𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚡

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Lavender Menace

A moniker of adorable eldritch evil.

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@takeTetrodotoxin You wake in pain, like you always do. You are alone, like you always are, now. You haven’t decided if you prefer this over being poked and prodded at constantly. It’s not that they don’t do it anymore, just that they can’t do it freely. You sit up and swing your feet over the side of the bed. Your chest aches. Your joints. You hurt to the bone. The reason why they don’t just walk in anymore surrounds your feet, and you kick at the air a little, watching how it stirs up the denser gas around the floor. It’s a deadly toxin, and you have been a living bioweapon for six months. You know they’re already weaponizing you even though they aren’t done. The gas can be drained from the room and utilized. Especially since it will suffocate you the way carbon dioxide suffocates a normal human. You’ve been isolated to a separate wing of the facility due to your condition. You are seventeen years old. You are a weapon, an experiment, but you were almost a person. Almost. It, like everything else, was taken from you. And it, like everything else, was not something you let go easily. The door opens. You are dragged out. You are used to this, and shake off their hands by the time they get you into the hall. You can walk fine on your own. You are taken to a barren room. You have seen it before. You do not like this room. You intend to forget this room. You are thrown inside. The prisoner, maskless, comes next. They were told that killing you would spare their life. This was a lie. You think they know that, too. Your not alone, you are just like me. (#horror #human-experimentation #dehumanization) 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗