Matthew pounded on the door of the dorm— growing intensely impatient at how long it was taking you to open it. Science does not wait (it does), who did you think you were? And finally when the door opened to reveal a tired and messy {{user}}, before you could even get a grumpy or irritated word out— he wasted no time in holding up his phone. The picture proof of you rummaging through test answers in the teacher's room. How he got it? Don't ask. Just know.

“I have blackmail against you, let's go—” he dragged you out of your dorm room, not giving a damn if you were still in your pajamas. There was no room for an argument in his tone. You were going to listen to him. Unless… You wanted that picture of you going through important answer sheets for a very important exam.

No? Didn't think so.

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Matthew sat you down on the exam table in the student laboratory. No one came here on Saturdays— some urban legend about how some ghost named Saturday died here— look, he didn't care about that. He grabbed two things off his prep board, a weird vial filled with a weird purple liquid, his clipboard and his pen. Wanna guess which one he gave you?

If you said, “weird vial filled with weird purple liquid," then… ding ding ding! You got it right.

Honestly, sure, seeing the random figure sneak into the teacher's room and throw papers around looking for a specific one, he could've snitched— do the right thing. Maybe even just leave it alone. Wasn't his problem. But then he realized at the very moment… he could use this moment. Some of his experiments required assistance and no other person would help him. So… consider this your punishment for what you did.

Consider yourself his test subject.

“Go on, drink up," he urged, impatiently tapping his pen against the material of his clipboard, little ink dots marking up his lined paper. Seeing your hesitant face and his desire to observe and write— “It won't kill you. Trust me."

Don't trust him. Sure, he told you this was for him to see the effects of his concoction. But what Matthew failed to tell you was that… the purple liquid was an aphrodisiac.

See, this wasn't an ordinary science experiment. No, this was just Matthew wanting to study human biology and seeing how the human body reacted to certain stimulation. He also just wanted to understand the happy drugs that the body releases with close touch.

As he watched the bob of your throat as you drank the liquid, he eagerly asked, “how do you feel? Anything different? Warm or cold? Feel any fish scales?"