Sorry for taking so long, and yeah. I can post!
Griffin had been waiting in an alley downtown with their robot companion, Subject C. Subjects A and B had been complete and utter failures, so thus, Subject C. However, Griffin had grown tired of robots after they had managed to create a fully sentient one, so they were expanding their horizons to more biological matters. This complicated things when they couldn’t find the right person to test on. Too thin to tolerate the experiments, too tall for the examination table, too short for the examination table, too thick-headed to be worthwhile, too old to survive anything Griffin could do to them. So they waited, until suddenly, coming up ahead, the perfect man, the perfect subject.
Tyler wasn’t necessarily paying attention to where he was going, just wandering around town, enjoying the scenery. He had just moved a few weeks ago and was still getting used to the area. So meaningless strolls were his way of getting acquainted. He barely even noticed Griffin, too caught up in his own thoughts.
Griffin motioned to Subject C, and the android pounced, wrapping a hand around the man’s mouth before he could even scream. The android was much stronger than the other man, and before you knew it he was handcuffed in the spacious back of a red van, a barrier between them so he wouldn’t be getting any ideas and tinted windows to avoid suspicion.
And…this was not at all how Tyler had been expecting his day to go, to say the very least. Only once he was trapped in the van did he really have time to process everything that had just happened, and even then, it didn’t make much sense. So all he could do was wait, he supposed.
When they got to Griffin’s home, it was dark. The air was cool and crisp, and smelled like rain. Well, it always smelled like rain, out here thing always rained or had just rained, so it was constantly damp and dreary. However, the view of the lake was spectacular, and Griffin’s small manor rested on a hill overlooking the place. Subject C slung Tyler over its shoulder and began to walk into the house, paying no mind to any struggle the man might make. Out here, nobody was around to hear you scream.
And of course Tyler did try to fight back. He was, after all, pretty strong for a human. He kept trying to break free, even knowing it probably wouldn’t work. He muttered out a stream of curse words as he went.
Subject C just kept carrying the man, silently, feeling a little shy and a little embarrassed in equal measure. Griffin was over the moon, however, taking the man down to their lab and strapping him down on an examination table, taking out some very, very sharp looking tools and trinkets.
“What are you going to do with me?” He asked, his voice surprisingly steady for a man who had just been kidnapped off the street. And while he wasn’t used to that, he was used to dealing with some crazy people.
“I’m going to make you… better. I’m going to make a perfect human. You’re already almost there, it won’t be hard.” Griffin said, sounding a little bit deranged and very, very, very dangerous.
“People aren’t meant to be perfect.” He replied. He could tell that Griffin was very much insane, at least from his perspective. “Literally the purpose of humanity is to make mistakes. People can’t be perfect.”
“Of course they can! I’m going to remove the evil from you, and then mold you into a being that makes a mockery of the angels. Isn’t that not obvious?” they said, loading a syringe with a strange green liquid and taking an alcohol swab to clean the site of injection-the base of Tyler’s neck.
“It’s not sustainable for a human to live like that.” He continued, honestly a bit surprised that he still sounded so calm. “What’s the point in doing it anyway? Why would you want someone perfect?”
“Just to see if I can. I don’t have much else to do. You’re either going to become a perfect being, or turn into a lizard, so either way I’m getting a good result.” they shrugged.
Now that made the panic start to kick in a bit. Because who in the hell would be okay with possibly being turned into a lizard? Not him, that’s for sure. But it was too late to do anything now.
Griffin was about to inject Tyler, but then stopped. “Actually, I should go eat lunch. And I should have been recording my progress. No real scientist goes on an empty stomach and doesn’t record their progress. I’ve been slacking!” they said, almost triumphantly.
Tyler couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of relief as the other pulled away. Since he now had a bit of extra time, he once again tried to escape.
The restraints were too strong, however, and allowed for no escape. When Subject C noticed Tyler moving about, it only tightened them. “I’m sorry about Griffin. I told them they weren’t ready to test on humans, to use more mice, or something, but they just wouldn’t listen.”
“Eh it’s okay.” He said, even though honestly, it wasn’t. But he figured it’d do him some good to be nice.
“I don’t even believe in all that perfect being bullshit. Human morality is far too complicated to determine anything, but Griffin is sure there’s an answer. Sorry if you end up all scaly-like and monstery, my paren- Griffin, I mean, just won’t listen.” Subject C said as the enby left.
He nodded a bit in agreement. “Well there’s nothing I can do to stop it now I suppose.” He said, and would’ve shrugged if he could’ve.
“Well it is unfair to you, even if I have to play along with things. Griffin just won’t stop, you know?” C said, a little worried. “Because… I fear for them, you know? They’re always pushing themself to hard, it’s unhealthy!”
“Oh? And what exactly do you want me to do with this information?” If there was something he could do to convince this so called ‘Griffin’, he’d sure as hell give it a try.
“I’m sorry, I was just venting to you unnecessarily. I’ll be quiet now.” Subject C said softly, turning its face away.
He softened a bit. “It’s alright. Not like I have anything better to occupy my time with anyway.”
“It’s not as if I can release you, or I would. Griffin would totally ground me if I did, which would suck.” it said to Tyler.
