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[craykaycee]

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[project-rebirth]

“Ah..!”

He woke up from a very disturbing dream involving his significant other and his heart is racing, his eyes darting all over the place his thoughts frantic, and his emotions in chaos.

He had to find her. Everything else was irrelevant. The first thing he had to do before anything else was find her!

[redhxnded-archive-blog]

[daydreammechanic]

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          “I did,” The cyborg would firmly reply, closing the curtain that separated Alex’s ‘room’ from the rest of his test subjects. He’s only chained one of his friend’s legs to the end of his cot— allowing him much more freedom than the other lab rats. “It wasn’t like it was on purpose, though. She was acting out, so I sedated her to calm her down. How was I supposed to know that it’d react badly with the drug I gave her this morning?” The look on his face shows no sign of remorse or guilt— in fact, he’s making some tea for the two of them as if nothing had happened. He’s really gone off the deep end.

          “Her testing wasn’t going well, anyway, so it’s no real loss. These subjects are a dime a dozen— I’ll find somebody to replace her soon enough.” Lazare would pour the tea into two mugs, nimble hands sneaking a suspicious liquid into his friend’s cup. He has to keep him cooperative somehow, right? A little bit of a sedative won’t do much other than keep him nice and drowsy. A hand would extend outward to offer him the mug, a delicate smile present on his features. “—Ah, but I’d never be able to replace you, Alex! I’ll keep you safe here with me forever. Come on now, drink up.” 

Lazare honestly scared him sometimes... And this only reminded Alex just why he feared the cyborg. He killed someone, and it was just oh so obvious that he felt nothing over her death. It was terrifying, that someone who acted so gentle, could be so remorseless. So dismissive of another life... "W...Will you at least take her body somewhere it could be found...?" Alex asked, his fingers gripping lightly at the edge of his cot.  "To give her family some closure? I think I heard her talking about a husband and children..."

He could remember when the other wasn't like this. Vaguely. That was probably the only thing saving Alex's life; He and Lazare were friends, after all. As unhealthy as it was now, the cyborg still took relatively good care of him. And...he supposed he was grateful for that.

The male couldn't help but smile slightly at the offered mug, taking it with a nod. "Thanks, Laz..." He took a small sip, unaware of the sedatives. Or probably just didn't mind them anymore, if he did know.

Lazare kept him safe. And if that was the way to do it, he probably wouldn't have questioned it.

[biggayprincess]