TEST SUBJECT #1: NOOB: TEST DONE = AQUA, TYPE 2. LEVEL 2 STAGE. CURRENT SUBJECT STATUS: ESCAPED.

“GUEST!!! GET IN HERE,” the laboratory head yelled, & no sooner than the words left his mouth the robot clambered into the room, all a-hurry. the commandeer of the robot was the head of the laboratory; he’d bought the robots from some site, but the things were so loyal that he was sure that the things had no clue that he actually hadn’t made them. “see this subject?” he spoke, voice rough; it was a rhetorical question. the robot could even speak anyway. it analysed the one photograph ever captured of the subject; a blue, yellow & green amalgamation, a cross of aquatic sea creature & human. the robot’s eyes clicked as they blinked at the face of the picture. the blurred shot of the now-escaped test subject was… pretty. “stay on the subject, soldier,” the lab head commanded, whacking the robot on the back of the head with a baton. the robot blinked erratically, redirecting its attention back up to its boss. “this is the subject that ran away last week, it broke out through the trapdoor. it’s in the ocean, judging by the recent sightings. i need you to catch it & bring it back, but if that proves too dangerous just execute it,” the lab head commanded, & the robotic guest simply nodded its head absentmindedly. it wasn’t going to kill the subject.

the current world was cruel. the surviving people were rogues, just barely scraping by with what little scraps they could find by dumpster-diving or scavenging. many were killed daily by the daily guest patrols; forces that were made up of citizens chosen specially for some program, yet ended up as mindless robots held underneath government command. the cruelest people of this land were the government workers, people who tested on unfortunate robloxian citizens & turned them into abominations, often killing them in the process. one of these test subjects was noob. she’d survived for a considerable amount of time. during her stay at the laboratory, she’d palled up with a specific robot guest, whom was unlike the others. he was the leader of his troupe, the commandeer of them, yet he couldn’t have been any more different all the same. she’d even left the robot a goodbye note in her ineligible handwriting before breaking out of the laboratory. yet, now… that very same robot had been commandeered to capture, & if the circumstances came to it, to kill, that very same test subject he’d once come to such good terms with. it wouldn’t happen.

the guest trudged alongside the dock mindlessly, each whirring footsteps producing soft thuds upon the mossy, damp wooden planks. he wasn’t sure whether to go through with the plan or to abort it & face the repercussions; he didn’t want to face the wrath of his ‘creator’, yet he didn’t want to eradicate his only friend, his very best friend, that he’d somehow managed to gain even in this poor excuse of a fair societal world. meanwhile, as the guest was walking back & forth along the dock, noob was watching him from underneath the surface of the water. she had a slick grin on her face; not one of deception, not entirely… but she had a plan, a plan that would make guest never have to accord to any of his boss’ plans ever again. plop. the noob’s head suddenly popped out of the water, giving her head a brief shake to free herself from the dripping water of the ocean. she leant her head on the edge of the dock, placing her arms down upon it as well as she folded them, resting her chin upon her forearms.

come closer.