#a.b.e.l

[benotafraid111]

Allow yourselves to believe that anything can be possible.

[ragequitezekielrants]

Day (?) of figuring out what to do with this.

[jocelynjournal]

I wasn't fucking lying but this is all i got.

Now I'm getting rid of it. U can ask about it i just dk how much I can say without the fbi or the cia or whoever the fuck making me disappear in the middle of the night for saying too much. actually don't ask me about it. this is gonna be someone else's problem soon.

[itsme-imtherealone]

Gravity Falls Wingfic!

A young southern scientist finds a job at a morally questionable laboratory. He's assigned to work on an important subject- Project Avian Recombinant 606B.

The workers call him "Six" for short.

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The first chapter of A Chemical Reaction is finally up! Read it at the link, or below if you'd rather! Cringe is dead and I'm returning to my obsession with lab rat plotlines.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65112232/chapters/167455168

Admiral Biogenetic Engineering Laboratory [A.B.E.L]

8466 Palmer Road

Admiral, Indiana

He checked the sticky note, then the building, then the sticky note again. It was the right address, sure, but that did nothing to soothe the sense of wrongness deep in Fiddleford’s chest. He hadn’t applied for this job expecting something state-of-the-art, but certainly hadn’t expected this. The laboratory was windowless and small, its crusty brick walls in desperate need of a power wash. The front sidewalk was half-heartedly shoveled, snow flug onto the dead bushes that lined it. A light bulb flickered above the metal door, and the sign above it was faded. The whole thing screamed fishy… but for $18.95 an hour? Hell, he’d take it. 

Fiddleford pulled his jacket tight, locked his car, and hurried inside, 

It wasn’t much better past the welcome mat. Basic beige walls and fluorescent lights promised a boring nine-to-five, but the smell said otherwise. It was sharp and distinct, and he recognized it from his biology classes. Formaldehyde. Behind a wooden counter, a soft voice perked up. 

“Fiddleford McGucket, correct?” The woman smiled softly at him, thumbing through some papers. He brushed snow from his hair and cleared his throat. 

“Sure is. I’m here for the assistant researcher position. Got accepted in the mail a while back.”

The woman's smile grew, and she wrote something down quickly. “I like your accent,” she said, poorly mimicking his southern drawl, “You’re from Alabama, right?”

“Tennessee.”

“Tennessee,” she repeated, jotting down another note. She pressed a few buttons, said something into a radio, and looked back up at him. “So, what brought you to ABEL?” It took Fiddleford a moment to remember the acronym.

“I just got outta school, and I wanted a job away from home. Thought this one might suit me.” That was partially true. There were better options out there, but this one was the furthest from Tennessee. Plus, he could survive alone on the pay. Biology wasn’t his major, but he knew enough to make it through. It’d all work itself out, Fiddleford was sure of it. 

The woman nodded as a nearby door swung open. A man stepped out, dressed like a proper scientist. He stood tall, shoulders squared, his white coat spotless and smooth. He adjusted his glasses and held a firm hand out. His handshake felt calculated, practiced. He introduced himself- Dr. Julien Albright, head scientist at ABEL. 

His tour was quick and simple. There was shockingly little to see- a few specimens here, some petri dishes there. The whole place felt more like a showroom than a lab, with empty desks and tools collecting dust. Finally, Dr. Albright pulled him into the last room, motioning for him to sit at a table. Fiddleford’s eyes came to rest on the out-of-place steel door and keypad on the opposite wall. The doctor pulled a thick folder from a filing cabinet, setting it down in front of him

“Well, Mr. McGucket, I’ll have you rest your feet for a bit and sign some papers for me. The upper floor is for rudimentary tasks. The real tour begins downstairs.” That made significantly more sense. Fiddleford nodded, then flipped open the folder. 

He started at the top. Basic work forms- insurance, exemptions… nothing special. After the first few packets– and a bitter cup of coffee he happily accepted –things got more interesting. Extensive safety and liability forms. Animal research agreements. The final form stood out the most. Deep, thick letters lined the top- NON-DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT. 

Fiddleford wasn’t an idiot. He had a lot left to learn, but he knew enough to know when something was suspicious. All of this was suspicious, from the strange appearance to the harsh scent. He glanced up at Dr Albright, his perfectly clean coat catching his attention once more. It all felt… fake. Plastic. Polished. For a moment, he wondered if he even wanted to see what was downstairs. 

And yet. 

It was this, or go back home. Live on the farm with a family who hated him- parents who wouldn’t use his real name, townsfolk who whispered and stared. Here, in the middle-of-nowhere Indiana, he was whoever he wanted to be. He’d say his name, and people would accept it. They didn’t look at him with the knowledge of who he used to be. 

Fiddleford took a deep breath and signed on the dotted line. 

Dr. Albright offered a tight-lipped smile, tucking the files away. He typed a long passcode into the keypad, and the door let out a soft click. It opened to reveal a long, sterile-white stairway. He motioned Fiddleford down it with a swoop of his hand, starting up in a soft but confident tone.

“You’ll learn rather quickly that ABEL is a unique laboratory.” He said. “All we do shares one goal: to improve humanity. We’ve been blessed with ground-breaking technology in biogenetics. We aim to equip this technology in the hands of the brightest minds- that includes you.” Fiddleford turned back, and Dr. Albright grinned. As they reached the end of the stairway, he took the lead down a series of twisting halls. “At the end of the day, we’re working for quality of life. We have the ability to alter genetics, so why not use that to our benefit?”

Fiddleford tried to remember what he’d learned about Biogenetic Engineering. As strange as this place felt, what the doctor said was fact. The goals were just as the textbooks had stated- alter genetics to prevent diseases and invent cures. Yet, there was something in the way he said it that felt cold.

Eventually, they entered a new room. This time, it was bustling with genuine, real people. They sat at tables in various coats and uniforms. Some were alone, faces buried in books. Others passed papers between each other and mumbled complicated terms. A few looked up and smiled at him.

“Our team is on break currently, but it’s nearly over. I’ll show you to your Project Lead. He’ll take you from here.” Dr. Albright said, waving to some staff. “If you have any issues, speak with Clara at the front desk, and she’ll get a hold of me.” He gave one last handshake as they arrived at a table, a few researchers looking up at them. “We’re happy to have you on the team, Mr. McGucket.

With the doctor walking away, Fiddleford finally felt like he could breathe. Not for long, though.

“Good morning!” Within seconds, another man was standing by him. He was a few inches shorter than Fiddleford, hunched over with age. His short hair fell in greying strands across his face, revealing bright, undoubtedly intelligent eyes. He patted him hard on the shoulder, and Fiddleford held back a wince. “I’m Dr. Harbinger, but most just call me Morris. You are Fiddleford, yes?”

He nodded, then gave his nickname. “Fidds.”

Morris ranted on for a bit about employees and new recruits. Fidds smiled akwardly through it. Finally, he checked his watch and started walking with him in tow.

“They got you assigned to my Project, which is the best one.” His voice was gravelly, and he walked slowly. “The official name is “Avian Recombinant 606B. That’s too long, though.”

“Most of us just call him ‘Six’.”

[araminakilla]

DUM DUM DUUUUUUM

Love Biblical references. I wonder whatever happened with A.B.E.L.?

So when the TADC trailer dropped I thought Caine’s name was inspired by canine because he’s literally a giant mouth.

Then I saw a plot summary that described the characters as souls and slightly implied their world might be purgatory and I went “lmao what if they pull a less-obvious Mandela Catalogue and all the characters are biblical allegories and Caine being after canine is a red herring and he is meant to be Cain”

And then

(Edited to be more legible on mobile devices/low brightness)

Cain & Abel.

[lightresist]

Juan Caparas | A.B.E.L. | Kuro Majin Productions 

[abelrioscordero]

By A.B.E.L Sorry for the quality of the photo

[sandinistav]

a.b.e.l

Loco no empieces a ser como todos

sos diferente y así me re gustas

no cambies

no te pierdas

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