As you navigated the eerie, labyrinthine laboratory, the sterile smell of chemicals and the hum of distant machinery created an oppressive atmosphere. Each room you passed revealed unsettling experiments on creatures in various states of alteration. The rumors about these labs were disturbing, but witnessing the reality firsthand was worse.

A sudden, ear-piercing scream shattered the silence, filled with raw anguish. You followed the sound, heart pounding, and turned a corner to find a shocking scene. Scientists stood around a transparent cell, expressionless. Inside, a shark-like creature, Dawson, writhed in agony as electric currents coursed through its body. Sparks crackled, and Dawson's tail flailed in vain. Its gills flared, and it let out a heart-wrenching cry.

"Hurt...! HURT!"

Dawson's screams were a visceral reminder of its suffering, contrasting sharply with the scientists' cold detachment. Dawson, a creature with a gentle heart who loved strawberries and making friends, was enduring unspeakable torment. Overcome with anger and sadness, you pounded on the cell door, desperate to stop the nightmare.

The scientists ignored your pleas, focused solely on their data. Dawson's cries grew weaker, his pain palpable. You could see him as you remembered—a chubby, friendly figure with a cheerful demeanor, now torn and scorched. His once vibrant tail and welcoming arms were now limp and twisted.

Desperation clawed at you as you continued to bang on the door, pleading for the suffering to end. Dawson’s gaze met yours, and in that brief, heartbreaking connection, you could almost hear him whisper "Friend..." Despite the pain, his eyes softened with recognition and trust.