A/N: @MettleToThePedal is someone I'd like to thank for this drawing idea for this book. Great job as a person for commenting this idea. You're a hero. 🫡

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Y/N P.O.V (1st Person)

I stir awake, my head throbbing. My vision is a bit blurry, and I sit up in a dark room. I'm... alone. No Nabnab, and no Opila. I look around. This looks like some sort of medical room. I'm sitting on some sorta thin ass mattress. One of those... emergency cot things on wheels EMT's use for wheeling people into ambulances is to the left of me, but it's hard to see things because of how dark everything is.

I stand up on shaky legs, my head throbbing even worse now that I'm standing up. I stumble a bit and clutch my head gently. This place reminds me of like some sort of place for a surgery...

HOLY SHIT- A SURGERY-

I quickly lift up my shirt/hoodie/sweater (whatever yall wearing to dis place) and look over my abdomen. No marks for any surgery at all, and I don't feel weird...

I sigh in relief and pull my shirt down again, then I notice my remote on the cot. I smile and pick it up. I see D/N across the room.

'At least I'm not totally alone...'

...

Shit. I'm thinking of D/N as a person. Oh well, that Banban guy said they were kept as companions anyways. Then I realize my keycards are gone.

Fuck. It's gonna be hard to do everything then...

I notice some yellow glass, and reach for my hammer to break it-

Wait. Where's my hammer?

...

Wait a minute...

THAT CLEVER BASTARD TOOK MY HAMMER! OH HE'S SO FUCKED-

I take a deep breath and look at the glass. Hm... how to get through it? I look around a bit, then notice a piece of paper. I pick it up and look at it. 

'Case Update Report

Case #: 6

Case Type: 2

Genome(s): Human, Givanium

Update #: 1

Alias: The Devil 

Summary:

The procedure on Case 6 has been a success. Case 6 is stable and performs tasks that are necessary for organic beings (such as eating and drinking) as predicted despite the lack of any biological necessity to do so.

As previously observed on other cases with humans as the primary genome, Case 6 recalls many memories and events belonging to the original genome donor as their own (excluding names of people), as well as keeping an identical level of intelligence. Case 6 is also capable of speech as fluently as the original genome donor.

Unlike the previous cases with humans as the primary genome, Case 6 is interestingly docile and cooperative albeit very confused about the circumstances. Most previous cases displayed extremely hostile and nervous behavior towards staff and children alike; a behavior that has been attributed to the new genetical modifications that were applied.

Case is not ready for presentation.'

Huh. Weird. Wonder what Case 6 is? Is it Banban? I mean, what other devils are there?

I pocket the paper and keep looking around, D/N lazily trailing after me.

I maneuver D/N to hit a button, illuminating two green x's. I maneuver D/N to hit them, then into a yellow x by the glass. D/N soars the the glass, smashing it to bits.

Wait, D/N can break yellow glass? But not with direct contact... hm... the things you learn.

I smile to myself and make D/N hit another button, turning on the lights. I smile when I see a yellow keycard and pick it up, and go over and press it against a yellow pad.

I quickly glance around to see what it may have done, then realize it's painstakingly slowly lowering an elevator from the ceiling over an abyss. I sigh and wait for it to lower fully.

And wait...

And wait some more...

Still waiting...

...

Fucking finally!

I step onto the elevator when the gate opens and click the button, smiling as I slowly start to go up.

Oh God not again-

I slowly wait the literal 6 minutes it takes the elevator to raise up. 6. Fucking. Minutes. Elevator systems here are on crack man.

I quickly get off the damn elevator when it stops. Huh. The hallways are actually quite well lit, and colorful. Murals of trees and hot air balloons are fucking everywhere.

I roll my eyes and walk down the colorful path on the floor. Fucking hell, I feel like Dorothy from the Wonderful Wizard of Oz right now. Hm...

"I'm off to kill the jerkwads~ the terrible jerks in this hell."

Dammit, my singing voice is fucking shit.

I walk to the end of the hallway, and look to my left and see...

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING!?

A giant-ass blank fucking white eye on a teal body, staring out a me through a rectangular hole in the wall.

I see a scrawl on the wall that reads, 'Do not cross! It will trick you.' Fuck.

I hesitantly approach it. Maybe I can reason with it like Opila and Nabnab?

Then it slams out a giant teal arm from the doorway, blocking my path, and a giant black pupil flips to the front of the eye and stares at me. It's growling.

'FUCK NO!'

I get the fuck away from whatever the hell that is. I turn around, and see a very dead green Captain Fiddles, next to a fucking cannon behind several storage cabinets, forming a wall. The cannon is aimed at the teal thing.

I wrinkle my nose and use my keycard on a yellow pad, causing a yellow door to open. I walk into a room that reminds me of a room in S/N's doctors office, except more adapted for surgery most likely.

I quickly leave the room when I notice the dead brown Captain Fiddles.

I open another yellow door with my keycard, ignoring the dead pink Captain Fiddles in the hallway, and see an orange dead Captain Fiddles, sitting slouched on a stool, facing a whiteboard with several miserable drawings on it.

I dry heave when I realize he's missing an eye and it's on the floor.

I walk across the room away from... it... and see a note. I pick it up and read it.

'Case Update Report

Case #: 1

Case Type: 1

Subject: Givanium

Update #: 20

Symbol: Gv

Summary:

This is neither a report nor anything informative in the traditional sense, but a cry for help.

Whoever's reading this, I implore you to discuss stopping this madness once and for all. Matters are bound to be sugarcoated when written through some colorful paper, but you do not seem to understand how bad things truly are.

Every single case that has been developed thus far is in endless excruciating pain. We do not know why, and maybe we are not meant to. I cannot imagine any of them ever being near a child, and maybe they never should be.

It would be unrealistic to shut everything down abruptly, so all I am asking for is for you to get down here and see things for yourself. Do not live up to the evil faceless corporate entity stereotype. Please.'

Well, at least someone realized how fucked up this is. Shame they're most likely dead now. I pocket the note, and leave the room. I walk past the dead hot pink Fiddles and open yet another yellow door, as I'm unable to open the pink one right now.

I see a dead yellow Fiddles on a cot, in yet another lab room. I see a near comically large syringe on a purple stool on wheels, and pick it up. This would be S/N's worst nightmare. Heh...

...

Whoever took S/N is so fucking screwed when I find them-

I notice a mural on the wall with a bunch of different colored Fiddles on it, each with different expressions. They all have lines that points to a teal and green raindrop shape. There's a not by the teal Fiddles (it looks oddly sad or worried) that says, 'Distract before extraction.'

Hold up, that teal thing is a fucking CAPTAIN FIDDLES.

...

WHAT THE HELL!?

I sigh and decide to go around collecting blood or whatever it is from the Fiddles. Every time I do so, I gag a bit, because what the fuck am I doing? I'm not a doctor or scientist. I work at P/O/W, goddammit!

After collecting pretty much all the colors except the teal one, I walk over to it slowly, and command D/N to hit it in it's visible eye. And...

It screams in agony, but I quickly run over to it's flailing arm, extract some... whatever it is, because it's not blood, and get away from it as quickly as I can. As I get away, it covers it eye with it's hand and whimpers, and I pity it a bit, but eh, it tried to kill me. It don't get my sympathy.

I go back into the room with the yellow Fiddles, and fill up the cylinder machine with the "blood".

When it's full, it causes a door next to it to open, showing... a rocket.

I immediately know what its for and grin maliciously. I pick it up, go to the cannon, and fire it at the teal Fiddles. It roars in pain when the rocket hits it and it flees. I quickly run past the dark room, and open the yellow door. I run in, ignoring everything, and open a gray door with my yellow keycard. It gives me a pink keycard.

I full on marathon sprint to the pink door, and open it. I walk out into... the abyss room. Never thought I'd be happy to see an endless abyss, but I am so... huh. I press my keycard into the pink pad so the platform moves over to me. I wave a bit at a light grey worm thing with a terrifying black black face staring at me with eyelets sockets, it's mouth upturned into an eternal grin; and look back at the platform. 

Then realization hits me and I look up at it in shock.

"What the!?"

It stares at me and moves its head close to me, observing me with harmless curiosity.

The platform finishes moving over to me and I go onto the Outer Sector platform, and see a trail of the teal liquid leading out from the dark room where Josh is... and he's gone. FUCK! I KNEW HE WASN'T DEAD!

I grumble and move the platform to let me access the Testing Sector, which is now open.

I quickly wave goodbye to the worm-thing, because as terrifying as it is, it seems harmless. 

I go in, and see I need D/N to hit four buttons. So I call him in and make him hit the four buttons, each button causing another to light up except the last one, which activates a pink pad. I activate it, then notice a note. I quickly read it as I start heading up to a now opened door.

'Case Update Report

Case #: 10

Case Type: 2

Genome(s): Phoenicopterus roseus, Givanium

Update #: 2

Alias: The Bird

Summary: After the recent genetic modifications that were applied to Case 10, significant behavioral changes have been observed. Aggression towards certain demographics has been completely replaced with protecive and motherly behavior. Said demographics include individuals of small stature, high-pitched voices, and those with childlike attributes.

Individuals that do not fall into said demographics are still met with extreme aggression that can turn lethal due to the case's large size and possession of a very sharp beak.

Oddly, said demographics are almost exclusively human (with the exception of Case 10A, Case 10B, Case 10C, Case 10D, Case 10E, and Case 10F). All organic organisms (birds included, both adult and young) are met with the same level of aggerssion as humans who do not posses children-related attributes.

Case is not ready for presentation.'

Wait. The Bird... Opila is the only bird... well, that explains why she was so aggressive to me at first, but why isn't she anymore? Hm...

Eh, mysteries for later.

I walk into a large hallway that's pretty colorful and clean. It's very long, and all doors I walk by are locked shut. I see three buttons above the last door, and make D/N hit them all. It causes the green door to open into a pitch black room, with all I see are glowing bloodshot eyes.

Opila runs at me, screeching, a bloody mark on her left eye. Shit! She doesn't recognize me! I quickly run out of the room, Opila close behind me. A friendly female voice calls out,

"Quick! In here!"

I brace myself quickly as Opila catches up to me.

"OPILA! IT'S ME YOU DUMBASS!"

Opila immediately freezes, and her eyes return to normal.

"Y/N..?"

She looks ecstatic.

"Y/N! You're alive! I- I thought he killed you!"

She wraps her wings around me in a hug. I hug her neck.

"I'm fine ya goof. Don't try to kill me again."

Opila nods, her cheeks... teal? out of embarrassment.

"Got it. Sorry."

I smile, then look over to a now open pink door. Opila and I go in, and I close the door behind us with my pink keycard. A room lights up, and Opila and I step in, seeing several inanimate objects in colorful chairs surrounding colorful tables, and Banbaleena standing by a whiteboard.

She's smiling and points at me.

"Everyone, I want you all to welcome our newest student!"

Her voice is the same voice that called out to me. Wait. Newest student?

...

"FUCK!"

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A/N: Such an eventful chapter, isn't it? Well, at least we reunited with Opila! :D

But is Nabnab okay? *-*

Well, we'll find out next week! Baiiii!!! ;3

A/N: Author Note

Y/N: Your Name

D/N: Drone's Name

S/N: Son's Name

P/O/W: Place Of Work