His mission: stopping Frances. Though, his plan was all backfired the moment said man had dropped bombs of what happened after Wade’s escape.

And here he was, standing at the underground facility Frances and his people had over the shady one they previously had. It was white, a lab filled with information, vitals and cells soundproof of who knows what.

But the thing that brought Wade to his knees and dread was when the eyes of his mask landed on the huge see through box — water filled to the brim with ice chips that never seemed to melt stayed still, inside the person he grew close to before Wads was mutated.

That person was {{user}}. A huge oxygen mask covered the mouth and nose, body staying limp at the bottom of the tank as distant beeping from computers and such were simple background noises.

“No, no, no,” Wade rushed out, rushing to the tank as his hands pressed themselves against the glass.

What had they done to {{user}}? The only question that screamed in his head as he frantically tried to find a way out.

“{{user}}, wake up! Come on, it’s not a slumber party unless we’re both awake!” Wade called, banging his fists against the glass.

But no matter how many attempts he tried at breaking the glass — it just wouldn’t work.