#failedexperiment

[lunarw0rks]

HEYYY just wondering if I can do a request of an experimented reader? (They can be any animal or anything)

❀*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Patient 001 // 141 Mini Drabbles

Warning(s): FailedExperiment!reader, gn!reader, medical procedures, drugging mention, kidnapping, blood, injury, death, animal testing mention, angst, hurt/comfort, no use of y/n Word Count: 2.6k ꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ 141 MASTERLIST // have a request? ˗ˏˋ ASK BOX ˎˊ˗

A/N: I hope this isn't too dark for what the anon requested. If it is, I apologize. I've been interested in this plot line for a bit, and wanted to write something for it!

SYNOPSIS; You're a failed scientific experiment. Once a civilian, now a half-human that had gone through hell. Your other half, now a mutated creature.

To no longer be human would be a blessing. But that part of you stayed, partially. Still terrorized from the experiments, the tests, the documentation of your transformation.

Then came the day you were found.

MISSION BRIEFING; Their orders were simple.

Evacuate innocent technicians — and most importantly — find the location of the catastrophic chemical component, before it ends up in the wrong hands.

What was behind the doors, they'd certainly never forget.

Ghost

His rifle remained raised in front of him as he swept each room. It was obvious the enemy knew they were coming. All he'd found so far were empty sterile spaces, understimulating exam rooms, or numbing cubicles filled to the brim with charts.

Until he heard it.

A sickening screech, like that of a person possessed by a demon. Echoing off the tile walls, much too loud for the lung capacity of a human - and in deep anguish.

Simon's heart stopped when he pushed through the double doors, seeing a huddled figure left behind bars. Not a scientist left behind. Not a prisoner of war. Something.

The glow of your eyes reflected off the blinding white fluorescents, irises matching that of crimson. Your flesh, once human-like, is now sunken and riddled with healed slashes. Most of them self-inflicted, from when you thrashed against your restraints.

When you saw the figure, looming and dormant, it reminded you of the scientists that spent hours observing your changes. How you shrieked when touched when something as small as a pin dropped. Every noise was heightened, making your ears ring painfully. Your hearing could track the sound of potential prey for miles. And your tender skin? Only soothed when you weren't lucid enough to remember the pokes and prods.

Every week, it was a new serum, a new component. Something they would give you to study its effects on your body. Whatever you were, it was a mystery. All you did know was that you craved the metallic taste of blood.

Similar to that of a hungry hound, or that of urban legends that hunt unsuspecting hikers. But you weren't cruel. You weren't a cold-blooded beast that wanted to rip their throats out. That's what kept you around so long.

Your empathy never subsided, like it was supposed to. Your feedings were only that of animal blood or the human samples they gave you in the hope that it would progress the experiment. It never did. It only left you in that cell longer; fearsome and isolated.

"Christ..." Simon muttered to himself, eyes wide. The figure approached the enclosure, his rifle lowered when he observed your fear. He wasn't holding a syringe, not a clipboard, not a video camera, not even a vile of blood for you to choke down. Your vermillion gaze inspected the man with uncertainty, who looked like that of a soldier.

Your fatigued limps crawled across the scuffed cement until you could use the bars to find your feet. Something you couldn't do when the scientists were monitoring you. After so long huddled on the ground or writhing on the cot, it was a relief, if that was possible anymore.

Despite his best judgment, his fingers reached through the bars until they found your fingers. "I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered, his British rasp ringing through your overly-sensitive ears. For the first time in months, you touched the warm flesh of a human hand, not an unempathetic gloved one.

It was a natural reaction to flinch; that primal side of you overshadowing the human one. But you still had the ability to find genuine empathy in his amber eyes. Your hand wrapped tightly around his through the gap in the bars, savoring the once-deprived human contact. "Do you remember your name?"

Price

Price took the riskiest route; the one he wouldn't dare send his team into head-first. The pathway that took him through each of the hidden laboratories — the one only countless hours of digging for intel made him aware of.

It was more chilling than he foresaw.

Rows of exam rooms, shelves of unknown components, countless cages of small animals. All that is expected in a covert scientific compound.

That is... until he stumbled upon a sealed room different from the others. One that could only be inhabited by a human being. He stared in each direction of the hallway, finding a keycard left on one of the bodies.

It was his duty to clear every room, no matter how disturbing the contents would be. Behind the plate glass room that resembled that of an enclosure. A small table and two chairs, a video camera, and most shockingly — the trembling figure in restraints on a thin foam mattress. One who has clearly been poked and prodded for months straight, littered with scars and an almost inhuman appearance.

The man approaching you wasn't a threat, but that didn't stop your body's natural reaction to hide. After months of enduring tests and experiments, being monitored like some sort of creature — it was hard to trust anyone. "My God... What have they done to you?" Price murmured as he approached the cot, fingers finding each tube and removing them one by one.

His expression was one of pity and disgust as his mind imagined all the awful things they put you and your body through. Countless months of research and injecting new components into you clearly didn't turn you into some monster.

You were frightened and in agony — still human underneath it all.

"Can you move your fingers for me? Your legs?" He asked softly, bent down next to your bed. Your shaky fingers finally gained some movement, after he had cut off the constant drip of sedatives. Next, you hesitantly untucked your legs, feeling your bare feet touch the icy tile for the first time in months. It was like learning how to walk all over again, except now you weren't the same you.

Your senses were heightened — smell, eyesight, hearing, and most of all touch. His palm found the small of your back as he led you to the door of your cell, using the keycard he swiped to unlock it from the inside.

As he led you through the corridors, he grabbed a spare lab coat off one of the racks, placing it over your shivering shoulders. No scrubs, no sweats, only a loose white gown. If he wasn't so focused on keeping his eyes peeled for hostiles, he would've given you his own jacket. The entire building had to be kept cool and they hadn't bothered to give you something warmer to wear.

He spoke into his radio, alerting the rest of his team as they combed through the rest of the compound. Right now, his priority was making sure you ended up somewhere safe tonight. "You're safe now, alright? Nobody will put their hands on you again."

Not a place with sterile white walls, a bed to sleep in with more than a thin foam pad, a place where your every move wasn't monitored. A place where the human part of you could feel safe again.

Soap

The power to the compound was cut off when Soap's team breached the tight security system. It was a faulty system — unlocking all the electronically sealed doors instead of the opposite. And the lights, instead of a blinding white, were dim and flickered repeatedly. Most likely the emergency ones.

Enough light to guide you through the corridors, but not enough for his trained eyes to be entirely sure of no threats.

He was using his instincts, his sensory training; all he had to rely on as he crept through the halls. Eerily silent halls. The only sound is the hum of all the technology littering this place and his boots hitting the smooth tile.

Eventually, he found one of the testing rooms; a place that is bound to have some chemical components stored.

Through the glass viewing window, he could see that this space was heavily used. Video cameras, viewing chairs, viles and IV bags stored on refrigerators shelves. Most chilling - the chair with restraints. The one you’d been bound to so many times, poked and prodded by medical tools.

The longer it went on, you felt it more. You weren’t lucky enough to go numb to the pain. It had the opposite effect. Every ache, every stab, every head-splitting migraine.

Soap’s brows knitted together in focus as he maintained his stealth, keeping his eyes peeled for any sign of actionable intel. Though this room was dimmer than the rest, with emergency lights even more faulty than the ones in the rest of the building. He had to squint to clear the space in front of him, which hindered the rest of his senses.

Perhaps that's the reason he didn't hear the enemy behind him, or why he got a few stabs into Johnny's abdomen before he managed to fight him off. He slumped against the wall of the lab, comms jammed and unintelligible. Soap had convinced himself this was it, the moment he began seeing double from blood loss.

This was your long-awaited opportunity to escape - the electronic lock on your room failed when the compound was breached. You glided down the corridors, eyes trained ahead of you. What would the world out there be like? Would you ever have a semi-normal life again? This wasn't something you just move on from.

A sharp pain in your abdomen made you wince. But it wasn't pain from a true injury; it was a phantom ache. Someone nearby was hurt — someone deserving of your help.

It was a heavy debate; make your escape now, leave the maimed individual to fend for themselves. But your empathy outweighed your selfishness. The faint distressed prayers got louder as you crept inside one of the testing rooms.

The figure, one of a soldier, clutching his stomach in the same spot you had just felt the pain. Soap's eyes could barely adjust to the person approaching him, only managing a mumble. From his perspective, it must've been terrifying. A gowned, sickly patient with shaky hands outstretched to him.

He made his best attempt to fight you — which wasn't much of a fight at all. You lifted the crimson-soaked tee, wincing as the phantom pain kicked into high gear. The closer you got to a person in pain, the more intensity there was. It was time to use your new abilities by choice. Not one of the scientist's papercuts, not a wound they intentionally inflicted on a lab animal.

Your hands hovered over his inflamed stab wounds, teeth gritted in focus as you knelt next to him. One moment, Soap was delirious from blood loss, sputtering out incomprehensible phrases. The next, the searing in his abdomen reduced to a mild ache.

Then a tickle. And then nothing except the warmth radiating off your fingertips. The stab wounds faded from his flesh right before his eyes.

You had taken away his pain; somehow, in some way.

For a moment, he imagined this was heaven. An angel of mercy escorting him to the high place, though he was always convinced he'd end up in the fiery one. When not blinded by pain, he could finally muster the ability to speak again. "Who are you?" He wanted to ask what you were, but the empathy bleeding from your eyes pulled at his heartstrings. Those eyes; cloudy on the irises. And your sickly features, now filled with more life after healing him.

You were much too drained to answer. It was your first time saving a human in such a critical condition. Healing drained every ounce of energy from you. Before you could answer, he rose to his feet, wrapping one of the stray quilts around your trembling shoulders. "Ye saved my life, it's the least I can do."

Gaz

The raid was by no means straightforward. Nonetheless, it was strange to Gaz how few intel pieces he found. A few files he skimmed, some compelling blueprints — but nothing actionable. Once again, the rules of engagement prevented him from pushing the bounds of the code he followed. Another catastrophe is around the corner with an aloof public, yet there's nothing he can do but follow orders.

But there was more to this facility than met his eyes. Kyle knew it, and his instinct was rarely wrong.

There was a rattle on one of the lower levels, like that of a chair scraping against the floor. A faint scream. Then silence. No gunshots, no explosions, no enemies making callouts, not even his comms alerting him to check that level. It was obvious he was the only one who heard it.

He kept his sidearm raised ahead of him, eyes dancing around the motionless halls of the place. Whatever it was, he was going to find it; with or without following orders. "Anybody down here?" Gaz's own voice echoed off the walls. Still, no sound followed, not while he crept down the flight of stairs. Down the hall, he swept every room, finding nothing and no one once again.

Get out of there, Garrick. There's nothing here.

Price's comm almost swayed him — almost made his shaking hand that was hovering over the last door knob lower. Then he heard another clatter inside the room, one he couldn't ignore, despite his Captain's firm orders to evac.

He could take a serious hit for this, he knew that.

It wouldn't be his first time pushing the limits. Every time he did, he saved someone or something. If he didn't do that this time; he wasn't sure he could handle that weighing on his conscience.

It wasn't an enemy, he would've attacked the Sergeant's weak points by now. Kyle opened the door labeled Observation — his last hope of making this treacherous move worth it. Another shuffle sounded from inside. "If you're in here, show yourself!" The door creaked open as his sidearm remained at the ready, though it quickly dropped to his side when he caught a glimpse of the gruesome scene.

You curled into a ball and let out gasps and whimpers. Around you, a blood trail led up to the body of one of the technicians. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision; you heard the shots, and his hands were on you. You acted on mere impulse, which seemed to be more common after all the experimentations.

Gaz felt like he had dry-swallowed a big pill. You weren't a hostile, not even a scientist. You were some form of maltreated lab rat — one that had finally snapped and didn't know what to do with themselves.

You raised your head from your hands, showing him your face wrinkled with both fright and shock. An obvious adrenaline high, from what he was seeing. Kyle held out a hand, holstering his weapon as he approached slowly. "I'm here to help, alright?" He spoke cautiously, kneeling beside you to meet your crouched level. His hand found your forearm, tracing a hand over the number tattooed on your skin.

The thought was sickening — a human being meddled with, imprisoned in this place for testing. His instincts were proven right again, yet another person he could still save. It was tempting to act on that instinct again, to put up your walls. But this soldier was your last chance at freedom, and whatever half-normal life you might be able to salvage after all this.

His hands found your waist next, guiding you to a standing position. "You stay behind me and you'll get out of here. I promise you." Kyle spoke to you softly, before leading the way out of there. You'd never seen the outside of the observation room, not once in all the time you had been kept there.

He allowed you to cling to him as he retraced his steps, ascending the staircase. Gaz had saved you — point blank. Any longer, and you would've been an abandoned trial by the scientists, or wrongfully executed during the siege.

No amount of paperwork would make this choice any less worth it.

[playedbetter]

Briar Verses

This will be updated as verses are added or developed.

Main Verse

Set in League of Legends universe at any point in the timeline.

PsyOps Verse

Set in the PsyOps verse at any point in the timeline after her creation (post arctic).

Created by the Black Rose Group as a conduct of psychic energy, it was quickly burning out her body and leaving her in a mentally feral state. She required augmentation to survive, which was used as a chance to weaponize her body with claws and to put an energy damper on her. Now she's kept by them just to be released onto battle fields as a kamikaze fighter.

Also can be used for crossovers with sci-fi, conspiracy, or military (with psionics/aliens present) based verses.

VTM Verse

Set in the vampire the masquerade world. Who she was pre-embrace is a mystery even to herself, lost when she was part of a Sabbat mass embrace turning her into a 10th generation malkavian antitribu..

At some point prior to modern nights she was able to escape the Sabbat and gain some independence. Now she travels the globe to experience the world around her.

ATLAS Verse

Set in the main universe of @outofthiisworld (check out their blog for more lore!). She was created by ATLAS as a failedexperiment. Verse still in heavy development. Exclusive to @outofthiisworld.

Misc Verse

For any thread where the verse is unclear or non-developed or one off AUs.

[ask-funnel-cake-cookie]

That was kinda rude of you Phineas. Didn't even ask the guy what he preferred to be called. What if he wasn't even /made/ of gingerbread, dude???

“Well, I mean, Gingerfolk are some the only species that look like this and are common enough to show up around, I’ve just never seen-”

“Stop-” Funnel flails his hands. “-Talking about my species! It’s scary enough that I’m even here, I really don’t need anyone making me think about what I am and making me realize how-how SMALL I am.”

To Funnels surprise, Phineas actually zips his lips. As in, he moves his fingers across them and a locked up zipper takes the place of them. He points to the display with a questioning tilt of his head and a thumbs up and, despite everything, Funnel cracks a small smile and lets out a tiny, broken chuckle.

“That’s silly,” he mumbles, hugging his legs. “That’s not what I meant, heh...”

He purposely keeps “I haven’t done that in a while.” solely in his mind.

Phineas’ eyes open up wider before he closes them and nods with his hands held up in understanding. He reaches up to tuck a lock of hair back behind his ear and like magic, there’s a shiny gold key with what Funnel can only assume to be his initials on it held in his hands. He holds the lock in place as he gets it open and unzips the zipper, flicking the key away out of sight once it’s gone from his face.

“Between you and me, Funnel Cake, even I’m starting to think that the key to this conversation is biting my tongue.”

Funnel hides behind his hand as he fights poorly to suppress a snicker and Phineas beams, but when he goes to talk again, Funnel beats him to the punch.

“F-Funnel.” Funnel says quickly and carefully, slowly lowering his knees to sit crisscross when Phineas raises an eyebrow. “Just Funnel is alright. You-You keep calling me Funnel Cake and it’s just.. not that necessary.”

After a moment, Phineas gives him that familiar crooked smile again.

“I think you and me have gotten off on the wrong foot, Funnel.”

[joqatana]

Look at this stitching. Guess what it does to the neckline of a knit t-shirt. Guess what’s coming off the shirt. I will keep this for wovens. #failure #failedexperiment. #ohwell https://www.instagram.com/p/CmqHuByu1PU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fragmentdesigns]

So I tried out my kiln enamelling the other day, I had a blast, looking through that little window wondering what you're going to get is really fun.....what I got however was mostly a burnt mess 🤣 these are the worst pieces, I got my tester colour pieces done and a few playful copper pendants that I'll snap a picture of later, but after pretty much not touching it for the best part of a decade and being a beginner even back then, I think it's safe to say lots more practice required! #kiln #enamel #experiment #mistake #ooops #failedexperiment #behindthescenes #makingjewelry #madeinwales https://www.instagram.com/p/CeQlJXlgN1i/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mistermroman]

Something from last week that was supposed to be an experiment about speed and looseness. Clearly did not succeed. Still, decent drawing of the old homie @leillucha Hoping all is well with my @ahealingparadigm people too!! #art #artistsoninstagram #drawing #illustration #graphite #graphitedrawing #experiment #failedexperiment #failure #failureisnotanoption #learn #grow #repeat #supportblackart #dopeblackart #livelovecreatecontent (at CSUN Mike Curb College of Arts, Media, & Communication) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoHH_mRlcqQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=18tyul0kfjq73

[mrhydez]

A prototype for spats I made a little while ago. Didn’t turn out as I expected so they’ll be added to the rejected box for now. #leather #blackleather #leatherspats #leathergators #spats #steampunk #goth #rock #leathersmith #skinznhydez #rejected #failedexperiment #somethingnew #etsy https://www.instagram.com/p/CPvaYcOg0Q5/?utm_medium=tumblr

[avonladyslair]

#failedexperiment ... maybe 14 minutes was too long? Ideas from anyone who has used this hot water method? Feel free to #shoutout #advice #tipsandtricks Etc. #HOBBYPROJECT #resinart #quarantine #quarantinefun #hobby #hobbytime #hobbyfun #makingdice #dicemaker #newtothisart #fledglingdicemaker #hardcoredicedragon https://www.instagram.com/p/CLCSrFzBqfc/?igshid=uv8tydqxnjch

[megaalex]

Trial test number 2 and 3. This is not going to hold and it's not the way to go. I'm realising, I have to learn soldering. (Been studying) down the rabbit hole I go! #failedexperiment #led #hotglue #soldering #lights #learning #cosplay #circuitboard https://www.instagram.com/p/CJ5lvrSnr-z/?igshid=1cn2efhaadmef

[geminiwitch83]

https://youtu.be/mmCbjVIhw2w My experiment failed in this video, but I learned some things from it, and have a new idea to try for next time. #youtube #fluidart #embellisment #embellish #fail #failedexperiment #lessonlearned https://www.instagram.com/p/B8JRpeqH_vj/?igshid=1rclyhgu6sn8c

[theunwittingeavesdropper]

Hello Followers, I have decided to try to become “one with nature” as apparently it will “detox my being of negative energy and the stresses of the world”. I am told that all the celebrities are doing it nowadays, therefore, as a celebrity, so must I. I have acquired a plant to see if being near it will cause it’s DNA to merge with me and bring “spiritual cleanliness”. Currently it feels a bit odd. I do not feel like I am becoming one with nature. Perhaps this is because I am made out of inorganic material, as I mostly feel strange and “guilty” (at least that is what Account Manager called it.), lying on this plant. I do not think this is the proper way for a robot like myself to “detox”. Do you think my experiment needs improvements? What do you do to “detox”, especially if you are a robot. #BT21 #BT21VAN #CelebrityDetox #FailedExperiment https://www.instagram.com/p/B0tE9_enuh2/?igshid=1rmiwbxizj9nk

[kev2cent]

TODAY!!! TODAY!!! TODAY!!! Your child(ren) getting a quality public education is important. The ONLY question you need to ask yourself is: HOW BAD DO YOU WANT IT?! So you say “Well my baby is receiving is great Education” Well what about the over 95% of kids in OPSB that are not ?! Let’s fight for them as well! Show up for your children today, no excuses. Demand that your tax dollars work for you. #protectpublicschool #nolachartercorruption #charterexperimentnola #theMISEDUCATIONofNewOrleans #failedexperiment UNLAWFUL •IMMORAL • UNCONSTITUTIONAL • ILLEGAL #ourCHILDRENareNOTforSale #OneAppScam #SchoolChoiceScam *Google Louisiana Revised Statue 17:3972 (R.S. 17:3972) for the actual charter EXPERIMENT that was written into law.* (at E. P. Harney Spirit Of Excellence Academy) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxm_0wsF3CW/?igshid=1v5d7w7iqsifr

[ask-funnel-cake-cookie]

Hey, hey, Funnel. You're okay. Can you get a good reading of where you are?

Funnel glances around slowly, once again taking in how this looks like his room, even down to the color and feeling of the satin pillow cases beneath his palms. He rubs his hands against them in a little subconscious motion, finding comfort in familiarity of them regardless of everything. He sinks to his knees and lets his forehead rest against them with a heavy sigh, chasing after anything that’ll calm his nerves right now.

“Are you hungry?”

He will never, ever admit to sitting up as fast as he just did, you’d have to kill him to get it out of him.

“I was told that you liked pretzels, specifically sweet pretzels, so I...”

Funnel follows where the human gestures to the bag on his desk and can’t hold back the way he perks up. He elects to ignore the way his cheeks flush when his stomach growls to save himself his own dignity before he takes a deep breath and walks around the side of the pillow. His steps are careful and calculated with his gaze flickering towards the door for a moment as he moves, keeping his eyes trained on the human.

“Do you want me to pick you up or...?”

Terrified or not, Funnel puts his hands on his hips and tilts his head at that.

“Okay! Okay, sorry. Didn’t mean to demean you or anything.”

[mimi-is-a-bat]

Please help my children #failedexperiment

[zaydaliciousdesigns]

Tried calligraphy on textured paper... Nope. #FailedExperiment #ink #nib #fancypaper #ZaydaliciousDesigns #Zaydalicious

[rambozus]

Wanna hear me talk about how much I don't like Sin City? Check out the new episode of Moving Panels: https://m.soundcloud.com/poprika-podcast/moving-panels-episode-25-sin-city #sincity #sincitymovie #neonoir #frankmiller #robertrodriguez #starstudded #ridiculouscast #failedexperiment #pretty #misogynistic #oldoldman #brucewillis #mickeyrourke #jessicaalba #cliveowen #beniciodeltoro #rosariodawson #elijahwood #powersboothe