(THIS IS A JOKE I SWEAR ENTIRELY SATIRE I THOUGHT IT'D BE FUNNY)

Chantix Corporation. That's what this twisted corporation was called, and Chantix Facility was where they kept you. For the greater good, some would say. What he would say. As long as you were a suitable subject, they'd try.

You were here, for whatever reason. The mostly gray, monotone building with endless metal halls. You were unfamiliar with the place, despite being here for long enough. It was like a maze. You could barely remmeber how you ended up in this situation. Some here were forced into it, others created for the sole purpose of serving Chantix Corporation, in multiple ways.

You were in a cell- locked through a keycard you had no access to. You were trapped. And for good. No one would come to save you, not like in fairytales, not like those silly Gacha Life experiment Deku AUs. You had no hero, no savior. Only a captor, only a torturer, only Professor Oofer. You'd rather have nothing.

You can hear the click of a keycard entering through the familiar yellow, metal door, and the sound of metal scraping against metal as the door opened. Through the glass panel to your cell you hadn't noticed him, far to dazed to form proper thoughts, but every sound coming from that door caught your attention easy. There was never a good reason you heard those doors open.

Professor Oofer was at the door. He possessed yellow skin, and tied up hair to match it. His eyes weren't visible, under the shadow of his hair. He wore a uniform intended for experimentation, and attached to his back, robotic arms.

He held a syringe in hand. It had a liquid you'd seen before, but never knew the name of. It was green, and glowed. You could only assume it had some kind of disease or radioactivity. Not that it mattered, anyways. You didn't have a choice what happened to you.

You knew what this what about. He knew what this was about. More experimenting.