I like butterflies, ya got any Yandere Alien Butterfly scenario for me? Or everyone? Cause I'm sure we'd like a nice Yandere Alien Butterfly~ 🦋
“P-Please! Please you have to-Ahh!” You sob, wincing and jerking as more of their invasive fingers inspect your body. It wasn’t a sob of pain either, oh anything but. You’ve been handed over for these insect aliens to inspect as a sort of treaty and well, they’re being /very/ thorough with you.
Their wings flutter here and there as they murmur and whisper to one another, you assume to speak about notes and what they’ve learned but you can’t help but notice the clipboards and tablets have been set aside for over an hour now, and they simply haven’t bothered to test anything more than your limits on pleasure.
Weren’t you supposed to be tested on with other items too? Wasn’t this more or less a death sentence from your oh so cowardly government?
“They react nicely when you press right here-” The one on the left states a bit louder, something you can actually comprehend, but you’re focus is cut off as they demonstrate what they mean-curling their fingers inside you just right and making your body pulse with pleasure once again, your eyes watering as they begin to more or less abuse that spot and make your muscles tense and shake.
You can’t even catch your breath as the one on the right nods their head, but moves to grab something off of the table beside them. “Yes but do you think their anatomy could handle someone of our size? I think this mating tool is about as large as one of us, shall we try it?”
Oh god you can’t even bring yourself to look up. You try to catch your breath while you can, laying back on the cold table bringing you back to your senses even if just slightly. You aren’t sure you want to know just how big that toy could be, your mind would simply break.
“Oh not to worry! They’re quite resilient creatures! But we do have to be careful, I like this one” one says, amused as they grab the item and flick the switch. “We have to be slow, humans can handle sizes better when relaxed and sedated. Our little specimen here should be able to take at least half before we run into any issues”.
Your walls flutter and pulse once again, and you hate your body for being so eager to start after finally catching your breath. It’s as if your instincts are trying to tell you to just lay back and give in, and really, you can’t fight that urge much longer. That buzzing sound only makes your legs want to squeeze together tighter, but not out of fear this time.
Oh you’re slowly becoming a mindless toy yourself aren’t you?
When the head of that large toy enters you, your breath catches and it can’t be helped when you arch up and brokenly cry, that stretch seemingly both painful and blissful. That vibration was only making your fingers and toes curl as the two aliens watched with rapt attention, slowly pressing the toy in deeper and deeper, listening to your feeble noises and adorable moans almost nonchalantly.
If it wasn’t for the heady scent in the air and the fact you could see their own members sliding out in arousal, you’d think they were genuinely bored with experimenting with you. You catch a glimpse between weak twists of your body, and those dangerous eyes hold something more primal than they did when you first entered the room.
They were doing this for more than just research, that’s for sure. You’re at their mercy until they get bored, if they even do.
“Go ahead. Climax. We know you have more in you, we’ve studied your vitals and liquids, you aren’t dehydrated yet” the one on the right bites out, eager and needy as he leans forward to turn the toys vibrations up. “You look so good like this, human. Stuffed and needy, begging to be bred and made into the perfect mate. You must feel so neglected if you’re this sensitive to what we use”
You can only manage a whimper, eyes rolling back as your breath catches and that thick, pulsing toy hammers inside of you. It’s no use in fighting it, you couldn’t fight the multiple other attempts either. You cave, body lurching and head lolling back as you cry out and loudly gasp for air, feeling your hole clenching down and trying to make sure that large toy doesn’t leave, milking it for all its worth as you rock your hips to ride out the fifth intense orgasm of the day.
The two butterflies coo and croon in your ear, you think they’re praising you even but everythings so blurry and sounds like it's underwater, you can’t make any of it out.
“Good job human, such a good job. That’s it, deep breaths…When your breathing is back to a stable condition let’s see if we can’t fit in the rest of the device. I’m sure you won’t disappoint us”.
(-Mommabean, hiya! Sorry for any typos! Anyway I hope you enjoyed, feel free to tell me what you thought!)
Someone Else's Sim in My Style (Sort of)
Saheen from @wolkentage's The Infected
Must I tread with care in matters of life and death...
I wanted to do Saheen and Finn for the 'create someone else's Sim in your style', but I couldn't do it. So I instead asked @wolkentage if I could just use the tray files and make some screenshots with them instead. And she said yes!
So of course we have one of my fave characters, Saheen, 'tending to' a vict- er-hem, I mean, patient, Finn.
Do the ends justify the means? Saheen seems to think so. This is just my own outlook on Sim history, but I like to think that Al Simhara has been ahead of the medical game for hundreds and hundreds of years, and blending my headcanons in here, I like to think that Saheen knows that all too well, and that he plans to continue that legacy no matter what it takes. Advancement is often built on sacrifice, and currently, in The Infected, we are still at the stage of sacrifice. Though what started as a noble goal seems clouded by ambition. We'll have to see where the story goes.
Read The Infected here. these two themes remind me of him.
Sonic paced around the village impatiently. What the hell did Shadow mean, unfinished business??? He barely gave them any information, and he's already left. Sure, Shadow said he'd be back tomorrow, but that's an entire day away! He didn't even talk about living arrangements...
Sonic passed by Tails' workshop for the 34th time that hour, but noticed his buddy waving. He sped over, skidding to a stop just in front of the door. "You got an update on your analysis stuff?" he asked.
Tails nodded, waving him inside. "Sure do. I've got good news, and..." He pauses, sucking in air through his teeth. "Well, I'm not sure if it's bad news or not, but..."
Sonic interrupted him. "Tell me all of it. We'll figure it out."
Tails fiddles with a tail as he explains. "Well, the good news is you don't need to go to a medical doctor. At least, not yet. The other news... I couldn't figure out what they did to you. I'm going to need more time, but there has to be something to find. You were gone for a week, they can't have just kept you in stasis... it just doesn't make sense."
Sonic shrugged and smiled. "Why not? Maybe they just didn't know what to do with me! It's hard to improve on perfection, after all."
Tails' brow furrows as he sighs and shakes his head. "Sonic, you are so reckless, you know? Just... look, stay around for the next day. At least until Shadow comes back... if he does."
Sonic pouts. "But sitting around is boring!"
The fox's eyes narrow. "Sitting around is the only thing you'll be doing if this shit turns out to be detrimental to you."
"Woah-ho, easy there, buddy! Language! Fine, I'll stay around... just, give me stuff to do, at least."
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Sonic woke up early and flopped onto the couch, flipping through TV channels. He noticed something odd and went back a couple channels, leaning forward. “BREAKING NEWS” scrolled across the bar at the bottom, as images of smoke and fire billowing out of a distant military base filled the screen.
"... bringing us to wonder, was this a coordinated attack? Or was it simply a malfunction within the facility? Rescue teams have been unable to get inside, and for the moment we don't know if there are any survivors. Up next, the weather."
Sonic rewound and paused. He squinted. Something about this place feels familiar. He was just about to put his finger on it when he was interrupted by a knock at the door. He was at the door in an instant, opening it.
Shadow stood there, looking exhausted. He came inside without waiting for an invitation. "Shadow? Where'd you go off to?" Sonic’s question went unanswered as Shadow stared at the TV. An emotion flickered across his face, one Sonic couldn't quite place. Shadow snatched the remote off the table, changing the channel as he did. "Hey! I was watching that!" Sonic whined.
Shadow glared at the blue hedgehog. He tossed the remote over, which Sonic caught easily. "Dude, what's your deal?" Shadow slumped onto the couch, getting out his notepad and pen.
"Business done.”
The sound of a door opening stopped Sonic before he could respond. Tails groggily leaned over the second floor railing. "Sonic, it's four in the morning... why are you being so loud...?" He rubbed his eyes and slightly opened them, barely catching Sonic and a second shape... a second. Instantly, Tails’ eyes snapped open. "Shadow?! You're actually back! Hold on, let me come down," he said as he began whirling his tails together, helicoptering over the railing and downstairs.
Sonic lets out a long sigh, tapping his foot and running a hand through his quills. “Shadow decided to change the channel when I was trying to figure out why the place they were showing on the news looked familiar.”
Tails landed and folded his arms. “You know they show stuff on the news more than once in the same day, right? Especially if it was something big.”
“I guess you’re right,” Sonic says, scratching his head. “I’ll just catch it later, then.”
Tails lets out a halfhearted laugh before turning to Shadow. "So... did you decide on taking up Sonic's offer of living here? I do have a spare bedroom that you could use until we get a house made for you."
Shadow stared for a moment, slowly coming to the realization that, yes, that was what he was doing. He scribbled on his notepad. “Is that okay?”
"Of course! Are you hungry? We could talk about where you want your house over breakfast." As if on cue, Shadow's stomach growled. Tails and Sonic laugh as Shadow turns away slightly, embarrassed.
"Well, that settles that! Chili dogs, anyone?" Sonic offered, getting a groan out of Tails.
"Chili dogs for breakfast? Come on, Sonic..."
"What? You still owe me from yesterday!"Shadow holds back a smirk. You still don't know if you can fully trust them yet. Give it more time...
Doc has never been a fan of being in white rooms for long. Sure, the look of them can be nice; pristine and clean, like some hospitals.
Until his memories decide he can’t have a fun time, and all of a sudden, his entire body is screaming, telling him to run, to break out, to get far, far from the area. Like it’s a life or death situation, like he’s about to explode.
Etho doesn’t know why. Not completely, anyways. He can make some educated guesses, but he won’t. He could ask why Doc shuts himself away on certain days, why he refuses to look at news articles from specific years, why the sound of thunder makes him jump so bad, but he won’t. The time never feels right. To keep others from guessing, he began saying Doc was just afraid of hospitals. It was easier. Sprinkled it in during conversations around medical topics and such.
Bdubs believed him almost immediately. It’s not too out of the norm, a lot of people are scared of hospitals. And, with Doc’s missing eye and arm, he could only assume something had gone down in one, right?
Beef was less convinced, but he wasn’t about to go and pester the guy for his backstory. Who knows what that could bring? Plus, he wouldn’t want someone bugging him over something he’s terrified of either. Just seems so impolite, you know?
Doc, of course, caught on pretty fast. It’s hard to avoid it, when one day, you’ve gotten nicked by an arrow right in the connection point of your face plate and eye, and your peers are actively keeping you at the server clinic, rather than rushing you to the main hub’s hospital. Horrible idea, but he can see where they’re coming from.
He doesn’t speak on it much. He knows it’s the ideal outcome, having everyone believe he was just scared of some building, rather than something worse.
On the brighter side, the clinic on the server has been filled with color, filled with paintings and decorations the hermits themselves had created. It’s nicer to look at.
It's also a comfort to think about the hermits improving their own medical skills. It keeps them safe, after all. Doc wants that too - being able to care for him is a bonus. They've got one of the best equipped clinics there is, and a fun one to look at too!
Honestly this is an excuse to use the headcanon banner. Fight me.
Warnings for: Body Horror, Experimentation, Child Experimentation, and the general Poppy Playtime madness.
When it comes to how I think of the Poppy Gel, in-universe... I have mixed thoughts. Part of me wants to say that Proto has made a stabilized version, but he hasn't. The other- far more major- part of me knows he didn't.
The doctor may be experimenting with Poppy Gel, but he's no longer willing to use live test subjects (he only used Plushies and Dolls as test subjects when he was trying to perfect the upgrade process- and even then, it was only volunteers who were warned beforehand. Geneva Convention? The fuck's that). As such, his experiments have...kind of slowed to a crawl.
A sidenote- he would absolutely use a Deluded as a test subject, if they seemed mentally mature and had caused grievous harm to any of his residents without a hint of remorse. Hell, even if they did show remorse there's a chance he'd not take pity. It's been too many years, there's been too many attempts on the lives of his residents- he has no sympathy left.
Poppy Gel in of itself is not dangerous to any of the toys in the factory. If anything, it's a saving grace. It can swiftly heal injuries, numb pain..for the Plushies and Dolls, it's a part of their daily nutrient intake (only Mannequins no longer require any Poppy Gel to remain stable- part of why Proto wants to upgrade all the residents as soon as possible). He always keeps a small vial of it in his medkit in case a toy needs it, but Proto would also quite willingly take from his own stores on his being if he had to- in order to save a life.
The Bigger Body toys do not run on Poppy Gel, but it can be used to treat their injuries, as well. All the Bigger Body toys in the factory are aware that they can never go back to the surface/be back among humans- though Prototype is working (in secret) to find a way to 'downgrade' them bit-by-bit to Mannequin bodies, so they can eventually leave.
When Poppy Gel comes into contact with a toy from the factory (so both synthetic and organic material), it tends to serve as both a bonding and a healing agent. When it comes into contact with organic material alone, it starts growing out of control- eventually consuming the infected and forming a massive pod made of little more than the remnants of the initial poor soul (the massive orange-yellow things you explode in the labs, in Chapter Five). As such, all toys have it drilled into their heads (at any age) that fully organic life cannot come into contact with Poppy Gel.
And if a fully-organic being does, the infected limb is to be severed immediately, if at all possible. If it is not, the contaminated Poppy Gel will grow exponentially out of control.
THE WILD & WONDERFUL APPALACHIA WELCOMES...
ashton ryder as written by shan ( she / her ).
✱ affiliated with SILVER LIVING MILITIA
✱ working as a BARTENDER @ HELL'S GATE; LIEUTENANT (SILVER LINING MILITIA)
✱ has taken up residence in BURNINGTON
✱ born on NOVEMBER 3RD ( 34 )
✱ identifying as CIS MAN ( HE / HIM )
✱ known to be TENACIOUS, PROTECTIVE, RELIABLE, LOYAL
✱ also know to be SECRETIVE, ALTRUISTIC, HARDENED, SENSITIVE
✱ portrayed by LUKE MITCHELL
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
➥ brothers & sisters-in-arms (East Atlantic Army connections) : pretty much since Ash had been tossed there, it was all he knew, training, life, relationships, he was kept closely within the army and everything he did was for them. A connection that could either be very close to Ash mentors, juniors or peers, or had friction with him in those years. Ranging from during his teenhood up until the day he left.
➥ how to life (friends) : Ash moved from one army to another militia, always trying to find ways to fight, it was what he was good at. But finding life outside of the army was tough, remember life before the army seemed like a distant dream, he doesn’t really know how to live what may have been a normal life, as normal as life as they know it can be at least. A connection that helped him acclimate to life outside of the military, with more time to himself now despite integrating with silver lining, he had been given more freedom than he knew what to do with.
➥ the peek behind the glow (compound/afterglow connections) : you’ll be doing great good for everyone, was the lie he was told when they sat him down at the lab, a secret he’s kept all his life now out in the open to be used for some greater good. A connection within his short stint with the afterglow science and research department, perhaps were poked and prodded alongside him or were doing the poking and prodding.
➥ play pretend (childhood friends) : We’re gonna build a rocket ship to Mars! Ashton as a kid was bright and full of energy, despite being an only child, his mother often felt like he had the energy of three. Taking care of him was not easy and she was thankful for the other kids around their small neighborhood that played with him. A connection of a childhood friend that grew up with him in Burnington. Perhaps they lost touch after he joined the army, perhaps they were always in contact, but they had grown up with Ashton and been through a lot together in their formative years before he was tossed to the EAA. How would they feel seeing who Ashton was right now after losing their friend to the claws of the military and seeing him come back out of the fire alive?
DIGGING DEEPER.
TW: death, abuse, experimentation
The Ryders were a quiet small family living simple lives in Burnington, husband served in the East Atlantic Army as a command sergeant, wife helped homeschool kids in the town. They flew under the radar as much as they could, most would assume because they’re simply content with life - and they are, a handful might know they do what they can in small subtle movements of resistance. Ashton was raised as such too, joyful simple life, be grateful for what they had, helped around the house, he was a handful to deal with as a kid but never whined or demanded anything in life. Homeschooled, he usually stuck close with his mother when his father was out with his unit, doing important work to protect them all, young Ash would like to believe that as his mom would tell him. Little did he know it wasn’t in the way Ashton thought.
One day past his 13th birthday, Ash’s parents had requested him to run a few errands alone for them while they had errands to run on their own, a full day’s worth to prepare for the coming week, groceries to get, kids to teach, laundry to wash and dry, letters to deliver, it was more than his usual day of chores, but he never whined about it, doing what he was told to do. He got everything done easily, even had spare time to go play before coming back for dinner. But dinner was never made. Ashton came back to an empty home that evening, not quite sure where his parents were and when they were coming back, he sat there and waited, and waited, and waited. Until in the middle of the night a knock on the door came, someone from the army, dad’s friend, they said. Ashton didn’t really process the news, everything in and around him numbed as his hands and feet still moved, the rest of the unit came in to start picking apart what little belongings they had, and let him pack whatever else he wanted. The next thing he knew when he snapped out of the shock, was that he was within the military academy, other kids and students staring at him like fresh meat, that he held a box of all his belongings he desperately kept from his home for once in his life saying no and not letting the soldiers take away some of his parents keepsakes, that his parents were gone. And that he was all alone.
Then came the anger. Sure they gave him food, shelter, care, but he wasn’t stupid. The reason they gave him for his parents death didn’t seem to click. Ash was looking for anything and everything to blame. The grief in him mutated into rebellion, rage and fight, it took the academy a lot to whip him into shape and submission, literally and figuratively. The uglier disciplinary acts hidden behind closed doors. They hadn’t known what else the boy knew, they had to keep him here. But everything can be fixed with time, and with time, Ashton lost the fight in him, grief growing smaller, hurting less, giving in to doing whatever they told him to, as long as it made the pain go away. He got to know the other kids his age, some orphans like him, trained alongside him, and some of the warrant officers treated him well, better than others. He learnt to accept that this was his life now. As long as it made the pain go away. Follow our orders and you’ll be safe. You’ll be fine soon. I promise. Promise? He took their word for it, and believed, like he always did. Just listen to them, do as they say, they know better. He never whined or demanded anything in life. Ashton was molded and shaped to a perfect recruit and soldier, he had the talent, grit and intelligence for it all, exceeding all expectations once he submitted and gave in to the life and hand he was dealt with. He grew into one of EAA’s finest specialists they’ve ever had, an incredible asset that stayed loyal with nowhere else to go. Ashton was desensitized to the point where he lost himself somewhere in the pool of blood he spilt and the pile of bodies he stacked up. Though underneath it all he was just the teenage boy holding a box of his family’s belongings, doing whatever he needed to do as he was told. As long as it made the pain go away.
Over the years, Ash was one of the most reliable people in the army, if you needed something done, and done right, Ashton was your guy. While he is attached to a specific unit, the higher ups oftentimes pulled him away on special fieldwork as well, more covert operations that required tact and skill, and Ash could keep a secret to his grave. He’s had practice keeping one since he was five. No one bats an eye on the way Ash bounces back on his feet whenever injuries come around. He’s just that talented! He ate well! He’s youthful, he’s got his father’s genes and talents. Ash laughs them off and prolonged pretending to still be injured if it seemed suspicious. But one of those outfield missions went awry landing Ash in critical danger for once in his life, a misstep, a mistake made. Going in and out of consciousness one step too close to death, left Ash vulnerable as he was medically cared for without being able to walk it off before it was too late. And if they hadn’t paid attention to the way he healed faster than expected, pulling him under a microscope to see the way his cells regenerated at a speed not normal for humans - perhaps he’d still be holding onto that mutant secret.
It was a gift, a breakthrough in science, if they could just study him further– everything could change in the way their soldiers healed. Lives could be saved. He was taken off duty for the time being, excuse of needing to recover before going back on the field, and instead brought to the lab of the afterglow compound and was told all those nice things, appealing to the part of Ashton who just wanted to be useful. He assumed it was an order, and simply muttered yes sir.. For months he was held there, poked and prodded, blood and cell samples taken from him, his pain thresholds and limits tested. But what made Ashton pause was the sight of others there. A view of Afterglow hidden away from his years of training here, now in full view. And it was horrific, this wasn’t the same organization he thought he gave his life and loyalty to. He thought all his life, he had been doing good. Ashton silently took whatever was done to him, etching the visual in his brain of everything that happened here, to him, to others, to his parents. Until when he was returned to serve on the field, he left the force, quietly, without fanfare, honestly surprised they let him walk free. Perhaps because they’ve squeezed every ounce of him that they possibly could to profit off of him and there was nothing left of him for them to use.
The freedom was new and foreign to him, going back to Burnington, another box clutched in his arms as he was lost on what to do. He just knew that that rage he once thought had died off or beaten into submission, was once again reignited. He quickly joined the Silver Lining Militia, finding comfort in knowing at least there were familiar faces there, proving himself and his capabilities, and most importantly his loyalty and morality. Ashton now was trying to find his footing in somewhat of a normal life, getting a normal job to feed himself, and behind the scenes sitting with the militia to try and do good, perhaps find repentance in the life and lies he’s lived.
EXTRAS.
headcanons
Ashton was five, he was in the kitchen on a Sunday morning with his parents trying to make breakfast and proving that he’s a big strong boy now! Unfortunately it ended up in a nasty burn across his arm and face as a hot heavy pan was dropped. He did his best not to cry as a big boy now but he still did, it hurt a lot. His mother helped take care of the burn wounds and patched it up, said it’ll heal in a few days, nothing to worry about, their bodies knew how to patch itself up. And patch itself up it did, perhaps way too well. By that night when they checked on the burns they were nowhere in sight. Somehow his parents just knew at that point, told Ash that his body was just really good at healing, but they also told him that he couldn’t tell anyone about it - a secret just between them. Ashton obeyed but never really understood it until much later learning more about mutants. Yet he regretted ultimately failing in the end. Even in this still life however, he still doesn't tell just anyone about it.
After leaving the military, Ashton struggled to find a place to fit in. He didn’t know what it took to live the life most people did in Burnington anymore. He found the one thing he did learn during his time in military training, was that he always bartended or mixed drinks for his own team or during events, perhaps the one civilian skill he picked up in a non-civilian life. Gravitating to the job in a place where he keeps his eyes on only the job and nothing else, keeping talks of his past life to a minimum and instead listening to others share their woes instead. He didn’t know where else to go and needed some way to support himself while he served the militia, not willing to take any handouts from them. And besides, at least no one judges people here at Hell’s Gate, mutants alike.
It’s been ages but there were still plenty of things he remembered of his parents, a box of their things he’s held onto ever since now tucked away safely in a drawer. Now older, it was clearer on the things they did that lightly steered away from afterglow, and of everything, Ashton felt like he can at least follow the other path after ruining the other he was walking on. Outside of his job and militia, like his mother, Ashton began helping teach homeschooled kids in his spare time, those wanting to stay out of the afterglow school system, he was taught and self-taught everything he knew, making use of EAA’s resources to study everything he could. Now he could bring that same knowledge, filtering out any biases to teach knowledge and only knowledge. He hoped his mother would’ve been proud of that at least.
The one thing Ashton has mostly kept to himself was his love and fascination with the night sky. Despite the rot and destruction of their planet, the stars stayed as pretty as he could ever remember. A vast abyss, moving along without blinking an eye to the self destruction of earth, nothing but a drop in an ocean of the universe. Ash learned all he could about the sky, the universe and astronomy, oftentimes when he wanted to be alone, he can be found on the rooftop of the academy or the compound, laying down to gaze at the sky, for once since he lost everything, this was the place he found peace again. Now he’s still looking for his best stargazing place in Burnington but he long remembered simply laying on the roof of his home with his mom as they pointed out stars, planets and constellations.
Once as a specialist, Ashton was talented in many areas within the military, but he’s best known for being a good shot, best sharpshooter they had, as well as leading stealth recon and lethal thunder runs. Ashton would be one of the first few names to pop up if you ever needed people for those. Now he hopes that those skill sets would still be useful in the Silver Lining Militia.
He has a german shepard, Dawn, that he trained with in the EAA, elite dogs bred and trained for warfare and now to aid the military in peacekeeping, and Ashton trained with her since she was a pup. She left the force with him on the account that she was just as stubborn as her trainer and refused to listen to any other soldier and let her go with him as an early retirement.
// Baba Chops headcanon time. Mostly copy-pasting this from discord.
In her main/experiment verse, before she became... well, Baba Chops, she funnily enough was a teen (because she was in the care of Playtime Co.'s orphanage for a good few years) who hated going out and socializing, and arguably just…. hated people in general with a select few exceptions. In fact, whenever she got called in for testing, she would outright refuse to leave whatever space she had holed herself up in to go there, and had to be dragged to places all kicking and screaming.
It got to the point where one of the scientists cruelly suggested to assign her a Baba Chops toy (which ofc she later got turned into) unlike all of the other kids who hand-picked theirs. So basically, she's an antisocial sheep because some jackass scientist thought it would be funny. This is another major contributor to her generally moody and misanthropic personality.
I also think that in general, she's not very well-liked by the other Safe Haven toys because of how cantankerous and sardonic she is. She of course, claims not to care what "those morons" think, but.... that's a lie; she kind of does care. She doesn't like them in the slightest, obviously... but at the same time, she doesn't want them all to hate her back, because then she'd be all alone.... and no one wants to be alone if things ever go downhill south.
Experiment 008
Target Pokemon: Deino
Status: SUCCESS
Notes: Time of transformation slower than projected, subject woke up and was able to seek help before fully transformed. Future subjects should be kept within facility until completely transformed, then released to the wild to prevent attention from general populace. Different form of tracking device to be considered.
It's also important to note that the subject still seems to retain some of their human instincts... This is not ideal for the world we wish to create. Subject scheduled to be recaptured for instinct adjustments.
