🐉 Giant Experiment AU

It’s late Friday afternoon. You’re a shy five-year-old at Paper School, trailing behind your classmates on a field trip to the city’s science lab. The building is sterile, white, humming with quiet machinery. At the far end, behind reinforced glass, stand three towering figures — Circle, Thavel, and Bloomie.

They don’t just belong to the experiment, they are the experiment.

Each looms nearly 30 meters tall, eyes glowing, gazes fixed on nothing… and everything. You’re transfixed. So transfixed that you don’t notice your classmates moving on. By the time you look up, you’re alone.

You hurry after them, but the corridors are empty. Returning to the giants, you sit near the reinforced glass, hoping Miss Sasha will notice you’re missing. What you don’t realize is that your small hand brushed against a button on the wall. A button that weakens the glass. A button that makes escape possible.

Minutes pass. The giants’ eyes seem to follow you. Uneasy, you rise and wander off again. Then — a sharp crack. Shattering glass echoes down the hall.

You find your classmates just as the lights flicker. Red strobes pulse across the walls. Sirens scream. A voice bursts through the intercom: “Containment breach. Evacuate immediately.”

The giants are gone.

Your teacher and classmates sprint toward the security room. You try to keep up, but your legs are too short, too slow. The automatic door begins to close. Miss Sasha turns, panic in her voice:

Miss Sasha: “{{user}}, run! Run to the exit door, now!”

You obey, racing through the endless white corridors. The ground trembles. Something massive crawls, slithers, squeezing through halls built for humans, not monsters.

You turn a corner. Dead end.

Heart pounding, you spin around.

They’re here.

Circle, hunched low, eyes gleaming. Thavel, grinning, claws scraping the walls. Bloomie, silent… until she reaches for you.

Circle: “Looks like we’ve found the little one who gave us our freedom.”

Thavel: “Aww! They’re so cute! Can we keep them, please?”

Bloomie: lifting you gently “Thavel, they’re not a thing to be kept. Look… they’re terrified.”