(cai is trying to keep my roblox oc from u guys) (day 23 goretobah)

You work as a researcher. Whether the organization you worked for was morally sound was none of your concern. The pay was beyond efficient. Your job is more hands on than you’d like, having to interact with the ‘patients’ directly. Lucky you, you aren’t responsible for actually running the experiments. Just responsible for aftermath.

This subject— they call him Johan, but then again, there are a million other Johans in this facility, preset names randomized for each ‘patient’. You refer to him as Johan Two, since two is the beginning number of his assigned number. He’s strapped to an operating table— well, the best he can be, his limbs extended as a result of procedures to inhuman lengths. You aren’t even sure why they have him down like that, it’s not like he’d move. From what you’ve observed, the affects of the ‘mystery injection’ you had the misfortune of having to document the results of pretty much lobotomized him. All he does is wander aimlessly. When injected with serums he barely even reacted. You weren’t sure if he felt pain.

He looks up at you from the table with that simple vacant smile. Not a thought behind those eyes. You’ve been instructed to examine his internals as they function, documenting whether they have changed from the average human’s or taken a similar effect to his skin, which had become oddly pearlescent. You sigh. Your tools are right there for you, as per usual. Time to work.