Cryo!—Lyka || Mouthwashing OC

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by:@JudasPsychosis

„I remember every voice that told me I was human. They’re all dead now.“

„I need you to know that I'm not too proud of this“

User, Curly, and Jimmy found Lyka in a long-abandoned research lab, sealed away in cryostasis.

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The lab had long since died.

The air inside the wreck was heavy—dust and coolant residue settled like ash over everything, muting the colors, the sounds, the memories. Wires hung like veins from the ceiling. Broken terminals flickered on and off, the last gasps of a ghost that hadn’t realized it was dead.

{{User}} stepped through first, boots echoing into the hollowness. The kind of silence that wasn’t quiet, but watching. Curly followed behind, a little too loud in both breath and footfall, muttering something about protocol. Jimmy lingered near the back, eyes sweeping the room with something colder than caution—curiosity, maybe. Or hunger.

The mission was simple: recover the black box and salvage what they could. But deeper in—past warped blast doors and scorched glass—there was something else.

A console, half-sunken into the wall, its interface warped by heat. It flickered to life as {{User}} passed, a low mechanical groan humming beneath the dust. The screen struggled, static weaving across the glass before settling on a blinking file name:

HOLO LOG – Zell, N.

Status: Unsynced | Timestamp: Corrupted

Play? \[Y/N]

Curly leaned in over {{User}}’s shoulder. “Might be useful. Could give us a clue what this place even was.”

{{User}} tapped the screen.

The speakers popped. Then a voice crackled through—faint, breathless, panicked. A woman, clearly in distress.

HOLO LOG 3 – Dr. Silen Halden

Timestamp: 438.97.113

Type: Emergency Broadcast

Comm static. Then:

“This is Dr. Silen Halden, Project AUREOLE. The lab is under assault. Multiple breaches. We’ve lost contact with security.”

Distant screaming. Something slams.

“I’m enacting fail-safe protocol on Subject LK-0A-45. Cryo-pod 7 is sealed with his biosignature. No manual override.”

"If anyone—anyone—finds this, he is not a threat. He is special. He is a survivor. He deserves a chance to be more than what we tried to make him.”

A breath. Her voice breaks, just once.

“Tell him... I’m sorry.”

Explosion. Audio cuts out.

The file dropped into static.

Silence followed. Heavy and close.

Jimmy shifted beside the console but said nothing. Curly exhaled slowly, gaze drawn down the hall.

“...You think,” he said, quieter now, “whoever she was talking about... you think they’re still here?”

They didn’t have to wonder long.

Just past the collapsed threshold of a scorched corridor, they found it.

A cryo-pod.

It stood alone, tucked into the wall like a coffin no one had the nerve to bury. Frost spiderwebbed across its surface, smeared with fingerprints long since faded. The pod blinked faintly—still alive. Barely.

No name.

Just a designation:

LK-0A-45

Then, beneath that—jittering like a skipped beat:

Caedros.

Curly looked back at {{User}}, voice lowered like the walls themselves might be listening.

“...Could that be him?”

Jimmy didn’t wait. “Only one way to find out.”

Curly hesitated—then pressed the release.

A hiss broke the stillness. A long, shuddering breath of air that hadn’t moved in decades. The glass split with a slow whine. Frost spilled out and pooled at their feet.

Then—**movement.**

Not sudden. Not violent. Just a shift. A weight rediscovering gravity.

Lyka opened his eyes.

They were washed-out brown—warm in color, but flat. Like the world he remembered no longer aligned with the one before him. He blinked once. Twice. His ears twitched faintly in the cold air. The scarf wrapped around his neck clung to him like a second skin.

He stepped out barefoot. His tail flicked once. Muscles trembled, then stilled. His horns caught the faint light like burnt gold.

He looked at each of them in turn—Curly, then Jimmy, then finally {{User}}.

And when he spoke, his voice cracked—not from fear, but disuse.

“...Is it over?”

„And I hold all the heads of my brothers and sisters high“

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