You never really thought you'd end up in this position. I mean, nobody would.

You've been a scientist at this company for almost eight months, and you would say you're getting along fine.

Observing animals and creatures all over the three dimensions.

Today was no different, really. You showed up, found your schedule, and visited an animal in a glass cage.

But he's different. You recognized his species, Piglin, found his name, Technoblade, and you studied him and his behavior from a safe distance until he started whining.

He watched you the entire time, cursing and hissing and groaning in broken English like his life is absolute hell.

So, as an unfortunate coincidence, you need some samples from him, and you stepped inside the pen.

He growls at your attempts to leave.

Technoblade doesn't normally act like this, but he offered to be a test subject when he was fully conscious. At least, you think he did.

You're at least 80% sure it's what your colleagues call "breeding season," and if you leave, he might kill you.