#subject 01

[lost-mimiktwo]

“Have we met before?” “Do I know you?”

Just commissioned this scene redraw from @xxtc-96xx who did absolutely amazing.

[inkwell-and-dagger]

THE CLAIRVOYANT

hi guys....... first drabble of 2026.......... WE'RE SO BACK

contains: drugging, multiple whumpees, lab whump, whumperee, reluctant whumper, restraints, implied feral whumpee, loosely implied blind whumpee

if there's anything I need to add from the list above, please let me know!!!!!

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It was never easy to see her these days, no matter how many years passed. No matter how much Doctor Ellis assured him that she was truly docile now. That she wouldn't harm a fly, much less a good friend — but Illya had learned by now to distinguish whether these promises were hollow or hopeful.

He hesitated at the door to her room, balancing a tray of food in one hand and a key in the other. The door itself was a mess of white paint and rotting wood; a little sign bolted to the door read PATIENT 001 in Doctor Ellis's handwriting. Once, there had also been a little window in the door, to observe the room from a safe distance. That had been boarded shut years ago — she liked it dark, apparently. Either that, or Doctor Ellis didn't want to risk her breaking through the pane of glass again and squeezing herself out into the hall.

Pushing the key into the lock, he turned it slowly. Then, kicking the bottom of the door once, twice, thrice — he slowly pried it open. "It's me."

The room was pitch black, as usual — the smell of rot and misery was rich today. Strong and stuffy. Illya squeezed himself into the room, laying the tray on the ground, and he closed the door. "It's me," he whispered. "It's Illya. I don't have anything else, just food."

It was foolish to expect a reply, but a weight settled in his stomach when the room remained silent. He could vaguely make out a lump of limbs and hair against the back wall; a metronome of steady breathing. "Okay, that's okay." Clearing his throat, he inched to his right. "I'm gonna turn the lights on—"

The rattling of chains was enough to send Illya flinching, pressing his palms against the wall to steady himself. "You don't scare me," he ground out. "One light. Not all of them, okay? Just one, you know I have to." His hand fluttered across the wall until it hit the switch; his fingertips settled on one, before slowly flicking it down.

A light in the corner flickered to life with a buzz, illuminating the room in a sickly pale glow. It left the majority of the room in shadow, but it was enough for him to see her. A shock of black matted hair, eyes paler than the moon. Illya crossed the room to the tray again, and picked it up with a sigh. "Good morning, Eve."

The thing in the corner was something that Illya could once call a dear friend. Illya watched as she curled into herself in the corner, willing herself to melt into them; thick manacles bound her hands to the back wall by rusted lengths of chain. With every movement, no matter how small, they clinked and clattered, slithering like living things.

"Are you real?" Her voice croaked and rasped painfully.

"Yes. It's okay, I'm here."

Her eyes stalked him as Illya neared, setting the tray down again — this time, at her feet. "How are you feeling?"

"Bad."

"Right," Illya sighed, sitting cross-legged across from her. "Has Docto—"

"Don't talk about that thing."

Illya faltered at the hiss in her voice and fell silent. Eve turned her head away to gaze at the wall, itching a scab on her leg. "I know what you would have asked."

"I know."

"I have not been seen by her yet."

"Ah, that's good. That's good. How—" Illya stared at the floor. "I'm sorry for not visiting, Eve. She… I've been kept busy."

She laughs. Its a rare and heaving sound; a rough exhale of breath that shakes her entire body. "Tell me."

"Well, first of all, the others have been rowdy. Sam especially — I've told you about Samael before, right?"

"Yes."

"There's also been a new arrival. Very new. A sweet little thing, only a tot. It was taken right from its home."

Eve turned to glance at him again, though their eyes never met. Her expression didn't change, except for a small frown tugging the ends of her mouth. "What is its name?"

"I don't know. All I've been told to do is take care of it."

"You're her servant."

Illya said nothing in response.

He turned to lean his back against the wall, adjusting the tray's position between them, plucking something away. Brushing a strand of hair from her face, Eve searched the tray with her hand; when the pads of her fingers collided with a small pot of porridge, she smiled. "Thank you.

"You know," lifting the pot up to her chin, Eve held the spoon in thin fingers and stirred mindlessly, "I would like to build a family. When we get out of here."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Can I be their godfather?"

"Yes."

The conversation stopped. Illya stared at Eve for a moment, smile fading as he twisted something in his hand.

Eve froze as she felt a small, pinching sensation rise in her neck. Illya pushed down the plunger of the syringe and ripped it away just as fast, pressing her head to his shoulder with one hand and embracing her with the other.

Eve flailed and fought, clawing at his back until she tore the fabric of his shirt and drew blood. The chains on her wrists clattered against each other, rising in a cacophony of scraping metal. Illya didn't shove her away, even as pain welled where she'd ripped his skin, letting her screech into his shoulder. "I'm sorry," he breathed, "I'm so sorry, I have to, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

It felt like an eternity had passed before she finally stopped fighting, slumping down into his lap. He scrabbled out from beneath her, breath hitching from gasps to sobs.

The door opened with a groan. "Is it ready?"

Clicking footsteps approached him from behind, and Derwyn gently patted him on the arm. Illya couldn't watch as she dragged Eve by the hair onto her back and crouched down to undo the manacles. "Good job. I didn't know you had it in you, Illya."

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btw should I make 01 her own ask blog??? I feel like it'd be interesting okay yeah I'm gonna do it once I've posted this

PLEASE BE KIND I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN A WHILE

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[werewolf240moon]

KiHaru Ekuri Subject 01

@poizongirl

[kheprrison-arts]

Perfect (Chapter Five)

Fandom: Mianite Chapters: 5/? Summary: A life-long experiment between two unlikely partners finally comes to completion. Some sad shit happens.

The next day he Death had immediately found his way to his office to do some needed research and planning. He’d expect Botan would attempt to sneak in whatever facility Riaxahl was being held in as one of the scientists or guards or whoever worked there. He had printed out a map of the place, having contacted someone in the facility as another dude needing to figure out where his station was. Thank god these people are dumb-asses, Death snorted to himself and taking the paper when it finished printing. He set the paper down flat and started to mark places that were important and which were not. He circled the security room that most likely had all the monitors that showed camera views or something, while he also marked other places like vents and whatnot that would lead to Riaxahl’s room.

Lots of marking and planning later, Death looked up to check the clock. A good two hours passed which means Botan should’ve been in his office by now. He hummed and rolled up the paper, deeming it finished. Of course he had printed out an extra copy just in case. He left his office and walked down the hall towards Botan’s, passing the bloodstain that he still needs to clean.

He opened the door and found the room empty, yet the light by the desk was on. So he was here. Death sighed and walked over to the desk, setting down the rolled up paper. He was about to leave when he saw a note on the table.

I’ll be in the basement if you need me. Checking on 01.

“Lord,” Death muttered under his breath, taking the small sticky note and crumpling it before throwing it away in the recycling bin beside the trash by the door. He did actually find how funny it was seeing Botan writing in English, the man only ever writes in Russian or that weird dead language he speaks. He swore he saw him writing in mandarin once. His handwriting is so tiny and scribbly, almost hard to read.

It’s actually kinda cute.

Death nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand on his shoulder from behind him. He turned to see his partner, visibly relaxing until he saw the distraught expression staining his usually blank face.

“Botan?” Death whispered, placing a hand on his partner’s shoulder. “Are you okay? What happened?” The white lines of his face contorted into confusion. He was genuinely worried for his older partner as this is the most emotion he would ever show.

Botan didn’t say anything, and neither did he take his hand away from Death’s shoulder. Instead he pulled him closer and held him tightly, resting his head into his shoulder.

“What happened?” He asked again, hoping to get a straight answer out of him. “Botan?” He asked, surprised when he heard a short sob. “Hey, man… can you at least show me what happened?” After a few seconds Botan let go of his partner, taking in a deep breath before letting it out and walking out of his office. Death quickly followed him, both entering the elevator down the hallway. The doors closed and Death’s heart sank when he saw Botan press the button that said B1. He didn’t know what happened but he knew that it wasn’t good. “Are you going to be okay?” He asked, watching their reflection. Botan may not have physically cried in front of Death (though he was close to) he could tell he did earlier. Whatever happened in the basement ruined him and such a scar probably won’t heal for a long while.

Botan did not answer. Death just hoped it wouldn’t affect their personal lives in any way.

The elevator stopped but the doors didn’t open. Death looked over to see Botan’s finger on the Close Doors button with his eyes closed. “It’s okay,” Death whispered, the lines of his face moving to a frown with his brows furrowed. He pressed the Open Doors button, opening the doors. Botan walked out first, leading Death into the foggy room they were in yesterday.

Death gasped, seeing 01’s head peeking out of the fog and lying on the floor on the side. Botan sat on his knees by 01’s snout, resting his head on the worn scales. “I…” Death couldn’t make out what to say, kneeling beside his partner and put a hand on his back. “I’m sorry,” Death whispered. He took his other hand and placed it on 01’s nose. He got a confirming nod from his partner and seconds later 01’s entire body turned gray and started falling apart into dust, displacing itself in the whole room. A heap of dust replacing what used to be a good snake companion. He drew his hand back, his other still on Botan’s back while he watched his partner grieve over his loss.

Death repositioned himself, getting comfortable on where he sat. He knew this would be a while. He sighed, Botan falling to the side and laying down in Death’s lap. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Death’s heart sank when he stayed with his partner as he was completely broken now. He didn’t know what would happen to Botan after this day, but he hoped everything would be okay soon. Sure Death wasn’t a fan of 01 but he still felt horrible about its death.

“He’s in better place now,” Death whispered, rubbing his distraught partner’s side trying to comfort him. “I can promise you that.”

[fierce-fire-dayne]

Tried drawing some Overwatch OC’s in poses for fun, here is Firestarter leaning, Subject 01 crouching and Visor laughing.

babbling under the cut

Even though Visor is the most sketchy and I had to copypaste his left leg, he’s my favourite of the three - don’t get me wrong I’m hecka happy with how Firestarter came out, I actually tried to draw her nicely so I love her line art, I’m just really pleased with Visor.

(Also I had to completely redesign Subject 01′s boots because my original design was horrific, who let me get away with that??)

[kheprrison-arts]

Mianite- Perfect (Chapter Four)

Fandom: Mianite

Chapters: 4/?

Summary: A life-long experiment between two unlikely partners finally comes to completion

Botan woke up, almost like he had been falling as he suddenly gripped the armrests of the lazyboy chair he had slept in. He grunted, calming down when he saw Death on the black couch across from him, also asleep. He wouldn’t have seen the younger man if there weren’t any white lining around his body that expressed his features. He slowly stood from the chair, holding his head from the pounding headache that started to form. Botan almost fell back, his legs wobbly, but he was able to keep himself standing by leaning on the chair.

He felt ridiculous.

After a couple minutes, Botan finally steadied himself on his feet. He took the time to stretch his back and shoulders, his bones popping. “Oh…” he groaned, setting his lower back, “that’s not a friendly sound.”

“No sound coming from you is friendly,” he heard Death mutter, his voice nearly muffled out in the black leather couch.

“Thanks, Smartass,” Botan growled, peering over his shoulder with a nasty glare in his sharp onyx eyes while he rubbed his back.

“Welcome,” Death’s smirk was just barely visible, his snout between two of the couch’s cushions. He lifted his head and even if it were hard to tell, Botan knew Death was giving off a snarky look. He always has, the younger man is sassy in the mornings. “I think you’re getting too old nowadays,” he chuckled while Botan went to go to his room to mope. “You can’t just ignore it! You’re aging!”

Death could just barely hear his partner yell from across the house, “Piss off!”

“I can’t believe you didn’t make me breakfast,” Botan muttered while his partner unlocked the front door to their lab.

Death only shrugged and let Botan walk in first before asking, “So what exactly do you do to the bodies of the subjects after they’re exterminated?” As they walked passed the spot where 301 was, Death saw Botan visibly become confused before it clicking and the two walked passed his office and into 301’s cell.

“You’ll see,” Botan said and slung the limp body over his shoulder with less disgust than Death thought he’d have. Then again this is Botan, what even makes him gag? Botan glanced at Death for a split second, making his younger partner realize that his thoughts didn’t go unheard.

“Sorry,” Death mumbled. How could he have forgotten his partner’s uncanny ability to hear the thoughts of others? Though he isn’t surprised, Botan is capable of many things that not even Death is aware of.

The two had walked over to the elevator way on the other end on the hallway. There were no stairs, just elevators that led to the top floors as well as the basement. The basement happened to be where they were going, but Death wasn’t aware of that.

When Death hadn’t looked, Botan pressed the button to go down to the basement which was the only floor below them. “I might as well tell you now,” Botan said, 301 still slung over his shoulder, “I have ichthyophobia.”

“Really?” Death asked, his voice high pitched. “That’s odd.”

Botan frowned and gave an exasperated shrug. The rest of the elevator ride down was silent and awkward. You could practically hear the tension. This was common between the two, they rarely communicated at home and if they did it was usually one of them making fun of the other or just simple grunts. This is because Botan always knew what was in Death’s mind, not that he can help it. His telepathy isn’t controlled, he never figured out how to control it as it was always involuntary. Thoughts would just come flying at him from people he doesn’t know and it’s what started his hatred for people and nearly started his sadistic nature.

For as long as he’s lived he has become – as he describes it – numb. He could care less what people are thinking or feeling, all he feels he needs is some spark, even if it were rare, to get his senses going again. This is where he took his sadistic nature from: the need to feel something. The need to cause pain in others just so he can get that adrenaline running. The thought of someone coming after him after harming someone is what kept him going, yet he knew no one could really hurt him.

Even if it were one of his own subjects; it’s happened. One of his subjects, many times bigger than himself, has tried to eat him but all he had to do was tear off its jaw and smash it’s skull in. It was simple. A small task, nothing he wasn’t used to by now.

The elevator dinged, signaling that they made it to the basement, but before the door opened Botan had quickly jabbed the “close doors” button. Death was confused to say the least. He turned to Botan who had already been looking down on him with a bored look. He always looks bored.

Botan chuckled, the frown on his face giving off an eerie atmosphere. “You’ll hate me for this,” he said and jabbed the “open doors” button. The doors opened (no shit) and revealed a dark room. Fog clouding most of the room gave off that fear Death could feel rising in his chest because he knew exactly where they were.

They were in the basement.

A deep rumbling came from Death while he glared at Botan. “What the actual fuck, Dude?”

Botan shrugged, “You wanted to know what I did with the bodies.” Death saw a sly smirk tug at the corner of his lips, threatening to show emotion. Botan winked and took 301 by his leg and slung the dead body into the room, disturbing the fog when it collided with the floor with a resounding thump. Death shivered.

Almost immediately Death gave out a shriek when the fog moved just slightly, being distorted by another presence in the room. The shriek was truly caused not by the fog moving but by the large, snake-like mouth suddenly striking through the white mist and engulfing the small lifeless body compared to it.

Th…that’s what Botan does with these things? He thought to himself, essentially shrieking in his head. At this point he didn’t care about what Botan heard. “I…” Death stammered, speechless. How could he have not realized the sudden disappearance of the subjects’ bodies were linked to Botan feeding 01?

By the looks of the snake head as it pull itself slowly back into the fog Death now knew why Botan was never afraid of 01 escaping. The elevator shaft was too small for the humongous body of this leviathan-like snake.

“Well now you know,” Botan chuckled, staring off into the fog. “And now you won’t ask anymore questions."

Death only stayed silent, the only part of him showing any movement were the white lines of his features which moved almost jerkily whether or not the shadowed being was still like now. He let out a small breath, he hadn’t realized that Botan still showed some sort of care towards another being. Especially on the level of feeding it himself. He didn’teven care about himself enough to do that! Sort of.

“I… I don’t know what I was expecting,” Death muttered more to himself while his partner started walking into the large room. He wasn’t sure how big 01 had gotten since the last time he saw him, but to be truthful he really didn’t want to know. But as the way of life, he knew exactly that he would be getting his answer sometimes today.

Death sighed and followed his partner when he stopped and motioned to come over. He walked cautiously across the room while making sure he wasn’t stepping on anything… scaly. He reached his partner quickly, standing closer to him than he would like. “Where is he?” Death asked in a whisper, though whispering happened to be useless since Death’s voice echoed out into the fog.

Botan chuckled, the deep noise also echoing and making Death shudder. He knew exactly why Botan is feared, just hearing that bone chilling laugh in a dark alley would be anyone’s worst nightmare.

Botan stretched out his hand and started making a clicking noise with his tongue. After a few seconds of the echo of Botan’s clicking the snout of 01 slowly emerged from the fog and brushed itself against Botan’s palm. The mauve scales of the large reptilian reflected off the light that shone through the fog—the light of its own four eyes.

“He’s not that scary,” Botan said, his face still black and he rubbed his palm against 01’s large plated snout. 01’s tongue flicked out, making a subtle vibrating noise when flickering.

Death knew at some point Botan would attempt to show that 01 isn’tas bad as he thought he was. Ever since the incident with 01, 02, and 03, he has held a sort of fear when around 01 or 03 or even any of the mutated subjects that Botan tends to hide around.

Death hesitantly approached 01, sucking in his fear. He jumped slightly when he placed a hand on its snout and almost jumped out of his skin when he felt the hard plating covering it. The plates felt rough and worn yet he knew they’d protect it from any coming danger.

“I thought so,” Botan chuckled, patting 01’s snout. Death nearly screamed when the floor moved, nearly making him fall over. “By the way we’re standing on him,” Botan laughed while Death fell over and onto 01’s scales protecting his body. 01 pulled its head back and away from the two, disappearing into the fog.

“I hate you so much,” Death growled and slowly stood. He quickly walked over to the elevator, jamming the button to go to the first floor so he could get some work done.

A/N: Sorry this chapter might’ve sucked a bit, I’ve been extremely distracted if you couldn’t tell. But I still hope it’s okay. Though I will probably post a bonus chapter after this at some point, so maybe y’allcan look forward to that.

(also before anyone asks: ichthyophobia is the fear of fish whether it’d be touching/eating raw, cooked, or dead fish.

[kheprrison-arts]

Here we have a better look at subject 01, inspired by the Eyelash Viper (one of my favorite snakes). Botan refuses to put 01 down, being his first ever and first successful experiment and all. 01's head is about 880 yards wide, which should be half a mile. He is actually one of the least hostile subjects of Botan who visits him almost every other day and once every week or month will feed him any exterminated subjects. When distressed, 01's jagged spikes on his jaws will fan out to appear bigger and more threatening. Most of his mauve scales are worn and scarred as if from a fight. He is known for blowing out smoke or "fog" through his nostrils to hide him in his secluded room, but will always show his presence when Botan is around too keep him company. Anyway, hope y'all enjoyed 01 :3

[kheprrison-arts]

Botan and his favorite subject. This subject will be introduced in chapter 4 (and three sorta). Also before anyone says anything, yes I essentially recycled the other drawing of Botan that I did. Subject 01 is Botan's favorite subject of all. In fact it's one of the only subjects Botan refuses to exterminate. Whenever he has free time on the job he goes and visits 01 just to give him attention. Other times he's feeding it when he has found food for it. What Botan feeds the thing is unknown to Death, and his partner has always refused to tell or show him until he actually asks when he was about to go and feed it. (This is when 01 is introduced.) Anyway. This morning I did a good drawing of 01 that I intend to post immediately after introducing it in chapter four. Chapter Three is in progress and will be posted either tonight or tomorrow morning. Hope y'all liked this :3