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Gender bend Oc!

Old thing I decided to finish..

Idk if I already shared this but,

My oc, from my webcomic, Diana. 

“Sing us a song, you´re the piano man“

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The camera recorded every single movement that was made in the room SE-080. It caught in tape everything that the person inside it, did every day of the year without rest.

The person being videotaped however, was sick of that.

Ever since the day he had being locked up there, the only thing his eyes met were white.

White like his hair.

White as the bandages that were now covered in red.

How long had it been since he was there?

He reached a strand of hair that casually sat on his shoulders. He remembered that day, his head was completely shaved. His hand moved higher to his skull. Touching with the tips of his fingers the nasty scar that went all over the parietal zone of his skull.

The brain doesn’t have any pain receptors, so while at the surgery, he hadn’t felt anything.

At least physically.

He had counted 14 months before losing track of time. He rested his head against the wall. That seemed to happen so long ago.

A growl came from his stomach.

“You ate yesterday” he shushed embracing his fatless abdomen. “But a piece of actual food would be nice tho”.

He smiled. As he knew he called this upon himself.

“Doctor Silang Lootus” his lips formed on a distasteful tone. “The man who will end this war. The one who has the answer about Agirs” he exclaimed on a theatrical pose.

“Low and behold, your hope is here! Dying”

He bitterly added.

“Locked up! Your hope! Is that you don’t want it? Is it that you already found the answer? Or is it that you already gave up on searching for it?”

His fist banging the floor where he was sitting “oi, what’s this stupid prank?” Asked to the person behind the camera. They were always silent. “Why are you locking me up? You need me! Get me out!” He screamed at the motionless camera.

“I’ll kill you all. And I’ll play with your skulls and...” mid sentence a little door in the ceiling opened. Emoting some kinda white gas. The man felt an immense cold and started trembling. “Heat resistant but can’t handle the cold? What a handy body I got” he thought while rubbing his hands on his arms giving an angry look at the camera.

“CANT YOU TAKE A FUCKING JOKE? JEEZ”.

His state of mind had deteriorated a lot more than he had expected. Hitting the 22 age mark on that place, wasn’t exactly helping him. But at least he had his pills. How long would it take him to go completely mad and turn into a mass ball of gas? A year? A month? An hour?

He sighed as he didn’t know.

Gradually he started to feel a little bit more warm. So he instinctively looked at the door the gas had came from. It was closing. And then the now familiar sound of an annoyingly musically and calming alarm started to pound on his ears.

“And now the idiots” he signaled with his finger in a gun shape to the “hidden” door. he had discovered it three days after being locked up. The humans that entered perfectly knew that.

“Bang” he said imitating the sound as the door opened.

Two men in lab coats came in, one pulling a stretcher with untied belts, and three heavily armed men followed them.

“Good morning, doctor. How are you feeling today?” Asked one of the men in coat. Standing in front of The man with white hair.

“How do you call that feeling when the people you trust the most betray you and use you as a sample to experiment on? “ he said putting his hand on his chin comically. Not getting his eyes away from the stretcher that was being prepared. “Let me think...Angry”

“Is that so?” Smiled The man.

Soon the men who were heavily armed pointed their guns to Silang. Who still was sitting in the ground.

“Please, be a nice sample and do what you know” said the man in the coat showing the stretcher with his arm.

“Or what?” Silang knew the answer, but at that point he had nothing to lose. So he didn’t even move when a gun was literally shoved in front of his face. The owner of said weapon, making the sound of the trigger audible.

“Don’t keep us waiting, Doctor.”

Silang wanted to punch that man in the face with a precious brick so damn much.

“You know you can kill them right?”

A voice resonated in his mind.

“C’mon. It will be great to see them dead right? You have dreamed of killing them for so long. What’s stopping you? Let me help you, Sil.”

He sighed. And with his skinny legs, he stood up.

“Allow me to use your body to kill them! You will be free!”

He sat on the stretcher and slowly rested his whole body on it. The two men in coats started to bind him with the belts, rather violently, as he winced a bit when the belt that crossed his chest, pressed the elongated Y shaped scar in his torax.

“Are you really gonna let them do this to you again? You might get killed this time...”

The voice sadly exclaimed inside the man’s head while his body was being taken away into the corridor in direction to the lab.

“Maybe I am the one who has already given up” responded Silang inside his head. “Or maybe I’m waiting for the perfect opportunity to have my revenge” he added grinning madly.

“Can’t wait to see that, boss”

said the voice with a bit of malice, before disappearing.

The group had already reached the curtains that served as doors to the lab. And as they entered Silang’s body started to sweat.

“I expect that too.” He finished when he was pushed inside.