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I have a toyhouse now, so that means that Bugs Buggins now has an official page. Subject to change later as I may add more things, but there, have a bio about a weird little space slug :3
Are you going to finish Fractals, or are you going to finish it next year?
I plan to finish Fractals for sure! But for when? I'm not so sure. My drive to write has completely died plus I'm not allowed to sit in my room like a goblin all day and write like I used to :3
See, I'm crashing at a friend's place and have been since late July. I think after the Holidays I'll make a personal goal to write two chapters of something each month.
I apologize for leaving people hanging but writing has been far from my mind for a bit now. I do promise that I haven't forgotten at all about my fanfics!
You can keep up with my life here over on cohost, since twitter is awful currently lol and i hop on tumblr rarely these days.
Trigger warning for: Medical procedures, memory loss, medical abuse, needles, the SPARTAN program is fucked up.
Prompt: Adverse Effects
Summary: Little MIKE watched his sisters go to the doctor and come back different. Now it's his turn, and he fears he may not be the same when he comes back.
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MIKE slowly and nervously trudged to the infirmary, dread pooling in the pit of his stomach. He had an inkling of what awaited him when he got there. He didn't know any details, just the context clues he could get when his sisters returned. One by one, his sisters had gone into the infirmary and vanished for a few days. When they came back, they were...different.
Different on both the outside and the inside, but there was enough of what made him love him there that he knew they were his beloved sisters. But the changes they endured were rough, and some just...never returned.
He had known this when Indy had painfully limped out of the darkness, a full foot taller than before, before collapsing on her bunk. She had been the first of them all to get ‘the treatment’ and when Winter was giving her orders to come the next day, they all knew it was only a matter of time before they all received it. They had all huddled together, doing their best to steel each other for what was about to come, but ultimately helpless to do anything about it.
It hurt seeing his sisters in pain. The muscle had grown past what skin could realistically hold, so the skin had burst and was subsequently bandaged. Suddenly they were accidentally breaking things with a newfound strength that they couldn’t understand. Migraines originated behind the back of their heads, where a thick wad of bandages hid a new implant to keep stronger fingers from picking at the wounds. Something was wrong, unnatural, but he lacked the age and wisdom required to understand how so.
He resolved to continue to love his sisters, attempting to hug the pain away when it became particularly bad. But it wasn't enough.
25 sisters had become 20. Then that became 17. He had no idea where the others went, but there was scarcely time to process what was happening before he too got his orders.
Mike had nowhere to run and hide, nor would he have tried to. Especially since he was fetched along with orderlies, big men with guns that had strictly told him to behave, or else. The lead doctor did her best to soothe him with the promise that nothing bad will happen. It will just be a little check-up, nothing serious to worry about.
But MIKE knew better. He might have been small, but he was smart. His constant testing proved it, stacks and stacks of scantrons and boxes of little hand-made machines evident to his potential. He knew a lie when he heard one, and he could tell that the doctor was lying to both him and herself. Whatever it was, it was frightening to know that even a doctor wouldn't truly know what was going to happen.
The doctor had smiled, an act which set the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, and told him that he would be even smarter. Stronger. Braver. He would just need to cooperate and stay quiet and do what he was told. His entire life was just doing what he was told, he didn’t know any different, besides the brief flashes of warm hugs and smiling faces from a past he could barely remember. Maybe there was a time before when he didn’t have to do so, but when he saw the guard on the right flick the safety of a tranq gun, he knew those days were long gone.
He did what he was told, letting the doctors strip him down and buckle him to a table. It was cold, and a bright light blinded him. It was enough to distract him momentarily from the needles, that poked his skin and injected something that felt like acid into his veins. His world dissolved into agony as bones broke and reformed, muscle grew and skin split, regrowing only to be split again. His heart beat so fast he couldn't tell where one started and another began. Somewhere in the delirium of pain, he was convinced he was melting. He would be nothing but a puddle dripping through the small cuffs that held his ankles and wrists, doomed to never-ending pain as his nerves burned away and built themselves back again. A cycle of agony that ramped up so much that he finally, blissfully, passed out.
When he awoke, he knew that something was wrong.
The world was sharp, too sharp. The colors were bright and vivid, enough that he had to close his eyes a few times because they burned. It felt like someone had carved a part of his head out, and replaced it with something large and numb. He could feel the edges of something where the parts of him that remained cried out for the pieces that were missing. But…what was missing? Something was wrong, but he couldn’t understand what exactly it was.
“B106?” A stranger had spoken, and it took ??? a full second to pinpoint where it was coming from. Who was B106?
A hand tapped his face, and his eyes focused on the doctor in front of him. He balked, surprised by the sudden appearance of someone in front of him. The doctor, he was sure he knew who she was, but the name escaped him. She held a light in her hand, shining into parts of his eyes, and drove a spike of pain up into his head.
“Who…?” ??? Swallowed a few times, his throat was dry and ached. He must have been asleep for a long time. “Who is B106?”
“You, you are B106.” The doctor now sounded somewhat nervous. He was glad they weren’t mad at him for forgetting who he was for a second. He wouldn’t have wanted to go to detention when he already felt so horrible. “Can you tell me what 5x8÷2 is?”
B106 blinked and tried to recall what was being asked of him. A minute of silence passed as he pondered, before completely forgetting the question. “What?” He finally asked, thoroughly confused. Dimly, a part of him shouted that it would have known the answer in but a bare second, before that part was smothered under another wave of numbness. Soon, he forgot about that too.
The doctor’s brows knitted together as she looked to the side, swearing in a way that before, B106 wouldn’t have been able to hear it. But for some reason, he did, clear as if she was saying it directly to his face. Loud and sharp, like the visuals around him.
“I…” She looked B106 in the eyes and he could see into hers. There were flashes of annoyance, regret, and...something else he couldn’t quite place. It was sort of the way his sisters looked at him sometimes, eyes soft with worry, but was quickly buried under cold indifference. He paused at the thought. He had sisters, the knowledge of that so ingrained he didn’t think he could forget that, but...how many were there again?
The doctor turned away to look at someone else, something he didn’t quite notice again, so focused was he on the doctor in front of him. “The implant and latest serum seem to have some...adverse effects. At least this one didn’t die. The rest with these symptoms scarcely lasted a few hours. How are his vitals?”
“Stable,” Came the reply. “Still healthy, at least physically. We don’t need smart soldiers anyway-”
“You’re wrong, idiots are a field hazard.” She interrupted them. B106 shrunk down in on himself like he always did when he was being spoken about, but this time he had to work extra hard to do so. He seemed to have gotten a lot bigger since his nap. “We’ll monitor this, and see if anything can be done to improve it. If anything, another medical breakthrough for the civilian sector will ease the fact we lost eight of our subjects."
She turned to look at him, and B106 shivered. “Take him back with the others, we will deal with this later. Maybe we will get lucky and this will only be temporary.”
The other doctor nodded and gestured to some orderlies, who hooked B106 under the arms and hauled him to his feet. At first, he was boggled by the fact he was now chest height to these men, when before he scarcely could see above their waists. He had no chance to sort his feelings out before the sudden movement caused a spike of pain to render him breathless. He couldn’t breathe or fight back as he was dragged away from the infirmary, the doctor from before refusing to look at him as the door closed behind him.
The halls and lights seemed to blur together, and he lost track of how much time had passed between one blink and the next. He had closed his eyes for a moment and everything become weightless. When he was aware again, he had been put into his bunk, feeling heavy and tired.
“Mike?” A voice was talking to him, and he turned his head to see a big girl with red hair. She was holding his hand and surrounded by other big girls of all sizes and colors, all looking at him with round, wet eyes.
“Hello,” He automatically said. “Who is Mike, and who are you?”
The only response he got was tears, and he couldn’t help but feel he did something wrong.
For this years whumptober, are we going to be seeing more of Caboose’s older sisters scaring everybody? I find it both funny and adorable how protective they all are of him!
Oh lawd here is something to make up for lack of updates on things, been busy :3 But have a gay dance party playlist that Donut probably tortures everyone with .;3
I love that the death animations seem random each time like sometimes the imposter’s chest opens up n eats u and sometimes they just snap your neck. sometimes its a knife or a gun. like imagine if the xenomorph in alien was sneaking around and eating ppl but he also had a glock. that would be sick as fuck i think
that’s also interesting bc it implies some imposters are like monster creatures and some are just nasty people. you arrive to your sabotage job with your glock in hand and your coworker is like “yeah can’t wait to eat these guys” and you just have to be like “👀 damn for real? me, uh. me too, man.”
I forget who said it on here but I really like the idea that RvB: Zero is just Jax trying to direct a movie franchise and somehow blackmailed/bribed some of the recurring cast to star in it. We are seeing the results as they happen in real time, good or bad.
Regardless, being able to point a camera doesn't mean you can direct a movie, lol.
