forum The Drug (Asylum/Lab RP) [closed]

Started May 24, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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(Alright lol)

“I didn’t do it on purpose, I’m sorry,” Vaughn said quickly. He didn’t like that he somehow caused Kaz pain, even though he didn’t mean to. He rested his hands on his lap instead, glancing around the room.

“It’s okay, love,” Kaz assured him. “You didn’t mean to.” Suddenly, an idea crept into his mind. He rolled over, rummaging through the bedside table until he pulled out a crayon. “Hey, do me a favor and try to crush this in one hand,” he said, tossing the crayon to him as he sat up

Vaughn caught the crayon and arched a brow at Kaz. “Okay…” He said slowly, brow furrowed. He closed his fist around the crayon, seemingly crushing it with ease. “It’s just a crayon…”

"Are you kidding? Hold on, let me show you what you just did," Kaz scoffed, reaching into the bedside table and pulling out another crayon. He put it in one hand, and he frowned in concentration as he struggled to even get the crayon to crack a few times. He tossed it in a nearby trashcan after showing it to Vaughn. "Vaughn, I think you might have mutated."

“Okay, so I can break a crayon. That doesn’t mean anything,” Vaughn protested. He didn’t want to mutate, didn’t want to be some freak. And it just made him stronger. He couldn’t control it, and that meant that he could hurt people, like Kaz.

"Okay, uh…" Kaz sat there for a moment, staring at the floor as he thought. Suddenly, he hopped up, wincing as a bit of black blood began to drip from his nose again at the movement. He ignored it, walking into the bathroom and grabbing one of the glass cups inside. "Here, crush this one-handed," he said, handing it to Vaughn as he wiped at his nose

“I’m going to cut my hand open if I do this. You realize that, right?” Vaughn asked. Maybe a glass wasn’t the best thing to try and break. He held the cup carefully in his hand, frowning down at it.

"Uh…Hold on," Kaz said, rummaging around the bedside table for a towel. "Put that around the cup. It'll make it harder to break, and it'll keep you from stabbing yourself," he said as he tossed Vaughn the towel

“Right..” Vaughn said, catching the towel. He wrapped it around the cup, frowning as he squeezed his hand around it. He narrowed his eyes as he squeezed it for a moment longer, and he could hear it begin to crack, but he couldn’t break it.

"Yep. Congrats Vaughn, you have officially mutated. Just be thankful that you didn't get fucked over by lighting or some shit," Kaz said as he leaned back against the pillows again

“Yeah, that didn’t happen, but I hurt you,” Vaughn muttered with a heavy frown. He decided to keep his hands to himself, not trusting himself to touch Kaz. Hell, he didn’t want to touch anyone until he figured out how to control himself.

"And I hurt you, too. That seems to be something that just happens with the bullshit that is these mutations. Though I'm sure you'll get the hang of it in a bit like I did," Kaz assured him. He knew he was probably lying, though. Vaughn might not adjust to his newfound power as fast as he had, simply because of their differing genetics. He was already a monster. He just needed a little help to become one entirely

“Yeah, maybe,” Vaughn said with a brief sigh. He sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at his hands. What if he wasn’t able to control this? What if he just went to barely touch Kaz, and he accidentally broke something?

"Here, uh. Why don't we try practicing together?" Kaz suggested, rolling out of the bed again. He wiped his nose as a drop of black blood began to leak from it again, frowning lightly at how stained his hand was now. He decided he didn't care as he moved so that he was next to Vaughn

“You’re bleeding, you should lay down,” Vaughn said with a frown. He tried to avoid the subject of his mutation, and Kaz was sitting too close to him now. He clenched his hands in his lap, avoiding his gaze.

"It's a stupid nosebleed, I'm not gonna die. C'mon Vaughn, I want you to figure this out a little so I can cuddle you," Kaz protested. He secretly really wanted Vaughn to massage him again because his joints were beginning to ache again, but he would never admit that. "Here, I'll go first," he said, holding a hand out. He squinted at it, holding it away from Vaughn. After a few moments a bright arc of violet electricity arced across his hand. "Try to get it to where you're barely doing anything."

Vaughn’s jaw clenched tightly as he looked over at the purple electricity. “What am I supposed to test on? I’d just break it anyways, so it shouldn’t be anything important.”

"Uh…More crayons?" Kaz suggested, reaching for the nightstand again. He pulled out the pack of crayons he had found earlier, handing it to Vaughn before sitting up again

Vaughn took the box from Kaz, opening it as carefully as he could. Though instead of just opening it, he ripped the tab off. He gave a frustrated huff and set it aside, dumping out a crayon into his hand,

"Just close your eyes and imagine the crayon is like, a fluffy puppy or something," Kaz suggested with a shrug. He stared down at his hand, holding it away as he concentrated on it. Instead of getting a smaller flash of electricity, the bolt he produced nearly extended up to his elbow. "God damn it," he muttered

Vaughn clenched his jaw as he nodded, shutting his eyes tight. He tried to do his best to concentrate as he closed his first around the crayon. But as hard as he tried to be gentle, it was crushed anyways.

"I'm lazy as hell, you'd think I'd be able to half-ass zapping something," Kaz muttered to himself. Then he got an idea. "Wonder if I can zap myself," he mused. He scooted a bit away from Vaughn, holding one arm out and the other hand a bit away from it. He squinted at his arm, and a small bolt of electricity hit his forearm. It did nothing, as he thought. "Huh."

Vaughn grunted in response, dropping another crayon into his hand. He took a shuddering breath, trying to concentrate enough so it wouldn’t crumble in his hand. But that crayon did too, breaking into pieces once he closed his fist.

Kaz sighed. Suddenly, an idea came to mind. He turned towards the dresser next to the bed, closing his eyes as he imagined not a dresser, but Vaughn in front of him. He took a deep breath, holding a hand out towards the dresser. There was a small flash, and a single, small bolt of electricity moved out from his finger to zap the dresser. Kaz cracked an eye open, and he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face at the pinprick mark he had left. "Vaughn, I did it! I half-ass zapped the dresser!"