#lab experiment

[yourlocalmissingtexture]

Unhinged “trust me, I’m a doctor” scientist & their partner whom they perform questionable experiments on is my favorite dynamic

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hi there!ever since I saw you when I first installed tumblr it just keeps getting better. I was wondering if you can write something about a hero being the sucess of a lab and the villain being a failure(Bonus if the lab is actually evil) Don't feel pressured to do this though😗

"Do you know why I'm considered the success, instead of the failure like you?" the hero asked.

The villain sneered at them. They yanked and thrashed and struggled against the shimmering containment that wrapped around them, warping like a net from the hero's outstretched fingers, forcing them down against the cold concrete.

"Because you're a good, obedient little hero?"

The hero couldn't keep the damn trap up forever!

"Yes."

The simple response, the tone, startled the villain enough that they went temporarily still. Maybe that was the ploy. They stared at the hero through the hazy sheen of their powers, mockery draining from their face, panting for breath.

The hero had many things that the villain didn't: a body that wasn't screwed up, powers that weren't prone to out-of-control devastation, a generally sweet and more palatable disposition when it came to public relations.

And, of course, they did what they were told. The villain had never properly thought about that.

"It was their most important addition, after you...you know," the hero said, studying them. "The ability to control their experiments. To make sure that nothing like you would happen again."

A bad taste slowly flooded the villain's mouth. They shook their head.

The hero stepped forward, crouching down in front of the villain, on the other side of the containment wall. Up close, the villain got a good look at the vein snaking up the hero's wrist. The blood was just slightly the wrong colour; it made them look gorgeously healthy, radiant, compared to the sickly pallor the villain couldn't quite shake.

"If I stop taking the serum for my powers, I die," the hero said, keeping their voice light. "Quite horribly. But while the serum is in my system, I'm not in control. Not really. Everything I do is monitored. If I stray too far out..." The hero grimaced.

"Why are you telling me this?" the villain whispered.

"Because I can't do anything about it. I can't do anything about them. I signed up to do something good, to make the world better, and I..." The hero squeezed their eyes shut. "Well. I'm going to try and drag you back to them, aren't I? I'm going to hand you over to the people who hurt you, and then I'm going to make a speech telling everyone what a terrible, awful monster you are as if they don't deserve everything you give them. I'll smile while I'm doing it too."

The villain swallowed. They strained to press a hand up against the wall, but it only forced them back down against the ground harder. The villain's breath knocked out of them.

The hero winced. "Sorry."

"Isn't it better to be dead?"

"You didn't think so when you ran."

No. Maybe that had been an unfair question to ask. Still, the fury and the helplessness of it seared through the villain because ShieldCorp - they were going to get away with it. All of the others were dead! Even if they managed to expose what was really happening, ShieldCorp had the hero.

"I wanted to do something good too," the villain said, hollow. "It's not your fault they took advantage of that."

The hero shrugged. Their hand stayed perfectly steady.

"Are they listening to us now?"

"Probably."

"They'll be angry with you."

"Maybe. Maybe not. Me telling you this doesn't change anything, does it?"

"I thought you were like them. I hated you. It changes that."

The hero smiled, or something like it. It was too fragile, too wobbly, too shattered a thing compared to the beautiful thing they tossed out to the masses at every public appearance.

"I want to destroy them," the hero said. "But, when I let this force field drop so I can take you in properly, I'm going to need your help to do that. How are your powers feeling today?"

"Like I'm going to burn down the world."

The hero nodded, just once, and rose again. Silhouetted against the skyline, they looked unstoppable.

"Excellent," the hero said. "On the count of three, start with me."

The villain was ready when the containment dropped.

ShieldCorp was not.

[ruinemade]

Agnus dei

[huntthemouse]

Lab Rat Mickey

100/365 #hunt the mouse

The big 1-00! This dude was one of the first ones I had thought up for this project, with the idea being that he's being experimented on to create hundreds of new variants based off his DNA and powers. Hence the cameos from the rest of the Mickeys.

I am making 365 new versions of Mickey Mouse for the public domain and releasing them under public domain all year long.

You can join the initiative to #hunt the mouse or suggest a theme yourself via my ask box.

[koinotame]

For the event! Could I send the Lab Experiment a box of treats? Like, one of those with cookies and candies and all sorts of stuff. I wanna let them know that all the coddling and gentle treatment towards them is something I do because I enjoy it. <3

when i saw this request i was like ( •̀ᄇ• ́)ﻭ✧ i'm gonna write something super sweet for them. ehem. this did not happen, but i did try to keep the spirit of the request in mind so i hope you enjoy anyway <3 cw for semi-graphically described crying and a... not quite panic attack

your face twists when they start crying.

the box of treats in your hands remains outstretched, their shaking too wild for them to be able to accept the gift without dropping and spilling its contents all over the floor.

they’re know they’re an ugly crier. snot drips down their nose, their eyes are wet and sting, their face is sticky and hot, and their chest hurts and wracks with each sob. the uncertain grimace on your face makes them wail even louder.

a couple maids passing by look at the two of you in alarm and scurry away quickly.

uncomfortably aware of this, they crouch down and try to cover their face. "I’m never going to—" a sharp inhale while they nearly choke on saliva, "I’m sorry."

they feel you crouch down beside them, not too close in an attempt to avoid agitating them even further, but close enough they can sense your presence even without being able to see you.

"hey, it’s okay." your soft tone doesn’t match your earlier facial expression, but they refuse to look up to check. another sob wrecks through their body. "what’s wrong? do you not like sweets? there’s some cookies in here too, if you prefer those."

they shake their head furiously, still refusing to even glance at you. when they speak, their voice comes out so small and shaky even they can’t tell what they meant to say.

some shuffling follows. tentatively, you reach out your hand. their whole body flinches when you make contact with your pinky, but they don’t resist when you cup your hand over theirs and inch a bit closer.

a small pause passes before you hesitantly open your mouth again, your fingers tightening their grip on their own hand but not moving otherwise. "don’t apologise, okay?"

the shaking gets worse.

terrible. they feel terrible.

you’ve given them a gift—something they could never deserve, especially not one so heartfelt from you—and this is how they thank you. they’re already disgusting and sickening enough, for you to be forced to see them like this because you tried to be kind… you deserve better. you must think they’re so repulsive. you must think this is a waste of time.

this must be making you hate them even more than you already do.

maybe this is where you decide you’ve had enough. maybe you’ll finally stop pretending to care about them now. of course you would. it must be nauseating looking at them like this.

when you speak up, your voice still sounds much too soft. they don’t know how much time has passed, for how long you’ve been just watching them be this revolting. "you don’t have to accept the treats if you don’t like them. I want to give you something you like."

you’re so kind. that’s all they can think about. they don’t deserve it at all.

there’s another small pause, like you’re mulling something over.

the tin rings when it’s set on the floor gently. it’s only then they notice your hand has disappeared from on top of theirs. a flash of panic hits their chest, as if they haven’t been ready for you to turn around and leave at any moment the entire time now.

"can you look up at me?"

you still sound way, way too kind. it’s not like they could ever say no to you. it takes them a moment, and they end up scrunching their eyes closed, but they manage to lift their head up.

"thank you."

a whine leaves their throat, but they refuse to open their eyes. even when you’re thanking them even when they’re misbehaving like this, they can’t stomach the disappointed look that has to be plastered all over your face.

immediately, a soft, warm cloth makes contact with their face.

it takes another couple of seconds for them to realise you’re wiping away their tears and snot. they make some sort of pitiful noise. you continue, undeterred, until their whole face is more or less dry. everything feels hot, especially when your other hand comes up to cup their face.

"there. isn’t that better?"

your voice is much too close. they can feel your breath hitting their face. the quivering gets worse. they didn’t realise you’d come that close to them.

but it does feel better, and they realise then they’ve mostly stopped crying.

your thumb gently brushes over their cheek and they whine pathetically again.

"I’m sorry."

the cover of the treat box they’d forgotten is removed rather noisily, then set aside on the stone floor. something soft makes a sound as it’s dropped into the tin. the hand cupping their cheek doesn’t leave, and they can’t help leaning into it a bit more.

in response, you give an approving hum and press further into them.

"shh, it’s okay. do you want some chocolate?"

they sniffle.

"there’s some hard candy, too. or some cookies, if you’d prefer those. or if you really don’t like any of these, I can get you something el—"

"I don’t deserve any of this." they cut in before they can think twice about it.

regret immediately seeps into their bones. now they’ve done it. you somehow weren’t angry before, but you must be now. you’re really going to abandon them this time. you—

but you don’t seem fazed.

"okay." they flinch. "but I want to feed you, so you’re going to have to choose something."

that makes open their eyes abruptly. it’s bright in the hallway and the light makes the biting at their ears and forehead worse, and it takes them a few seconds for their eyes to be able to find and focus on you.

you’re smiling.

patiently and sweetly, you’re smiling at them.

before they can ask, the hand cupping their cheek moves up and stats petting their hair. "it’s 'cause you’re my favourite. that means I like you, and I like taking care of you, and I think you’re worth all the effort in the world. and I don’t like it when you talk like that about someone I care so much about."

despite everything, they can’t find it in themselves to disagree.

"so," you smile wider, pushing their head a bit closer and holding a chocolate treat up to their lips with your free hand, "which do you want? this is your last chance to back out if you really don’t like chocolate."

[maxtothemax]

i'm thinking about the trope in mad science plots where the human/humanoid experiments ALWAYS die at the end. the people with powers, the unnatural hybrids—they always turn to violence, self destruct, or are otherwise killed. the story ends up being a cautionary tale about the hubris of man, and the takeaway is that these creatures/abominations/people don't deserve to live. there's not a place for them in this world, even the ones who aren't evil.

and my question is always: what if they did live? what if we rejected the common tendency to end the story with a return to the status quo, and instead explored what it would mean for these beings to exist in the world? or, not even explore it, but just accept that they're just as deserving of life as the fully human characters? i'm here for the clones, the creatures, the mutants, the monsters. i think they deserve a chance, too.

[satuwn]

my lab rat story ocs, Dr. Kitty Whisker and Dr. Brainworms!

[xenothecoolest]

Favoritism

Aikio and Jasmine met once in the lab’s hallway..

Aikio was dazed by seeing someone just like her for the first time.. whilst Jasmine was seething when she saw that the alien girl was being treated so much better than her.

[I’m so normal about them]

[vinziel]

What Happened To You Bruce/Spruce x Lab Experiment!Male Reader

Part 1

Part 2

"What happened to you?" Bruce, the troll who saved you asked, a question that lingered inside your mind, a question you asked yourself everyday, what DID happen to you? You don't quite remember much from your past as the chemicals probably altered your brain chemistry "You were screaming in the middle of the night asleep, good thing I found you, I tried to wake you up but no matter what I did you couldn't wake up" Bruce continued, worried "W-well it's from....chemicals injected in me, they make me experience nightmares and they make those dreams vivid and life-like, it's like I'm actually experiencing the pain, the chemicals didn't allow me to wake up as well" You say, Bruce looked even more worried and concerned, giving you an empathetic look, as he touched your shoulders

"Hey, I want you to know I'll be here to help you alright? You can stay here for as long as you want, no rush, I'll provide you with food and some new clothes too" Bruce assured you, he gave you a soft smile, which honestly melted some of your heart, you didn't know why this random man was helping you "Why...are you helping me? You don't even know who I am, where I come from or even my name" You questioned "I always want to help, I just saw how much you were screaming and crying in your sleep in the woods, especially with marks on your neck" He answers softly

"So what's your name? You never actually told me" Bruce asks, frying up some eggs "Well I don't know my name, but I know what I'm referred to as, Experiment #252" You answer, Bruce then says "Well do you have any names in mind you'd like for me to call you?" Bruce questions, you thought for a second before finally saying "Y/N, I like that name, could you call me that?" Bruce smiles and responds "Sure, it's a good name. Welcome Y/N" You smile, and nod. It's been about a few months since you've lived with Bruce, the nightmares have gradually toned down, the effects must be wearing off, you decided to help Bruce with his restaurant to repay him for his kind actions.

Though he told you it's fine, you still decided to help, overtime you've grown feelings for the purple troll, his nice attitude, charming personality, good looks, were all very attractive to you. One day you decided to shoot your shot and confess, you called him to your room and confessed everything, nervous as heck, after spilling your heart out you nervously waited for his response, he smiled and said "Well I have gotten attracted to you, honestly you're pretty handsome yourself Y/N" he cups your cheeks and gives you a kiss on the lips and that makes you blush a dark red.

"So Y/N, would you like to be my boyfriend?" Bruce asks, you then scream "Yes!" Hugging him tight, he hugs you back, and your excited to spend the rest of your life with him, happy, and you've also gotten therapy. Ah yes, your life is finally turning around, you've become happy, with your new boyfriend. After a few years you both got married, and eventually had children, your life was now even more complete, with your kids and newly found husband. The End

[montaguethelorekeeper]

Concept:

A story where the protagonist finds out they were created in a lab that produces super humans. They go through the whole story, fighting with and against their super powered siblings, thinking they have secret powers just waiting to awaken the entire time. Or that their powers were something designed to be subtle to avoid enemy detection.

One day they finally read their file and discover the whole time they were in the control group.

[orianightshade]

Not me being totally wired to write a What If Masterminds fanfiction because I've had a burning curiosity on what would have happened if the kids were caught. Like, would they force them to take the pills or is there a different method. Seriously, couldn't one have been caught?? Or what if someone actually gave into their criminal DNA. Why 11 Osiris projects? Why not 12 to make even?

So . . . yeah. Guess it's fanfiction time.

[cinalilli]

[PORTRAIT] 099

updating all my toyhouse stuff has me nostalgic for older ocs :] take an 099 (they/them)

[chiakinanami82]

Bennett from Hello Charlotte

I love him so much. He’s so precious.

[huntthemouse]

Devil Mickey (E08)

009/365 #hunt the mouse

an escaped experiment that took on mutations that resembled a demon

I am making 365 new versions of Mickey Mouse for the public domain and releasing them under public domain all year long.

You can join the initiative to #hunt the mouse or suggest a theme yourself via my ask box.

[wowieeitsisa]

Underrated ocs of mine tbh (Lucca belongs to a friend)

[deadedaccount]

Made two lab experiment playlists, one is more “serious”/industrial and the other is more goofy 80’s sciencey one.