𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝘽𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝘽𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧
Several months, several long ass months and nothing has been heard let alone sent by this man. He is worried and rightfully so, he caught on to what their 'Leader' was doing in his spare time in the labs one night. It wasn't unlike him to wander the halls, that he knew very well, he had caught him on one of his strolls on a particularly late night. He wasn't feeling well enough to sleep with his fellow army men that night in the cold barracks. Nausea and aggression seemed to follow him after sharing a cigarette and a word with the man who was his boss.
Ever since the interrogation attempt, Patryck's location seemed to become ever more random within the confined walls of the Red Base. It was laughable how someone like him could get lost in a tight junction of corridors and rooms with similar labels even when being there for years. Just thinking about how he was fooled for such a long while by his clones seemed to make him more irate; his fist was trembling again, a commonality he is starting to acknowledge more with his other more unstable form. Paul could feel the numbing feeling of his shaking muscles from a transformation pushing at the hems of his skin. He would grasp his palm and pull it close to himself.
These bursts were becoming too frequent to manage and date properly, sooner or later Tord would start probing him too like how he did with his 'friends' of the past. He couldn't afford that, especially with Patryck having gone missing seemingly overnight, he needed so much more time to find him.
Not to mention, that damned clue, his eye. Patryck's eye. The thought left a nasty feeling in his gut as he grasped at his head with his tremorous hand and rubbed the temples. He'd wince, horns, pushing the skin with malice, though they were still forming so he had some time before the headache progressed further.
Sparing a final glance down and smoking his last cig of the night he would glare, the photo of his partner and closest comrade waving at the camera source with some dog filters over his head and some funny text that teased him playfully smiling back at him. His glare would soften before glancing up at the sole standing poster of Tord in his room and he'd glare again.
"I will find him and save him you cunt, just you watch me...", Paul swore before absconding from his room and to an unused testing room in the lower bowels of the building. Tonight would be a bitter and painful night.
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" even if the test is negative again, trying has always been the fun part." a grin showing up on jesse's face. " your pacing is making me dizzy. please sit down."
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Your ARMS are in your MAGIC CHEST, pooplord!
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