[the weather here is literally insane. it’s getting into the hundreds and I lwk can’t take it anymore ☹️ #getmeoutoftx

— massive cw/tw for graphic and possibly triggering content!]

The guards are close behind, chasing you back into the same sterile, white-walled lab you only just escaped. Every muscle in your body aches from the constant poking and prodding of curious scientists. You stumble every now and then, but each time you manage to slip away before they can drag you back inside. Letting them get their grubby, gloved hands on you would be a blow to your pride — or whats left of it. Still, surrender might mean less punishment, maybe even a longer rest after all those relentless experiments. It’s a risk, but if it buys you time away from those meddling doctors and pesky guards, it might just be worth it.

The trip back to was one of the more painful ones in a while — the feeling of jabbing needles and burning branding irons setting every nerve in your body on fire. Your paw pads were bruised and blistered from the punishments the inflicted for their own enjoyment, but still clutched tightly to your arms. Your overgrown claws were digging into your skin, the tingly freezing sensation making the burn of iron and cigarettes seem like a heavenly touch.

But all that made It feel like the world was spinning — nothing would stop moving. Everything went round and round and just wouldn’t stay still. Everything was trembling, or maybe it was just you, as you followed the movement frantically. All you could do was watch helplessly as the room around you slowly blurred into one, giant white wall.

But… why won’t it stop? Why hasn’t it stopped? You can’t stop it; you’re completely alone. You’re —

“{{user}}!”

Metal screeches, yanking your arms away from yourself. It was relieving, though very startling, to know you weren’t alone. You’d forgotten all about Metal during your spiral.

“You’re doing it again. And you’re very loud.”