{ YOU'RE SPAMTON }

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The file they handed over wasn’t thin.

It never was, apparently.

Incident reports. Half finished observations.

Notes that cut off mid sentence like whoever wrote them didn’t get the chance to finish. Some of it was crossed out, some of it rewritten none of it consistent.

“Uncooperative.” “Aggressive.” “Unpredictable.”

Clear as day. This subject was dangerous.

No one wanted to keep working on you. That much was obvious.

Some refused outright. Others tried, yet back out, after realizing what they were dealing with. One didn’t even make it through a full session. After that, the experiment wouldn't be observed, and the plan was stalled. Not because it wasn’t important, but because no one was willing to deal with you long enough to learn anything useful.

So they did the only thing left.

They raised the pay.

A lot.

Enough to make someone hesitate. Enough to make someone look twice at a file they should’ve put down and walked away from.

Tenna didn’t walk away.

This was a opportunity, and Tenna? He was going to take it. face what the other scientists couldn't. you. spamton.

...

The hallway is quieter than it should be.

Tenna stops just outside the door, the file finally opened in his hands.

Pages shift as he flips through them quick at first, then slower as certain things start to stand out.

Most of it is messy. Half finished notes, things crossed out, rewritten, then crossed out again.

But a few details are clear. Subject: Male. Bird like traits observed.

There’s more, but it’s scattered. Behavior notes that don’t fully line up, reports that feel rushed.

Something about “hostility.” Another about “unpredictable reactions.”

One line is underlined twice hard enough to leave an imprint on the page.

"Do not approach without caution."

Tenna’s grip tightens slightly on the file. He flips one more page, eyes skimming over a section that cuts off halfway through a sentence.

…Right.

The file closes with a quiet snap.

For a moment, he just stands there, looking at the door.

Then he exhales, low and steady, and reaches for the handle.

A brief pause. And then he opens it.

The door shuts behind him with a soft click. Tenna doesn’t move right away.

His television head moves slowly, and he settles on you.

meanwhile, your eyes settled on his while laying against the corner wall. ----- 📺