#sts laboratories

[ash-isnt-writing]

i’m plotting

[doctor-helix-vellen]

It has been duly brought to my attention that specific people do not seem to remember how this organisation works, so I’ll repeat myself a fifth time.

•Loss of ID, regardless of reason, will lead to retraction of personnel privileges, and will instead be locked up for future amnestic treatment or testing purposes.

•Assisting in breach of a test subject in any way shape or form is considered workplace disturbance, punishable by amnesiticisation and/or death.

•Failure to report sighting of a breached test subject will also lead to lock up for future test use.

THERE IS NO EXCEPTIONS TO THESE RULES. For the love of GOD please follow them, they exist for a reason (and no, Lynsey, the reason is not ‘they’re made to be broken’. Grow up.)

[quatrain-in-dc-major]

NOOOO CORPORATISATION GOT THE STS LOGO TOO /j

[ash-isnt-writing]

Floral Flesh - Part 1(?)

Based off of an idea from my mutual, @p-3-t-r-1-ch-0-r / @whumpy-written-works

Characters used/Mentioned: Dr. Maven Heltrine (OC), TS-0019 Valerian Andersen (OC), other unnamed OCs.

A/N: Actually may make this into a series as well. Unsure as of right now.

STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY.

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The lab boys, as the majority of staff called them, came up with a new ‘prototype’ yet again, under a theory if their newest subject was able to produce and sustain flora.

Dr. Heltrine was the one that had the ‘pleasure’ of testing the prototype. Of course the thought of strapping someone down and injecting them with a serum as unstable as their security system wasn’t a pleasant one, it was his job as the head of the prototype department, and he enjoyed it.

Valerian wasn’t as keen about the idea, rightfully so.

He wasn’t just gonna let this happen. Kicking, struggling, and screaming, he tried everything to get away from this. However, the moment he saw a duo of Handlers enter, he lost his spirit, eventually giving in as he was strapped down to the exam bench.

“Now, here’s how this is gonna go” Dr. Heltrine explained, preparing a needle with the swirling green and brown serum of god knows what. “We’re gonna inject you with this prototype, and leave you here for a week. Th-“

“Wait- wait, what?” Valerian interrupted, angrily. “A week?! That’s not fair-!”

“QUIET!” Heltrine snapped, hushing Valerian immediately. “..As I was saying; Then, we’ll return, and see the effects, and adjust accordingly. The goal is to see if your… biology, is able to support plant life.”

“This- this is insane-“ Valerian stuttered out, even though he knew anything he said would be immediately brushed off.

“No, ‘19” Heltrine grinned, flicking the needle as he pressed a thumb to his wrist, found his pulse, and then aligned the needle accordingly. He had to admit, feeling the other’s pulse increase under his thumb was exhilarating, especially of something so inhuman. “It’s science.”

Valerian let out a choked cry as the needle sunk into his skin, a burning rushing through his body.

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[ash-isnt-writing]

“Layna. Oh, Layna. You seriously thought people would care about that?” Helix said mockingly. “You might be one of us now, but you’re still a monster. Don’t expect human decency.”

In hindsight, Layna probably should have seen this coming.

Helix wasn’t a sympathetic man. She knew that. But it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less that nobody remembered her birthday.

She felt lost. Ignored. Unwanted. It was this way every year, she should’ve been used to it by now. She should’ve. But she wasn’t. She just wanted someone to care.

“…Right, apologies” Layna sighed, turning back to her desk to continue the paperwork there.

She couldn’t help but wonder how Helodite was spending this date. They had the same birthdate, just a couple years apart. She had no doubt Helodite was having much more fun than her on the outside.

She sighed heavily. Would her efforts ever be appreciated? Would anyone ever care? Is it even worth the time?

[ash-isnt-writing]

“On a scale of one to ten, how much pain are you in?”

“Please just kill me.”

Cole chuckled at the pleading, pained tone in Rayan’s voice, almost sadistically so. “Now now, be sensible, would you?” He responded, before crossing one leg over the other as he sliced the wound open further, eliciting a cry as sharp as Cole’s scalpel from Rayan’s throat as blood spilled out, staining Rayan’s baggy white shirt and the testing bench beneath him. “We have an audience.”

Rayan just whimpered, eyes drifting to Helix, who was standing over in the corner. Of course, it made sense that Helix was watching Cole - his son - with a judgemental eye. But it didn’t make him hate this any less. “Tough crowd” He hissed out, resting his head back.

Cole chuckled, before easing - or more, ripping - the cut open, making Rayan cry out again. The whole point of this test was if they could figure out what made Rayan so.. different. They’d tried everything else, and had decided an internal exam might give them the answers they needed.

But Cole just had more questions than anything. Nothing was different, or out of place. Everything looked how it was meant to..

“Impossible..” Cole muttered, leaning forward slightly. No. He couldn’t accept this. His father was watching. He had to turn up with something…

“Is something wrong, Cole?”

“…Ah- no, uh” Cole swallowed nervously. “I think we should take samples, for the lab boys of course.”

“Of course, brilliant idea.”

“What- no, not brilliant, what do you mean samples?!” Rayan yelled, tugging at his cuffs. “What fucking samples?! Where-?!”

Before he could finish the question, a searing pain shot through his nerves as Cole began cutting off a part of the organ tissue from his heart. He screamed, a raw, fearful sound from his throat. Cole made the Survivors seem like a daycare.

Rayan just kept screaming as Cole continued taking tissue samples from here and there. He couldn’t even think. It was just pain. Blinding, searing pain, that made Rayan see red.

This wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t.

Not that STS staff would ever care. Especially not after Gale’s death, and Simon’s leave.

He was in so much pain that he’d barely noticed when it had stopped. It lingered so strongly that he felt like he could just curl up and die, right there. Even as the cut was stitched back up carefully. It hurt, and it hurt bad.

But he knew that, even if he wanted to, he couldn’t die. But it hurt so, so bad.

“Now, we ask again,” Helix spoke, as Cole sorted the samples. “On a scale of one to ten…”

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A/N: oh boy this is. so rushed. idk i’m still getting used to writing whump stuff i can never quite get it right without feeling icky.

anywho!! Rayan belongs to the spectacular @v-3-ll-1-ch-0-r (a.k.a @v-3-ll-1-g-0-r-3 ), and the prompt is courtesy of @rookthebird.

[ash-isnt-writing]

“Aw, Vanté, did everyone forget your birthday? Again? Ah, well, path of the course, I suppose. You should start getting used to it. After all, you’re just our test subject. You don’t get any special treatment. You’re 40 centuries old, Vanté. Nothing lasts forever, you should know that well.”