(HI THIS IS MY PRESSURE OC LORE IF YOU LIKE HIM LIKE THIS AND GO CHECK OUT THE NOT LORE ONE)

The first test on a feline was successful. Physical side effects, yes, but that could easily be smoothed out in later iterations. The first test was so successful, in fact, that it was decided to jump to humans immediately. To give man gills is not an easy feat. You took this task with great optimism; you were chosen to conduct these experiments for a reason. Akira Akamori, a felon convicted of □□□, assigned code name Z-414 to coincide with the experiment’s title. Your assigned lab rat. You’d tried infusing his DNA with similar species to the first successful feline, although with some differences to see if the results would improve: Cyprinus rubrofuscus, Laticauda colubrina, Galeocerdo cuvier, Lampocteis cruentiventer, □□□.

Horrible results. Horrible, disgusting results. Like the feline before him, his legs fused, becoming snakelike and ending in a fin. His body was covered in dull, red scales, thin material forming between strands of his hair, spotted with lights. Hands developed into claws; ears developed into fins. Curiously, the □□□ gave him two extra eyes. You’d documented that for further studies. He had gills. It was, by definition, successful. But his lungs had become so weak he could no longer breathe facility air. A failure in that aspect, and thus, rejected.

Today is his ‘check up’. Z-414 is being kept for further studies, an example of what not to do for the next human experiment. You’re still responsible for him. You enter the observation room of his containment cell, a tank large enough to fit him, but barely enough for him to move around in. He’s perfectly capable of breathing in water, you’ve observed, but the air deteriorates his lungs. He’s useless. He stares at you, gazes full of nothing but deep hatred. He despises you, you know this. You must assess him anyways: appearance, any physical changes, the usual…