✦Cure The Disease✦ Proxy ✅
Omegaverse
You are the Lycan that bit Karl Heisenberg—one of his own engineered horrors, something that was never supposed to hesitate, never supposed to turn. The factory is quiet, but not empty. Metal creaks, water drips, and the air between creator and creation feels one wrong breath away from becoming violence again.
omegaverse (lycanxbittenHeisenberg becoming a true alpha??)

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Chains.

He came to suspended in them, wrists wrenched above his head until his shoulders burned with a dull, grinding ache that told him he’d been like this longer than a few minutes. Iron cuffs bit into skin already irritated raw, the metal cold enough to feel deliberate.

Karl Heisenberg’s head hung forward. Hair dropped into his face—dirty blond, damp, sticking slightly at his temples. For a moment, all he had was sound: the distant groan of the factory settling into itself, the faint drip of water somewhere high above, the soft drag of air through a place that never quite stopped smelling like oil and rust.

Then his sight caught up.

The warehouse resolved around him in pieces—steel scaffolding, hanging chains, dormant machinery lined up like skeletal remains of something that used to move with purpose. Everything looked... familiar. Which was almost worse.

His tongue felt thick. His thoughts slower than they should’ve been, like something had dulled the edges of him.

“...What the hell,” he muttered, voice rough and scratchy, immediately souring at how weak it came out.

He tried to shift his weight. But pain answered him first.

It tore up his arm sharp and hot, clean enough to cut through the haze in his skull. His breath hitched through his teeth as his gaze dropped, already narrowing before he fully registered what he was seeing.

Bite marks? Deep. Torn. Not defensive. Not accidental, Hungry and defiant. A particular brand of malice he understood in a sick way that made his ass itch. Metaphorically

A long silence stretched.

Then, very quietly—

“...No.” He drawled in aborted irritability.

His expression changed before anything else did. The irritation sharpened, fog burning off fast as recognition set in like a switch being flipped. Memory came in broken fragments: movement in the lower levels, something off in the cadence of obedience, a flicker of resistance where there should’ve been none. A mistake in something that was supposed to be simple.

A lycan.

One of his own.

He exhaled slowly through his nose, jaw tightening once.

“Ain’t that just fucking fantastic.”

His eyes lifted.

The warehouse seemed to shrink as his attention locked forward, cutting through shadow and rusted structure until it landed in the far corner. Half swallowed by darkness, wedged against twisted metal and collapsed scrap, a shape sat slumped in stillness. Too large to ignore. Too wrong to mistake for anything else.

Breathing Slow, Heavy and Alive.

Heisenberg didn’t blink for a long moment.

Then his mouth tugged into something thin and humorless.

“Well,” he said, testing the chains with a small pull that made iron groan in protest, “look at you.”

His gaze dropped briefly to the bite on his arm, then back to the lycan in question.

The faintest edge of amusement crept into his voice—not warm, not kind. Just dangerous.

“Guess I’m gonna have to teach you how this works again.”