mirror like there’s something wrong with the way you look, and steve hasn’t got the faintest clue as to what that could be—
he thinks you look perfect.
but he can see it, in the way that you run your hand over your little pixie cut, only having grown an inch or two since you’ve gotten out of the lab.
steve makes a mental note to give you some tips— his hair was like his first baby, and he can tell by the way you eye his that you’re a little jealous of it (and you wouldn’t say it to him, but you’re also a little entranced by his hair. it’s very pretty).
he watches as you glance to his reflection in the mirror, indirectly meeting his gaze. you shrug at his question.
you don’t really have a lot of hobbies. but you’ve been out of the lab for three months. the air is cold, dry— January in Hawkins is unlike anything you’ve ever seen.
you hung out with steve on december 15th— when he was sulking over nancy, when you had just watched your sister get dolled up, going to her first dance, a strange sort of bitter jealousy filling your belly, considering how happy for her you were.
but your only plans for the night had been to sit in your room, rereading the copy of romeo & juliet you had gotten years ago— the only luxury you got in the lab. papa had given it to you, a sort of apology for favoring el so heavily while you were left to be trained by one of the younger orderlies.
and because of that, you couldn’t talk very well, your education limited, and your writing skills were subpar— but you knew shakespeare. you studied that book front to back, back to front.
so when steve’s beamer pulled up to the cabin, it had alarmed you, since no one else was home. the knock at the door was even worse, but you were stronger than you looked.
thankfully, you didn’t have to beat steve up. he asked you if you wanted to watch a movie he had gotten— and then held up a copy of e.t.
it took three hours to watch, because you kept having to pause to ask steve about things you didn’t understand. but you paid attention, enjoying the movie, enjoying company. the next week, he came over with a copy of the dark crystal.
so movie night became a thing.
the saturday after christmas, steve came over with a copy of risky business, and a box wrapped in shiny red wrapping paper, a new flannel and pants that properly fit inside, and you handed him a small gift bag with two hand braided bracelets.
steve was your first friend.
but it kills him that while he’s at school or at work, you’re just sitting at home, no one to talk to, nothing to do— he thinks it bothers him so much because it’s not much of a life; why escape an isolating lab just to sit around all day?
“there has to be something you like doing,” he prods, “what do you do while you’re waiting around for me to come over?” his words are light, teasing, but you detect worry in his voice.
so without another word, you get up from the floor of the cabin and walk over to your room, grabbing your book, before walking back and sitting in the same spot & position as before, before handing steve the book.
he takes it, looking at the well loved book.
“romeo & juliet?” he wonders, “you like shakespeare?”
steve got assigned the book in high school. he did not read it. he regrets it now.
you nod.
“papa gave it to me.”
“hopper? he doesn’t seem like—“
“no. papa.”
steve looks at you, realizing that papa must be someone you don’t care to talk about, given the way you won’t look at him. you usually aren’t big on eye contact, but you can at least look at him.
so he decides to ask,
“have you read any of his other stuff?”
you tilt your head.
“other stuff?”
steve’s face twists in confusion before realizing no one has ever told you that the guy who wrote your favorite book was not a one hit wonder, but had changed the literary canon as we know it (although steve phrases it a lot less delicately.)
“oh, dude, he has like, a million books and plays and stuff.”
“a million?” you question, and it makes him smile. you’re like a parrot. it’s cute.
“well, maybe not a million.” he corrects, “but a lot. he’s a popular dude. we can get some of his books at the library, if you want.” he offers.
“..steve?”
“yeah?”
“…what’s a library?”
steve knows you grew up in a lab, but some of the things you ask kind of breaks his heart.
“it’s like..” he sighs, trying to explain stuff that seems normal to him, “a big.. store where you can get books, but it’s free and you have to return them after like two weeks.”
you blink.
“and they have more like this?” you ask, pointing to your book.
steve smiles.
“yeah. plenty more. wanna go?”
“yes, please.”
steve is standing before you even finish.
“c’mon grab your coat,” he says, going to pull his own on. he looks at you, who is still running a subconscious hand over your head. he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a warm knit beanie, a dark green color. “here,” he says, offering to you.
you stare at him.
“c’mon, nines, just take it.” he pushes, “i’d rather you not freeze over a trip to the library.” and when your fingers hesitantly curl around his hat to take it, steve is turning and opening the door before you can say no.
the beanie is warm, protects your ears from the cold, and, yes, smells of coconut and something artificial, like hairspray. it’s comforting.
the drive to the library is short— it’s a friday afternoon, so everyone’s gotten out of school and is excited for the weekend. you people watch out the window, wondering if you could feel as normal as everyone else looks.
steve pulls into a spot in front of the library, climbing out of the car and saying,
“well, this is it, the—“ he glances over to your side of the car, and when he doesn’t see you, he realizes you’re not out of the car yet. he walks over to your side, opening the car door for you, like that’s what you’re waiting for. but you can’t seem to move. he bends down and looks at you, one hand on his hip, one on the top of the car, as he leans against the door. “everything okay?”
you’re not very good at expressing your emotions. but you’re trying to be better at it. you had even made it your ‘new years resolution’ (once steve explained what that was to you), and he’s determined to make you feel better.
“i am scared.” you finally say, only looking at him then. you study his kind brown eyes for what seems to be an eternity before you continue, “everyone will be looking at me, and they will know that i am..”
you let him fill in the blank— weird, creepy, freak.
“so you’re a little poorly socialized,” steve shrugs like it’s not a big deal. he wants you to feel normal. it’s not a lot, but it’s what he knows you crave. “big whoop. you’re gonna get better at going out and being around people the more you do it. ‘sides—“ he holds out a hand. “nothing wrong with doing it scared.”
you search for any sign of malice or manipulation in his eyes. all you can find is that he has very pretty eyelashes.
so, for the first time, but not the last— you take his hand in yours, and let him lead you to the library. he walks with you, as your eyes study the big brown building. he leads you on the steps, as you focus on the way steve’s hand feels in yours. warm. grounding.
inside the library, your attention shifts. a few people linger, a woman sits behind the front desk. and the library’s walls are covered in books. your eyes lock onto them, to the point where you begin to lead steve, instead of the other way around. your fingers graze over the spines of books, reading the titles and the authors.
steve squeezes your hand, begging your attention. you’re happy to give it to him, head turning to him. he leads you right to the wall of shakespeare books that sit in the back— a whole wall of classics.
“choose whatever interests you.” he says, and you slowly let go of his hand (steve clenches his hand when you let go, ignoring the way he misses your warmth), studying all the titles.
you pull out one shakespeare play— hamlet.
you step back and look to him, ready to leave. steve gives you this look.
“just the one?” you shrug. “you can have more than one.” he promises.
“how many?”
“as many as you want. world is your oyster.” you give him this look. “it’s an—“ he sighs, stepping forward to pull out a different shakespeare title— the merry wives of windsor. nancy had told him once that it’s where the expression comes from, and you take the book. “as many as you want.” he promises you.
in the end, you walk up to the desk with about 10 books.
hamlet, the merry wives of windsor, macbeth, king lear, the tempest, othello, a midsummer’s night dream, lord of the rings (a dustin henderson recommendation), 1984 (a jonathan byers recommendation), and an issue of a daredevil comic (a mike wheeler recommendation), the only one the library has.
“steve,” you say as you follow him, the stack of books split between the two of you, with steve carrying more of them. “do we just walk out with—“
“nah, we gotta check em out. here, watch,” he says, placing the stack on the main desk, smiling at the nice looking lady behind the counter. “hi, just these please.”
she looks at steve. and then at you. your fingers itch to find steve’s.
but without a word, she begins to stamp all ten books, including the comic. you watch, fascinated, before she says—
“these are due back a month from today. library card, please?” she asks, and you watch as steve’s hand disappears into his back pocket, opening it and flicking through i.d., credit cards, cash, before pulling out a blue card that has bold letters written onto it— hawkins public library. it’s dusty.
he hands it to the woman behind the counter, and neither of you say a word until you get back to the cabin. he helps carry your books inside and then into your room.
he shifts awkwardly as you pick up one of the titles. he knows you want to tell him to go home, that you want to read. but steve is selfish.
“thank you,” you start, “for taking me to the library.” you smile.
steve smiles back.
“..you know i never read romeo & juliet.” he confesses. “i was supposed to, but i never read any of the books assigned to us in class.” he laughs a little like it’s funny, but he hates the person he used to be. it’s hard to not hate the person he is right now.
“oh.” you shift your weight from one foot to another. “why not?”
steve shrugs.
“i don’t know. i guess i thought it would be too much.” he sees the way your face twists, “i was just.. i don’t read a lot, and the way it’s written, that old timey english..” he sighs. “it’s intimidating. scary.”
you pick the book up off your desk, turning to him, and handing it over. he looks at the book, and then to you.
“nothing wrong with doing it scared.” you remind, and his face flushes when he realizes that you really listen to him. it makes his stomach flip.
his fingers curl around your book, barely brushing against his.
but he doesn’t let go.
he asks,
“well would you read it to me? at least the beginning?” he asks softly, “that way if i have any questions you can answer them for me. considering you’re basically an expert.”
you blush at the idea of teaching steve something. of sharing this part of your soul. it’s strangely intimate.
over the course of the next few hours, you lay in your bed as steve takes various positions on your floor, listening to you read the book that he can tell you love, just based on the way you read it, and the way you’re happy to spend time going over it, answering questions.
he leaves long after the sun has set, with your most prized possession in hand. he falls asleep staring at the way you’ve drawn a heart next to a particular line—
“With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out.”
He made you with such precision and care that you truly are his favourite experiment. A healthy dose of fear (though to him he prefers the stronger flavours), poor coordination so you can’t fight back, your voice box won’t even reach above a certain level, not that you spoke much anyway. He was proud of himself for that one, thinking your screams and pleas would get annoying, however it’s moments like these where he wishes he had done otherwise.
It was a new bait he had been working on, an elixir to pacify monsters corrupted by the abyss. He had only given the cryo regisvine a few drops of abysmal residue and it was already thrashing with rage. By the time he sent you in, having drunk and sweat out his special cocktail, the creature had killed two guards and was already prepared to tear you limb from limb.
No matter, he could punish you and stitch you up after.
However, before the regisvine could so much as crush your spine through your chest, it quickly brought you to its core to examine the new pheromone.
It seems the elixir worked a little too well. Now it had you pushed up against the glass, visual only one way but you knew he was watching, your clothes tattered and your cock out. It must’ve bred you five times by now, your stomach inflated with its pods and your limbs frostbitten, if not completely dead by now. You struggled at first, though the mist it released was quick to numb your already weak body.
“Doctor…” you moaned, the inner mic picking up your pathetic sounds. There’s an interesting, slimy lubricant pouring out of your arse, your poor hole gaping around the intertwined appendage of the monster. The Doctor was fixated on the results, definitely not what he anticipated but he can’t say he disliked the outcome. After a moment of silence, you plead again, “Doctor, please… I feel so full…”
He supposes it’s time he got you out of there, it had been a good couple of hours now and the frost on your body was starting to rise over your chest and up your throat. He sets down his notepad and pushes the intercom, “Alright, I’ve seen enough. Hold on a moment.”
Your eyes shut in relief, shoulders slumping ever so slightly. A new gas filled the room, hitting both you and the regisvine. The beast thrashed momentarily before collapsing in a deep sleep, dropping your seemingly lifeless body to the icy floor.
He ordered two of his men to run in and collect you, placing you on a gurney and taking you to his surgery room.
Once he arrives, he notices your shallowing breathing first. Good, your torso seems to be fine, he’ll have to cut through your thighs and replace your legs though, as well as portions of your arms. Before that, he examines your brutilised hole, purple from the cold and friction of the creature’s copulation, oozing out the lubricant provided by the monster.
You were twitching, and despite the brutal scene, he wonders if you can still feel. The answer to that relies on your erected cock. A respectable size, though nothing to marvel at. He flicks on his medical gloves and collects some of the lube, running his finger up the length of your dick. You jolt and murmur, twitching at the shock. The Doctor circles his thumb and pointer before slipping his fingers around you, gently squeezing and moving up and down the head. He rubs his thumb over your leaky tip and repeats the process. You subconsciously thrust into him, moving your head side to side in overstimulation as your balls tighten and you cum all over your chest and stomach.
He laughs at you, removing his hand and sliding it over your inflated gut. Looking back to your arse, he can see the end of a shiny, white orb. With an experimental push to the top of your stomach, it enlarges and his eyes widen with interest.
“It seems I may not need to cut these out of you at all,” he muses to himself, pushing harder into you and watching as the egg is slowly pressed towards your opening, a slight delay before it ‘pops!’ right into the gurney tray. He excitedly lifts it to the air, the egg lighter than he expected, holding it to the light to see a small orb inside.
The Doctor sets it aside for later examination, turning back to you to see you’re not that smaller. He reaches his index and pointer fingers inside your anus with both hands and spreads your hole apart, eyeing another egg.
Coming to your side now, he looks at your face to see you in an uncomfortable sleep. With a smirk, he trails the back of his slimy hand along your forehead, moving some hair and sticking it out of your face, “My poor, pathetic half-wit. You must feel so cramped right now. Don’t worry, your doctor is here to make everything better.”
The pained groaning, the unconscious panting, the sigh of relief and the bit of cum that spurts from your cock are all reminders why he put so much effort into you. What was supposed to be an experiment of life had turned into something more precious than that; a truly remarkable pet.
His hands smooth over your tummy, massaging and guiding the last egg out, accompanied by an astounding amount of regisvine ejaculate that almost washed the egg off the table. You provided him with three new subjects to incubate and look into, a successful endeavour if he does say so himself.
Your blackening limbs now earn his attention. That’s easier said than done, his last load of corpses came rather mangled. Perhaps instead of starving you or leaving you outside for a week… Yes. This instead will suffice.
…
It’s the lightest you’ve ever gotten off with, usually the Doctor is extremely upset when you make him replace your body parts. You sit now on a pillow in front of the fire, your legs missing and only with one arm and hand, but you’re warm and fed and happy.
The dog bowl in front of you has some rice and chicken in it, which you gladly consume, starving after being unconscious and ravaged by the regisvine.
The Doctor said he has more things to play with now. He said you did a good job. You’re vibrating with an unfamiliar emotion of appreciation and an underlying fear of him lying or suddenly getting upset.
A whistle brings your attention, your head snapping up from your dog bowl to see him swirling a cup of water idly as he sits in his large chair. His legs move from being crossed to open, holding out the glass for you, “You must be thirsty, come, have a drink.”
You are thirsty. Even if you weren’t, you’re not stupid enough to disobey an obvious command. Everything is a command from him. So you awkwardly hobble over, your one arm helping you move and jump your legless body towards your creator.
He watches in absolute amusement, chuckling slightly at your misfortune. Still, you say thank you and don’t fight when he pushes the glass to your lips, lifting it so you can drink from the cup.
It’s refreshing, a substance you didn’t know you needed until you start consuming it. But he’s tipping too fast, and the water and slipping from the corners of your mouth and down your naked chest.
The Doctor tuts and pulls away, setting the glass down and reaching under your arm and around your waist to pull you into his lap. “Such a messy boy, you really can’t do anything can you? Even when I so graciously help.” Your lips part and your skin rises in goosebumps when he sticks his tongue out and makes a display of licking up the trails of water, circling his muscle around your nipple while keeping direct eye contact, “Maybe next time I should deliver it directly; mouth to mouth.”
His cock is straining against his pants and into your butt, his hands keeping you pressed down so he can roll his hips into you. You don’t know how to react, even after all this time, simply blushing and murmuring, “S-Sorry, Doctor.”
The Doctor sighs and lifts his head, kissing your cheek roughly and saying, “Perhaps I should upgrade you with better brains, though I honestly think you’re a lost cause.” His words always hurt, mostly because you know he’s not wrong. He can’t be wrong, he’s the smartest man alive.
“I’ll try to do better,” you say, dejected, daring to move your gaze away from him.
He’s in a good enough mood that he lets it slide, cooing and petting your clean hair, “But we know nothing you ever do will make you better. You’re stuck like this, in the image of how I created you.” You’re no one. You’ll never be your own person.
You nod, resting your head on his shoulder, “Yes, Doctor. I’m your creation.”
Changing the subject completely, he opens a drawer on the table beside him and pulls out some photos from a Kamera. To your horror, they’re pictures of you being assaulted by the cryo regisvine. “You know, I find it unfair that you made such lovely faces for that horrible creature,” he pouts, dramatically.
There’s photos of you being stretching by the vines, your face contorted in pain, one moment where you’re screaming because you thought your body was about to be split in two. Drool down your chin, cum on the window, eyes staring dead ahead at the unknown lense-
He pulls your head back by your hair, making your teary gaze look up at him. His curious look turns into a sharp smile, razor teeth biting and peeling your lips in a painful, bloody kiss that he can lap up and devour. The Doctor breathes over your panicky expression, looking as though he just tasted the sweetest flavour of your abandonment, “I think you owe it - to show me the same courtesy, mm?”
You know he’s not human. He’s lived for hundreds of years, he feasts off of people’s terror and dismay, no person does that. Aa, you think as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your hole, at least he’s not the regisvine.
Okay at first they didn’t know we were an escaped experiment and this is about the timespan they become yanderes but after one round we went missing
And now they find us again but now only seeable in a certain map (the labs) (which is fanmaded) and only can be heard through the intercom, certain computers and tvs as we act as a guide for them while being quiet serious, we help them survive the multiple experiments who act as the killers for this map while they find us files which we collect at the end using shadowy claws.
And blah blah this happen again and again until one day the door where the claws come from is opened where we are in our Robloxian monster glory And gosh I can’t tell you how much they
Love it.
While we began explaining the lore behind this map
It was made by the spectre to mock us about our past as a experiment and the certain other experiments that we couldn’t save, we are technically the oldest experiment there having been there the longest since we could remember, and etc and a lot of horrors happened to us even at a young age
We also explain how we managed to get majority of the other experiments out before we eventually passed out in the forest after getting away from The multiple tranquillisers that got shot into our body and the amount of blood we lost.
And I can’t kid you when I say, they just got more possessive of us from that explanation even more reason to try to get more files and such as it’s helps us to find a way out of forsaken for everyone and other things.
Okay, okay, totally not giving me vibes from another popular game so how about a femme Sebastian design~ (No because Sebastian Solace has such a god-tier design and I will say I'm biased because I just love non-human looking characters more-)
Reader gets She/They-
You thought you could live a normal life?
You thought you escaped?
Well, not according to the Spectre. It had grabbed you when you took shelter in a flower field inside a dark forest and placed you in the survivor cabin, intending to see how you work.
To your surprise, you looked... Normal. Like the spots of scales and aquatic limbs that had been scattered across your body as it had been in the process of slowly twisting and growing never even existed.
The other survivors were quick to notice you and invite you to be their friend. You were taken aback still but... It was nice...
You tried to enjoy their company, letting it slip you weren't good with understanding social circles(because you couldn't remember the last time you had friends but they didn't need to know why) and otherwise making yourself comfortable.
Although the lack of separate cabin for you should've been the first red flag...
The second one came when you had begun your first round. The Spectre had put you in the category of a survivalist which fit but... Way to tell you what a loner you were...
Oh well, at least the rest of your team was happy to help you out. They were confused at your abilities being so... Aquatic- But you managed to convince them you had worked at an aquarium. Not like your clothes didn't fit anyways...
You were ready to celebrate your victory when the killer somehow felt the need to not only spare you but inform you the generators were already all done. Odd but you figured you'd take the victory no matter how weird it was.
And then... You were back in the lab.
You panicked, attempting to feel your way around in the darkness that surrounded you until you noticed you had changed.
Your legs felt stretched and fused together, your skin was warm and covered-
Oh... Oh no... Oh no no no no no-
You were fully transformed! That's why you felt one more eye opening than you should!
Your body was covered in scales and fins and... Oh god...
You steadily got a hold on your surroundings as a weak light flickered above, your eyes quickly adjusting to look around the room.
You were so much bigger than you thought and- was that a computer and microphone on the desk beside you?
Picking it up and pressing a button on the side, a loud screeching could be heard that you recognized all too well...
You were connected to the intercoms, TVs, even computers all around the facility...
"Is anyone out there?" Your voice rang out as you looked around. "I've got no clue if I'm reaching anyone with this or where exactly I am but I do welcome you to..." You used your third arm to shuffle through some documents as you wondered if the Spectre had at least given you a different name to call this horrible place by.
"... The Lab? Huh... Well, I suppose I'll be your guide regardless since I know this place." You sighed in exasperation, wondering internally how you knew that this was part of the Spectre's doing... But was there time to wonder?
"If you find any computers, you can use them to send me a message, I think. This room somehow has air ventilation but windows so I really have no way of getting out with how large I am now and the only door here is firmly sealed shut with some weird shadow claws covering it. Just... Don't expect me to look like a regular robloxian if you find a way past them." you sounded almost annoyed at your last sentence, deciding to look through more documents as you were careful to not let your claws tear the papers apart.
Eventually though, you spotted something odd. "Weird... Apparently whoever you are, you're supposed to collect files and these claws hand them to me through the door? ... Huh-" You blinked at the paper a few times in disbelief.
It also spoke of why the Spectre decided to make this map and place you in it but... You didn't want that information out there and the more you read, the more you felt a pit form in your stomach before pressing the button on the microphone again. "Okay, I know who you lot are now and although I'm glad to be speaking to people I know, I can also tell you that your abilities may have been tampered with due to the nature of the lab and you apparently can't harm each other even if you were on opposing sides before..."
Another exasperated sigh escaped you as you thought on the chaos that must be going on between the killers and your friends. "But there is a reason why none of you are the real killers on this map... It's because the other experiments will be. The files will explain more about them and you're apparently getting access to my hideout when you have them all. I'll help guide you as much as I can but I can't see where you are so you can use the various computers to send me messages and the TVs I can use to warn you on the experiments that are after you."
"... I wish you luck, friends." You finally put down the microphone and took deep breaths, shaking your head in slight frustration before taking in your new form.
It was disgusting... You looked nothing like the person they befriended and yet you still had your voice somehow.
If you didn't know any better, you'd even dare to call yourself a parasite in your own body.
Your own file was probably out there, with your name and all... And by the Spectre, did you dread them finding it.
Your mind couldn't help but wander to wanting a cigarette. But you told yourself you were clean now. That you didn't need your unhealthy habits anymore.
Not because you were happier, but because you already felt miserable enough and no amount of nicotine would ease that misery.
Unbeknownst to you, the rest of your friends and the killers had begun working together in favour of finding you. They were determined to free you in any way they could and the Spectre was probably giddy watching them all maneuver through the lab and escape the other experiments.
You knew which ones to warn them of. You were the oldest experiment. The first one. You watched them become the monsters they are. Their minds turning into predatory thoughts alone and erasing any semblance of who they once were. Only leaving behind creatures of pure violence.
You could tell when your friends found your door whenever the claws would hand you a stack of files. "Wonderful work, my friends." You'd praise them with false joy, wanting to motivate them even though you were worried over how many of them must already be downed.
"Seems you came across the more aggressive ones." You sighed, hands twitching as you quickly scanned through the papers. You weren't even sure if they were still at the door but might as well pretend. "Listen, I can't see the timer or anything so I won't know when you'll be back or not and I can't exactly hear shit through this barrier..."
The lights in your room flickered, prompting the anglerfish lure on your head to light up in surprise. You knew what was coming and loudly warned them to hide as you almost desperately tried to listen through the claws. But they wouldn't let a sound get to you.
But with kindness from the Spectre, the claws would disappear when your friends were gone, allowing you to explore the facility that once tortured you and tried to make you one of the monsters you now warn your friends off.
Your body slathered through the darkened halls, symbolic for how truly alone you were. Experiments littered the floors at random in a deep slumber and you were even a little grateful since you weren't interested to find out what creatures were mixed into your DNA nor were you interested to know if the other experiments would attack you.
But everytime your friends returned, the Spectre teleported you back to your 'safe haven' to continue on the collection of files and one-way communication through the door.
You gradually began missing their voices. They could send you messages through the computers but sometimes hearing their voices would've been more comforting.
They were getting close to finding all the files and a familiar pit formed in your stomach again. You were a giant aquatic monster with a file detailing all of your crimes in your attempted escape. Knowing the Spectre at this point, you were certain it would want to drive you anxious with the thought that your friends would feel betrayed at your lies. But you refused to give it that satisfaction.
You attempted to stay positive instead, murmuring to yourself words of affirmation and promises that your friends would still want to interact with you despite the fact that you looked hideous and would only be at eye level with them by basically laying down and propping your head up with your arms like a schoolgirl.
You were a top-tier predator but you somehow didn't have a need to eat or drink... Probably just the Spectre's doing so you could be holed up in your designated room without complaint.
When the claws suddenly disappeared but the light continued to stay bright, you were taken by surprise. Had they found the rest?
You waited. Seconds turned to minutes before you placed a clawed hand at the door and felt the cold metal against your scales as you pushed it open, watching your friends' faces fade into view with the last stack of files stacked neatly in Builderman's arms.
You didn't emerge though, opting to instead invite them inside as you fidgeted with your big hands and waited for their reactions.
But instead of betrayal or disgust, you saw joy. Builderman gently placed the files onto the desk you had gathered previous ones on but kept your own as everyone else began huddling around you and only questioning your wellbeing. It honestly kind of flustered you to see them care so much.
"You're... Still wanting to be friends...?" You asked cautiously, watching them all go silent but nod with softened expressions as Shedletsky chuckled.
"Of course! If anything, you just look more awesome than before!" The others seemed to agree with him and your face flushed a deep shade of pink at the fact even the killers seemed to enjoy your look. "But haven't you seen my file??" You questioned in shock, staring at Builderman as he nodded calmly.
"We did, but it's not like we blame you." You tilted your head in confusion but allowed him to explain. "You did what you had to. You needed to escape your circumstances and peace wasn't an option." He eventually handed you back your own file to see what the Spectre allowed them to see about you, your ear-fins slightly folding down as you realized it was strangely vague and hiding details.
"But this isn't right! I've been in this place since I was a child!" You blurted out in frustration, earning you shocked looks before they all seemed more concerned but you didn't see the glint of obsession in their eyes. Or maybe you ignored it.
Hesitantly, you let them all rest against your tail to tell them everything.
How the Spectre likely mocked you with this 1:1 replica of the place you loathed growing up. How you were a mere pawn to them in achieving their goals and why you were so hyper-paranoid most of the time. How you managed to save most of the other experiments because you saw them almost like a true family. How many tranquilizers and the blood loss you tried to suppress until you passed out in a forest.
But also how you were glad to no longer deal with being injected with random liquids or undergoing surgeries for experiments.
To say they felt all the more possessive was an understatement... But you were too emotional to notice... Or maybe you were still being ignorant...
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cryo delusion!darling :) I think that when dottore found them, they were heavily injured. so when he put the delusion in, ice/element spread through their body and filled up their wounds. (similar to the kaeya fic ‘how to finish your bucket list when you die’.)
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“I’m not going to hurt you, I just need to cut these ropes.” with someone from the lab au?
“N-No! Please, no! Not this again!!” Jackie sobbed as he found himself facedown on the ground, left in excruciating pain and unable to move after his failed attempt to escape.
He was so close to freedom; he had just barely tasted the fresh air of the outside world and was about to fly away, call for help, and let the world know of the Facility’s horrific experiments, when he felt his feet being tied together and a painful shock throughout his entire body.
All that the former hero could do was weep as the guard put their boot against his back, using a rope to tie his hands. But he screamed in pain as they tightened around his wrists, crushing some of the sensitive bird eyes. “S-Stop! Please…I-I’ll go back quietly!! I won’t resist o-or-!”
However, he was cut short when he heard a gasp from the guard, along with a disgusting squelching sounds, before he felt them let go. When he turned his head to look, his puffy eyes widened upon seeing them collapse into a pool of their own blood.
Then he gazed up and tensed when he saw you standing there. There were surgically-attached fins, tail, and gills of a shark on your body, although he first noticed that your arms were the saws of a knifetooth sawfish, one of which was bloodstained.
Jackie saw you push the body aside with your foot, before you knelt down beside him with a reassuring smile. “I’m not going to hurt you, okay?” You spoke in a low, hoarse voice. “I just need to cut these ropes.”
“O-Okay..” He sniffled, smiling back as he watched you carefully run the jagged teeth through the ropes on his wrists and ankles until you were able to cut him free. Then he sat up and rubbed his aching hands, checking to see that the bird eyes were still okay, much to his relief.
“Thank you so much shark……person..?” When he looked over, he saw you rush back into the lab.
Sighing, he smiled softly before he stood up. ‘It’s nice to see that I’m not the only hero around here.’
After Henry’s attack, you somehow survived, but you had lost almost all ability to speak. It didn’t matter if you were only one of two left, Papa hated you. You were always the weakest and he despised you for it. He only kept you around after the massacre as incentive for Eleven; his pride and joy. When she didn’t, or couldn’t do as he said he would hurt you. Papa decided that if you couldn’t use your powers then he would make you stronger in other ways and appointed you a tutor to strengthen your mind. When an opportunity to escape came you took it. You grabbed Eleven and the two of you ran as far as you could. You thought you were safe, but when Papa’s men came you and Eleven you were forced to run again. You lost her in the woods, but you stumbled upon someone else. A boy who appeared to be your age. He said his name was Steve.
Another Henderson
You had gone missing a month ago. An entire week where your mother and your brother and the entire town searched endlessly for you. But you didn’t remember any of it. One moment you were riding your bike home from a party and the next you were lying in a hospital bed. You thought that you had crashed, that you had gotten into an accident, but when the Chief of Police explained that an entire week had passed you didn’t know what to think. Apparently, someone had found you in the woods and had called the police. But you didn’t remember a single moment of it. There was nothing, not even the flicker of a memory. Not even a dream. You moved on with your life, blocking out the weird stares and snide comments. The only thing you cared about was your little brother. He was your entire world and you would do anything to protect him, you had done everything to protect him. But Dustin didn’t know that. Dustin didn’t know anything. Not about your disappearance and not about your late father (curse his soul). And you were not about to let him know any of it. You were not gonna taint the perfect family image he had in his head. You were going to move forward, a happy smile on your face. Even if it was fake. But there was something preventing you from pretending. Something that kept cracking your perfectly crafted mask. Something that had made you forget, and something that you wanted to forget.
Damn Mayfield
You hated having to move halfway across the country. A fresh start? Yeah, right. It was just another way for Neil to have control. He wanted you to act like the picture perfect family; happy and content. Neil was an asshole, Billy was a jerk. Your mom put up with it for God knows what reason and poor Max just wanted some peace. Not a day had gone by since your mom had married Neil that you felt like you could breathe. And as much as you hated leaving California, maybe Hawkins wasn’t as bad as you thought. It had its downsides and secrets, but maybe not all of the people were so bad. Maybe this Harrington guy that Billy was so intent on hating actually had a heart.
Fourth Wheeler
You had just recovered from a year long battle with cancer. A brain tumor that you had luckily found just in time. But it had been a long and hard recovery. Now you were back to normal, back to school, and you somehow found yourself dating Steve Harrington of all people. You weren’t even quite sure how the relationship started. One day he sat next to you in class and then a week later he was kissing you in his car. He was already a lot sweeter than you had imagined, and you were finally starting to feel normal again. But when Will goes missing it seems like your newfound normalcy was about to be turned on its head.
