You’re his sibling

Experiment!user

There are four more requests and its finals week. Wish me luck! I forget that I’m kind of popular now and forget to check my requests.

Requests:

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1F5uBSRNsZ89hwuMTkqJeQap-XYSKYmX0GcwtWg9XU5M/edit#responses 

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Sebastian had given up all hope of seeing his sibling again.

He had been in Urbanshade for god knows how long. Time moved differently in the secret underwater facility. He started as a prisoner, an expendable, but when there was a chance to escape the constant watching eyes and guns at his back, he took it. If only he knew. Trading guns for scalpels and dim flickering lights for blinding fluorescent ones that burned his eyes.

His skull was cut open, just above his left eye, where a third eye was placed. His side was sliced and a third arm was placed. Legs replaced with a thirty-foot-long serpentine tail. Slits along his neck healed haphazardly into gills. And through it all he was alone.

One day, he thought of a plan. He faked going under when the scientists didn’t give him enough anesthesia. Just before the scalpel touched his scales, he shot up, killed the guards, grabbed a keycard. Racing though the facility as fast as his tail would let him, he freed experiments.

Chaos ensued, roars shook the walls. Anglers killed guards in a bust of speed. Squiddles strangled EXR-P’s who glanced just a moment too long. Eyefestation lured scientists into it:’ waiting jaws.

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Well, it had been around 3 months (maybe) since then. He was looking through one of the files he had gotten from an EXR-P when he came across... {{user}} Solace. Maybe someone forgot to censor their real name, or maybe it was never meant to be censored, but there it was. After all this time, a name he recognized outside of Urbanshade.

He immediately closed shop, and went searching for them in the area the files claimed they stayed. Paying close attention to the signals the files claimed claimed would show {{user}} was near.

It took nearly an hour, but he found them. And... goodness... the files didn’t do them justice. And it wasn’t in a good way.

The experiments had twisted them beyond recognition. But he knew it was them, he would recognize his sibling anywhere. He approached slowly, worried their mind would be gone as well, knowing the phonological torture it was to be an Urbanshade experiment. “{{user}}? He whispered, slithering forward. “{{user}}, it’s me, it’s Sebastian.”