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(Based loosely off of Undertale and Alphys’ “True Lab” episode from the True Pacifist ending. Because it’s extremely inspiring to me, okay? I will be using the general idea of “life force” in turn for Determination, and monster-like creatures (that resulted after the attempts). I will also be using SOULs though very very loosely.
This explanation is for those who have seen/played Undertale and were wondering where it came from.)
“He was so well known,” A woman remarked to her husband as they crossed over a fine walking path. It led down into what looked like a graveyard. Graves stuck up from the ground like fingers on many large humans. They had faded, unintelligible names written on them.
“I know he was. Let us come from here. We will get hurt.” He looped his arm with his wife’s and continued walking.
They were wrong. He— the poorly scientist— led a sad life. He had bent over his desk for years, years, wasting his life away in search for a second chance. To help those with terminal illnesses live a longer, healthier life! He had found the key to life, an intricate mixture of certain mixtures of chemicals. He tested them immediately on willing subjects, taking them from family in hopes that they would eventually return to them, healthy. Happy.
But the mixture had terrible results. It melted their skin, made them shriek in agony as they were morphed with those of the same illness. They’ve become… monsters. They attacked when hungry. They lashed at the poor scientist with long, skin-colored tentacles or tried to stab him with huge spikes when he neglected to feed them, purely by accident.
He couldn’t let them out. He hastily made up the excuse of “Oh they died before I could do anything” and even made them makeshift graves. He also couldn’t let them out because he had made human nightmares. They were huge, twenty feet long, and depending on the illness, skinny or plump. They had huge, wild and rolling eyes, all varying in color for each of the morphed, disgusting heads on each monster.
He kept his lab in darkness, his huge overground area light for when he dwelled upstairs. It was how the monsters liked it, since the light hurt their eyes.
The monsters soon learned to respect and even like the small scientist. He was not so disrespected and lashed at, unless by accident by one of the larger monsters.
Some are small, since one or two might’ve been in that area, but the biggest ones were that of heart disease, lung diseases and cancers. They were the most horrifically disgusting, with limbs of all shapes, sizes and even ages. Some were wrinkled and aged along the back, front, sides of the thing, others were adult, man, woman, child… all along these things that dwelled within his lab. They were all a pale-ish color, though they all had different ethnicities. Their eyes were all over their bodies, and their legs were lost in the mess of lumpy organs on the squishy inside of the broad-chested girth of the poor monsters. They just had heads, barely a hair, and eyes.
Then, about ten years later, someone wandered along with a few friends on a hiking trail. Their friends have turned back away from the large, seemingly abandoned mansion with a “DO NOT TRESPASS” sign out front. Well… let’s just say that they trespassed, and never set foot out again.
Roles-
The Scientist (and Monsters): Me
The Curious Person:
Rules-
- Yes, this will be absolutely horrific.
- Please do not join if you have a strong, easily offended personality. I will be talking a lot about certain diseases for this story.
- I have the right to say NO. DO NOT MAKE A SCENE IF I TELL YOU NO.
- I’d like some shipping here.
- Preferrably someone I know and who has good grammar.