I held my head in my hands, refusing to look up. I've been in this position for a few hours now. Dandy can't get me to speak, or even look him in the eye. I can tell I'm worrying him, but he's the one who convinced me to kill a "subject" who used to be one of my best friends.

He revived her, of course, but she has no memory of it and instead of being mad at me....she's just scared... I held back a sob of regret at the thought of her face as I saw her after her death.....

But right now......at least Dandy was trying to calm me down..... he was making me a cup of hot cocoa and getting a fresh cupcake....I don't know where he got it, though...Cosmo hasn't been revived yet and Sprout has been....contained......

I finally opened my eye, readjusting my position on the uncomfortable spin-y chair I was on. The viewing window's blinds were lowered, blocking me from seeing what the others were doing.

I pushed myself off the chair, flinching when my ichor stained feet met the cold stone floor.

I walked into the main lab, checking the vitals of the subjects on a computer. There were papers scattered across the long table, containers of ichor spilt and a few shattered. I clenched my fists.

Rule number 1.

Never conduct an ichor experiment alone.

Did...did he break the most important rule?! A mess like this could never have been caused by someone who wasn't UTI of ichor...

Someone was behind me.

I whipped around, immediately met with a bonk to the head and the jab of a needle.