You are laying on one of those cushioned seats, like at the
doctor’s office. The lab was a wreck, which was strange because
when you were put to sleep, the lab was tidy and clean. You’re
facing the other people who volunteered for the experiment, except
they really didn’t look entirely like people. They looked like
Pokémon, some a little, some a lot. The others were looking at you
the same way you were looking at them. You must look like some sort
of human-pokemon hybrid too. That wasn’t important though. You were
hungry. You hear a voice. “Ungh… I’m hungry. Where’s my purse? Hey
a cabinet full of canned vegetables!”
Anabelle
My everything was aching. Especially my stomach and lower back. I’m
not entirely sure that this is the lab I was in when I got that
shot. The lab was clean, now it’s not. It put me to sleep. I looked
around, there were other people in the room, they looked… not
entirely human, but they were looking at me the same way, eh.
Doesn’t matter. I need food. I looked around, “Ungh… I’m hungry.
Where’s my purse? Hey a cabinet full of canned vegetables!”
Samyan
Wow! I feel strange , I felt so awful before this and during the
time of my shot and now look at myself now! I feel coursing with
energy. Now that I mention it, I do look something different. What!
Are these my fingers or are they zoroark's claws? My hair is so
long , and incredibly silky , not the usual frizz. *Stomach
Rumbles* I feel so hungry now , and also this place looks different
than the one where I got the serum . Wow look there ! There's some
food over there in the cabinet .*Goes towards the cabinet and picks
up a can labeled as 'Canned-Carrots'. Of course I love carrots.
*Munches on them*. Finally some food to give me relief from this
hunger . But I also remember I had kept a Snickers with me . *Finds
it and gazes over it for quite a time*. Okay , now I shall eat
those veggies right now, I should keep this Snicker, maybe for
later .
Ughh. My head... What happened? Who are all these other people ?
Last thing i remembered was talking to Zhao... Wait...
Zhao? Zhao. He did this. I tried to get up, but somthing dragged me
down behind me. Wait, those were wings. My wings. I stretched them
out and tried flapping them. A few notes of song pierced the air.
Okay, so those were musical wings. And a tail. And eye covers.
Could i ever go back? Most of the other "people" were asleep or
drowsy, so I explored. The room was huge put locked. Most of the
equipment was rusty. Everything was dusted. How long had it been? I
was hungry, so I saw someone who found a food cabinet and headed
over.
I slowly opened my eyes, my head spinning. I noticed I wasn't alone
here, seeing others. I sighed, sitting up. "Those don't look like
the clothes I usually wear..." I murmur to myself, noticing the
dress. My stomach growled, reminding me that I haven't eaten
anything yet. I sat up, a hand to my head. "So much happening..."
"Men who can't wipe away the tears from a women's eyes, aren't
real men." -Vinsmoke Sanji
“Something isn’t right,” Annabel says, grabbing around for her
purse. After she finds it, she grabs a compact and looks at herself
“AH! OH GOSH OH NO! I WAS NOT EXPECTIN- calm down. You’ll live.”
She offered her compact to nobody in particular, “you look not
entirely human too, not trying to be rude. Want to see?” She was
tounging her front teeth, because they were much longer than they
were previously.
Admin’s eyes shot open as he jumped to his feet. “What! Where am
I.... wait a second...” Admin looked around. “... Right. I remember
now something to do wait Zhao...?” He looked around the lab. Other
people were waking up as well, and Admin adjusted his scarf. He
looked around and heard a voice. “Ungh... I’m hungry...” Admin
looked around and saw a woman, not fully human. “What the-“ That’s
when Admin saw himself in the mirror. Parts of his hair was
smoothed back to make two spikes on either side of his head, and
his skin had a blue tinge. “What...”
Admin looked at the woman. “Wait what happened to us... why is the
lab so dirty? What happened to Zhao?” He fidgeted with his scarf a
bit and looked at his hands. He had webbed fingers on his left
hand, but his right hand was normal. “I really don’t know what the
hell is goin on.”
Hi ! I am Samyan, may I know your names , it feels good to make
friends I guess , I dunno for i am person completely neglected by
my community, so I .........maybe i should leave our stories for
later . Right now what are your names, I guess I knew the names
before or not....urrgh I even don't remember that much? I will ask
Zhao when he return , regarding how to activate our powers lol .
Snickers anyone , or should I eat it myself?
*Sits down on the floor hard, cold and made up of some weird
material that no one knows*Maybe these floors are also a creation
of Zhao himself ?
Suddenly, a bed of curly red hair poked around the corner. Dark
green eyes blinked at the people gathered in the room. "Oooh,
people!" A boy trotted into the room, a beam on his
face.
"Heya, guys! You have no idea how long I've been looking for
people! The whole rat-trap's empty!" He tilted his head a little,
looking curious. "Are we having a meeting? 'Cause I sure didn't
hear!" He glanced between their faces and his smile faded away.
"Oh. You look all sad and stuff. Did something happen?
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The boy frowned a bit, but then the words seemed to register and
his face brightened. "Friends? Oh sure! That sounds cool!" He
thrust his hand out and seized Samyon's. He gave it a vigorous
shake. "Nice to meet 'ya! I'm Floyd! What's your name?"
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Samyan
*Happy on having new friend* I am Samyan , nice to meet you
Floyd.*Hand shoots out of the usual arm fold , going for a fist
bump*I hope we be true friends together, now let's go to talk with
the other people over there*points to the point where 2 people are
standing , talking with each other* maybe , if you wanna ?
Floyd grinned. "Now you're speaking my language!" He exclaimed. He
returned the fist bump. "Now that's a good idea. Bothering people?
Making friends?" He laughed, throwing back his head. "That's like,
all there is to me, dude! It's my one frigging goal in
life!"
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Gotcha *Thinks over , to remember something*My goal
is.........um.............Never run away from problems, no matter
how big is it , face it out being brave, or maybe is that a goal ?
I dunno my goal in life , I am yet to realize that!! But I know ,
the more I make friends, the more sooner or later I will realize it
!Oh , My snickers*opens wrapper to find some other chocolate bar
instead of Snickers, still munches on it without much hesitation*,
yum !!!
Samyan
True , though I hate it when the local people , who often seek to
trouble me , mess with my snickers . Though I think I am addicted
to Snickers now! I'm a leave it ! Sorry Snickers, doing a parting
shot from you is gonna be sad . But I will occasionally make a u
turn back to you , just so that I don't get amnesia and forget
you.*laughs*Okay enough with my jokes , do you know the others over
there ?
"Nope!" he chirped. "Not a person! Unless my brother is in that
conglomeration, in which case, I'd know exactly one person." He
peered closer at them. "Not a person," he informed Samyan. "My
brother must be somewhere else." He gave an exaggerated sigh. "Oh
well."
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