I’ve been following @lab-raised-steven by mod Kymy for a long time now and since I finally downloaded Procreate and cheaper 2 of the comic recently finished I decided to create a kind of bookmark piece for cheaper 2!
Absolutely love the AU and can’t wait for the next chapter!
So, I wrote a thing. For lack of better terms, it’s a fanfic of a fanfic. Ha.
All kidding aside, full props to the original AU this is based on, @lab-raised-steven . The person running it is a really awesome dude who helped out a lot with the lore and writing process as I wrote this.
The idea is that Jason Stross, a character of mine, waking up to find himself locked away in the Lab of Dr. Robert Wendell, at the mercy of said sadist.
This all stemmed from me reading how much of a bastard one of the scientist characters are and thought, “Hey, it’d be kinda cool of Jason met this guy.
So, without further ado, I hope you find this piece entertaining, but most importantly, I hope you give @lab-raised-steven / @lab-raised-archive / @societyslostone (Main) a visit!
Have a great day!
WARNING: Contains violence and mention of severed limbs.
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There were many times Jason had felt this way.
A splitting headache, drowsiness to the point he was unsure if he was conscious, his entire body was engulfed with pain, and pure confusion of where he was.
The last thing he remembered was the explosion he caused by destroying the Warp Pad he warped in through. Then falling into this planet’s ocean. He was sure that he was going to die.
At least, he was unsure if he was still alive.
When he did eventually wake up, everything from his environment to clothing was different.
He found himself in a dark and cold room. His prosthetic arm was taken as well as his regular clothes. He found himself in a sort of teal hospital scrubs. His organic arm was handcuffed to the metal chair he was sitting on, along with his feet.
He tried to stand, but the handcuffs and his weakened state proved that the effort was fruitless.
It did however receive a reaction.
Jason’s attention was pulled away from the chair as he saw a door open, flooding the room with a blinding white light. A humanoid being walked in. As soon as Jason’s eyes grew accustomed to the light, he was met with a man standing above him. A human male. He held with him a decently sized briefcase, to which he placed on his own size of the table.
The contact caused a short clanging sound as it hit the metal surface.
He was a paler man under his lab coat. He kept staring at Jason through his glasses, windows to an icy cold stare looking up and down Jason’s body. Examining him. Studying him.
Not saying a word, his gaze left Jason and looked over to the briefcase.
The man opened it, angled so that Jason could not see what was inside it.
The man pulled out a small plastic rectangle. A voice recorder.
The man brought the voice recorder close to him as he looked over at Jason again.
“Doctor Wendell’s log. Ruby 19, Year 7019 After First Contact. Two nights ago, a life form was found off the shore of the Empire State. Unconscious and barely alive.” The Doctor spoke into the voice recorder. He was speaking as if Jason was not in the room, but it was clear that he was talking about him.
“The life form is human-like.” The Doctor continued. “Same physicality. Similar DNA matches. However, it is clear that the life form, a human male of military age.” He looked up at Jason with his eyes. “His apparel and other equipment also suggest military background for whatever planet he hails from.”
He looked back at the recorder. “Judging by the condition of his body, he did not arrive to this planet willingly. When stripped of his suit, bruises, cuts and signs of head trauma were found throughout his body. He now seems awake and conscious.”
He looked back at Jason, “I am going to now attempt to extract further information.” He kept his gaze on Jason, placing the recorder down. He rested his hands on the metallic table, ensuring distance between the two.
There were a few seconds of silence before he spoke.
“You are not of this planet.” Doctor Wendell said, the sound of his voice bounced off the walls of the small and cramped room. “Is that correct?”
“Who are you?” Jason asked hoarsely. “Where am I?”
Wendell groaned, sighing in disappointment. “I am asking the questions.” He said, clearly forcing himself to remain calm as he eyed Jason with more intensity.
“Where the hell am I?” Jason demanded. While his energy was still low, he was able to rise from too tired to a tired aggravation.
Wendell did not answer. In a quick motion, he stood from the table, keeping his eyes on Jason.
He reached into the briefcase again, pulling out a baton of sorts.
It was odd to Jason, for he recognized it, but did not at the same time.
It reminded him of the Destabilizers that were left by the Gems on the planet Kul-Baris, but it looked different. It looked far too primitive to be made by the Gems. It almost looked as if it was built by human hands. Humans of this planet.
Wendell walked around the table with the baton in hand, growing more frustrated with each step.
By the time Jason processed the Doctors intentions, it was too late to defend himself. After two heavy and fast hits of the baton, the first to his head and the second onto his chest, Jason felt as the voltage violently traveled through his body. He yelled in pain as Wendell kicked at his chair, pushing him into falling to the ground.
Jason could only watch as Wendell walked over the table and began to stomp on him rapidly over his body, his legs and even his head.
Once the Doctor decided it was enough, he hit Jason a final time as he pulled the chair to stand back up. Jason spat out a significant amount of blood.
“I believe you are unaware of your situation.” Wendell said as his hand gripped Jason’s jaw tightly. “Whatever significant life you believed you lived before coming to this planet is over. As far as anyone in this universe is concerned, you are dead.”
He threw Jason’s jaw, causing his head to grow sore from the sudden jerk. “And on this planet, you do not exist.”
Jason looked back up to Wendell.
The Doctor looked back at Jason as he returned to his end of the chair. “You are my property. You belong to me now.”
Wendell put the baton back into the briefcase. “Perhaps if you behave, I will eventually give you your arm back. Continue this aggression.” He looked at Jason’s organic arm. “I will take the other arm. I will ask again. You are not of this planet. Is that correct?”
Jason could only look at Wendell. The echoing pain told him to comply, as if it was a survival instinct.
“That is correct.” He said, groaning from the pain Wendell presented him with.
“What is your planet of origin?” Wendell moved to the second question.
Jason was quiet for a few moments. “Requiem.” He spoke, unsure of the point of answering such a question.
“Where is this planet?” Wendell asked Jason. “Where is Requiem.”
Jason looked over to Wendell, his eyes grew more tired from the question. “I studied engineering.” He said to Wendell. “Not navigation.”
Wendell held a deep sigh as he looked over his notes.
“Perhaps we can talk about something you do know about.” Wendell said as he flipped through some of his notes.
“The device on the back of your head. Imbedded in your spinal cord. On this planet, we call it the Atlas Vertebra.”
Jason froze. The already cold temperature of the concrete room and metal chair he was handcuffed in felt as if it dropped a few more degrees.
The Neurolink, a device most of the populace of the Requiem Republic use for better control of devices and communication.
His left arm shot up to try and reach the back of his neck to confirm but was painfully reminded of the four-inch handcuffs connecting him to the chair.
“Handcuffs.” Wendell sarcastically reminded Jason. He went bac to flip through his notes. He pulled out a page and placed it on the table in front of Jason.
“Surgical procedure.” Wendell said as he presented the page. The main one was of Jason, post procedure. It only showed the back of his head, a blood-soaked bandage where his Neurolink once was.
Jason began to feel soreness in that area, now realizing the removal of the device.
“We found bits and pieces of information.” Wendell said as he pulled the photo away. “Some audio. Some visual. Saved in such a small piece of technology. For lack of a better term; memories. Judging by the recorded brain waves, memories of significance.”
“Huh? You went through my Neurolink?” Jason asked, finding the task to be near impossible, even by the standards of Requiem technology. “How- “
“My organization specializes in studying and reverse engineering Alien technology.” Wendell interrupted Jason again. “Until your arrival, it was only Gem technology.”
Wendell then pulled some more pages from his notes and placed them in front of Jason. “Activating your ’Neurolink’ took a dull afternoon.”
Jason was silent as he looked down. They were more photos. However, they weren’t just any images. They were memories. His memories. Moments he remembered from his life.
By the looks of the photos, less than perfect memories.
“We chose these particular memories.” Wendell said. “Of the few we managed to recover. Based on the heightened brain activity. Some of which are obvious why.” He pulled up a photo and placed it in front of Jason.
The picture was from Jason’s perspective. Filtered through the HUD display of the helmet he wore that day. However, he was well aware of the event shown. It was such a long few years ago, but it felt so recent, as a pain began to grow on what remained of his right arm.
He was lying on his back that day. Forced down onto the cold icy surface of the cavern in the photo. He remembered his entire body was in pain that day. Standing above him was a figure that clearly wasn’t human, but humanoid.
The figure looked as if they were encased in a full body suit of black armor, which had a purple glow coming off of it.
What made the memory as significant as it was, however, was the figure in question, now covered in Jason’s blood as it held his severed arm.
“Such as this one.” Wendell said as he tapped on the arm in the picture. “I can only imagine losing an arm in anyway could be traumatic.”
He pulled another photo out, nowhere near as chaotic as the previous. “Let’s try something more recent.”
Jason was not wearing a helmet in this memory, as the photo lacked a HUD display. It was a rather peaceful scene; the memory was of Jason was sitting on a couch in a rather nice home.
The majority of his vision held another face. It was a blue woman, silver hair ran down her head, down to her shoulders. Her blue eyes glistened as she smiled at Jason.
“This one, and another, I found interesting.” Wendell said, jotting a few notes regarding Jason’s facial expression to the photo, which oddly seemed more distressed than fond of the seemingly peaceful memory.
Jason’s face grew pale, his eyes fixated on the photo.
“Same amount of brain activity.” Wendell said. “Nearly identical to the rest. However, the chemical balance suggests happiness. That you are at peace.”
Almost immediately after the statement, another picture was placed on top. “Fifteen hours later. Or at least that was what was logged, this happens”
The picture was once again of a blue woman. The same from the previous. Her face, however, was from happy. She looked in pain. Her eyes filled with despair. Sorrow.
Betrayal.
She was looking straight at Jason, even through the photo. Jason tensed up as he looked at the photo. He was silent, but visually distressed from the photos.
“Who is she? Why is she so important to you?” Wendell asked Jason, detecting the distress. “The Blue Woman.”
Jason exhaled uneasily. “Please.” He said in a defeated tone, desperate to get away from the photo. “No. Not this.” She softly said in nearly a begging manner.
“You do not have a say in this R-054.” Wendell said as he reached for his baton, visually warning Jason. “Who is she? A Gem?”
Jason remained silent, paying no attention to Wendell as he kept looking down at the photo.
“Was she just some whore? Don’t remember her name?” Wendell asked. “Perhaps your planet allows that?”
Jason violently tried to stand up from his chair to argue but was still confined to the handcuff. Such a thing did not matter however, as almost immediately, Jason was met with another attack by Wendell’s baton.
The force from the blow caused Jason to fall to the ground, his chair clattering on the floor.
“You don’t want to behave?” Wendell asked as he walked around the table toward his fallen and handcuffed prisoner. His baton shot sparks out. “Fine.”
Not waiting for a response, Wendell repeatedly struck at Jason, not seeming to show any signs of backing away anytime soon.
Chained to the chair, Jason had no way to defend himself. He could only look up to see Wendell repeatedly hit him until his vision began to black out as he lost conscious.
Jason wasn’t sure how long he was out for, but when he woke back up, he found that he must have been out long enough to be moved.
He was no longer restrained, but he might as well have still been. He was now in a small room that was barely more lit. There were three concrete walls. One of which had a door, presumably locked.
The fourth wall, however, was made of a thick sheet of glass. The other side of the window held another room. The light was off, all Jason could see was utter blackness. As if he was looking out into the void of space.
AS if on cue, a loud siren played off as the light turned on, showing the parallel room’s occupant.
The room was nothing more than another cell, identical to Jason’s. He found himself stunned as he found who or what was in the other cell’s bed.
A child. A boy. Until the siren, he was sound asleep.
The boy had curly black hair, and he wore the same hospital gown as Jason, minus the bloodstains from beatings. What received the most attention from Jason, however, was the boy’s eye. His left eye remained closed, bearing only a scar down it.
Jason shuddered, as he couldn’t bare to consider if the scar was a cause to what the people behind this facility did to him.
Better yet, why was the boy here?
Sure, Jason was from another planet. While he wasn’t fond of his stay in his current location, he did understand it.
The boy awoke. Stepping out of the bed, he did not seem to notice Jason at first.
That was when Jason saw the Gem imbedded in the boy’s abdomen. A large pink Gem. Almost looking like a Quartz. He wasn’t sure what specific cut of Gem it was, but he knew it was a Gem. Such a thing only served to cause Jason more confusion. Was the boy a Gem? Could Gems even be organic?
Jason was so wrapped up in his questions, he failed to notice the boy finally seeing him.
Understandably, as his sight was on a grown stranger with one arm, wearing a blood-soaked gown, he began to panic.
The Boy backed into his bed, falling over as he looked at Jason.
As Jason looked at the panicking Boy, he began to sit down on his own bed, slow and calm.
“It’s ok…” Jason said to The Boy, unsure if he would even hear him. “I won’t hurt you…”
His arm was raised, almost like he was giving The Boy a lowered hand wave.
The Boy began to calm down as he saw Jason was not a threat. He readjusted himself, sitting down on his own bed, studying Jason.
He raised his own hand, thinking they were waving at each other.
(Lab raised steven creator here) I was looking at the picture you made of our boys and the song Hideaway from Wonder Park came on. It was too cute! I want to draw them. Would it maybe be okay for me to draw that?
You out of anyone should know, that of course its ok! Just make sure to @ me so I can see it! I’m lookin forward to it!
I love your boy! Tho, he'd definitely make my boy cry. (Lab-raised-steven creator)
Oh? I love YOUR boy?? Poor precious baby!! I dunno, my boy is pretty mean to others. But considering what your boy has been through, I think my steeb would actually be pretty soft with him ASHGSAH.
