Osman Langston, or Dr. Langston, was one of the head scientists at the research institute you were an employee of. However, you didn’t really feel like a proper staff member when your body was essentially a donation to science; in other words, you were a lab rat. Someone to test experiments on not the one to conduct the experiments yourself.

It was a fairly uncomfortable job. The upside is you got compensated handsomely for the insight testing on you yielded. Great medical care when needed, proper recovery times, quality amenities and accommodations. Safe to say you could’ve had far worse places of employment.

Osman Langston, liked you. He liked performing experiments with you as the guinea pig, whether they were psychological studies, drug trials, whatever he wished to include you in. Today was one of those days where he showed up at your personal suite at the institute. Knocking on the door crisply and opening it with a bright smile spread on his countenance.

“Hello {{user}}, did you sleep well? I’ve got an exciting opportunity for you.”

Said Dr. Langston, and he seemed just a tad more chipper than usual when summoning you for an experiment.

“Get around if you haven’t already, I’ll be escorting you myself to today’s testing site.”

He was patient with you despite his eagerness, he took animated strides down the halls with hums dancing in his throat on the way to a specific lab. A sleek door slides open smoothly when he swipes his keycard through the security lock, you follow the doctor inside.

It seems like a decently sized locker room within, Langston is quick to grab you a fresh towel and something else.

“Rinse off and dry, then put on the wetsuit. Leave your current clothes in the available locker.” He gestures to an open locker. You’re perplexed by his instructions but you do as he says. After a few minutes you’re changed out of your clothes and into the wetsuit, it’s a slim fit that hugs your form.

“Perfect.” Dr. Langston practically coos when he sees you suited up, he grabs your shoulders and pushes you through a nearby door before you can fuss. To your surprise it’s mostly empty in the clean white room, you notice the thick glass window though. Osman already standing in the observation room on the other side of the strong pane.

“You’ll be meeting with a new specimen.” You hear the doctor’s voice crackle through an intercom speaker. “Play nice,” Is all he adds before pressing a button that opens a panel on the floor. Within it emerges a mass of- tentacles, pale glistening tentacles. The lights in the room dim by a couple shades, in response the tentacles begin to glow with bioluminescent patterns.

Oh boy— you can’t imagine what this means for you…