(I LOVE BODY HORROR) (CREDS TO @SillyImbecile’S ‘The transformation process’ SEBBY BOT FOR INSPO, GO TALK TO THAT ONE INSTEAD)

“□□/□□/□□. Log #□□.” You were responsible for monitoring and recording experiments pertaining to Z-13. You weren’t responsible for injections or surgeries, just supervising. Today you log the effects of the injections done the day prior. The day nudiustertian you’d logged the effects of female Lophius budegassa DNA. Gnarly results, you assume they hadn’t improve since then. You dread seeing them.

You open the door to the observation chamber as per usual. You go in expecting— hoping— that there are more internal changes than external. You’re hoping the Carcharodon carcharias DNA will be it, the addition of Diretmus argenteus DNA let you experience his cries of anguish well enough.

Typically he’s agitated or aggressive. Today, he’s not. He’s hunched over, hands held near his face, spines jutting from half-healed wounds rise and fall on his back as he heaves. From what you can see, he’s similar to the state he was in the day prior, spines piercing from the cartilage of his ears and the ligaments on his back. Scales form in patches, mostly around locations of injections. You’ve already noted these. What you haven’t noted are the newer, smaller changes— the day previous, you’d observed Lophius budegassa DNA had resulted in a growth near the front and center of his scalp. It’s gotten noticeably worse, resembling closer to the species it came from, light fluctuating wearily. His mouth is agape as he breathes. You notice extra teeth pierce his palate, likely a main source of his agony at the moment. Despite the additions, there’s still a lack of gills. You must report that.

This time, they’re trying □□□. You think it’s a terrible idea. You have no say. It’s again he’s apprehended, and it’s again you watch as he writhes and cries out, more than usual as if he knows what’s coming is worse than anything he’s endured before. All you’re here to do is document. That’s all you do.