#implied human experimentation

[genlosscharliie]

man i love writing

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"Right through here,"

Hetch followed the Founder through the white metal doors, subconciously listening for the click of them sliding shut. Once it sounded, he relaxed ever-so-slightly as he turned his eyes to his boss.

Silently, the Founder gestured to the other side of the room ― it was nothing Hetch hadn't seen before, they kept the not-yet-stabilised subjects in there. As far as he could tell, there were no new ones-.

Who was that?

Before Hetch could voice his question, the Founder started walking towards the bed that the newest subject was laid on (Those were a lot more wires than they usually connected to them, how much did they already do to that subject? Why would it need so much support?).

"Magnificent, isn't it? The technology we have were is a mircale," the Founder exclaimed, clapping their hands together enthusiastically as the two of them stood at the subject's bedside.

The subject looked familiar.

...

Charlie?

"Uh–, sir?" Hetch droned, mind drawing a blank. There was no way, right? They wouldn't go against their word and actually bring his little brother here, would they?

Hetch was glad for the mask covering his face, otherwise the Founder would be able to see the shaken expression Hetch bore.

"Hm? Yes, Hetch?" the Founder prompted, breaking Hetch out of his thoughts.

Hetch schooled his voice into something unusually even, calm. He knew not to show fear in front of threats. He wasn't stupid.

"What is the subject's name?" he asked.

"Slimecicle," and Hetch could hear the smile in the Founder's voice, "I thought this one would be a bit familiar to you."

The Founder took a step back, spinning on their heel.

"Well, that's my cue to leave. Goodbye, Hetch," they said, Hetch heard the small "Good luck," they muttered as they headed out.

The metal doors clicked shut once more, and Hetch brought a shaking hand up to the unconcious subject's face―tilting it slightly to face him. It was Charlie, there was no doubt in his mind.

Oh God, what had he done?