Experimentals (reboot 2)

The skinless man walked over to the others and stood in front of them, he gave them a skinless smile.

" Hello...I am Perro….And I think i'll be staying here....."

He held out his hand waiting for a handshake.

 

OOT: No problem, it's a learning experience and you'll get the hang of it as you go.

"Well--"
Klaus was quickly cut off by yet another strange occurrence at the warehouse.

Klaus, clearly looking like a man who just wants some peace and quiet already, rubs his temples and lets out a slight groan.
"It's probably just Jacque. I wouldn't worry about it, this isn't really our problem."
But even as he said that, he knew that Leah's compassionate nature would lead her-- and by extension, him-- to get involved with helping these newcomers as well.

Klaus shrugged.
"Honestly? I've more or less lost track of what's happening at this point, but I'm sure it'll work itself out in good time."


OOT: I know, pretty short post, but I forgot what I was gonna post before I went on my "midterm hiatus" lol.

 

Perro smiled at Leah and listened to her questions and in return he gave her simple replies.

" No....It doesn't hurt that much....."

He then took the kit from Leah and answered her next question.

" The others.....are outside....."

He then listened to Leah introduce herself and Klaus, causing Perro to stare at him.

" Yes.....you both seem to be......lovely......people.....please don't worry about me....I will make sure my savoir shows me around....as for food..i'm also....very....hungry...."

He stared at Leah and Klaus, licking his skinless lips at them and gave them another skinless smile.

" Maybe....we could go somewhere private and eat together....alone...."

But Before Perro could do anything else, a bunch of freed experiments came marching through the entrance.
The experiments walked over to Perro and smiled at the two strangers before them.
The talking basketball rolled over to Leah and Klaus looking up at them.

" Wow for an organization that's considered a big threat you'd think they'd look manlier....but hey who am I to judge? "

The ball then rolled away from them and soon Jacque came into the warehouse, his eyes widened as he saw Klaus and Leah.

" I was afraid they would still be here...."

And with that said Jacque walked over to Leah and Klaus waiting for his scolding.

 

Name: [REDACTED]
Codename: Hound
Creation Date: [REDACTED]
Experimental Change: Wendigo
Powers: Is a Wendigo
Backstory: Many years ago a group of teenagers went to a cabin in the woods owned by someone's uncle or something. What they didn't know is that they were effectively being kidnapped by a secret organization that were testing out things better left unknown by men. Once the teens had settled into the cabin and begun their cliche teenager things, the agents on site made their move. The cabin was buried in a blizzard and the agents settled in to wait. As food supplies dwindled and cabin fever set in one of the teens finally did what the agents were waiting for. They took one of the old rusty tools, murdered the others and began to feast on their corpses. The unfortunate teen became the legend made real, The Wendigo

TLDR: "Hello there," said a raspy voice to Leah and Klaus and the others. "Thank you for freeing us. How can I ever repay your kindness?"

The hermetic door thunked open, the sudden light falling upon the emaciated corpse like being secured within. It was bound in an old strait jacket with additional restraints for the legs. The facility staff nervously made their way inside as men with automatic rifles took up posts at the door. They quickly lifted the figure up and tossed it onto the gurney where it was secured with thick restraints. As they hustled it out of the room two blood red eyes began to open.

"Sedative, quickly!" a man urgently whispered. Someone gave him a thick needle and it was carelessly jabbed into the corpse's shoulder, the strait jacket bore a stain colored in rust and hundreds of holes from needle pokes. The red eyes slowly closed again.

With wheels squeaking, the staff picked up the pace as they careened the gurney through the halls to their destination. The armed guards keeping pace while trying to keep the body under tight scrutiny for any movement. The bullets would slow it down should the monster stir from its sleep. If it woke they'd keep it occupied as long as they could, before site response team Cryptid showed up to re-secure the specimen.

Suddenly blaring alarms and strobing lights caused the already wound up staff and guards to jump out of their skins. A misstep and a corner brought the gurney crashing over depositing the corpse to the ground, tearing the old leather and loosening the newer additions. Blood read eyes shot open and began to glow with an unholy light. The fabric and leather began to stretch and tear as limbs lengthened with sickening sounds and other parts of the body shifted in a manner that brought a viewer to vomit at the sight of it.

The guards recovered themselves faster than the rest and opened fire on the monster. The bullets ripped through its thin frame throwing brackish blood with every impact. Their magazines ran dry and both reloaded as fast as their hands could move. With one arm the beast reached across the hallway and hacked one guards chest to ribbons with claws already coated with dried blood. Lungs destroyed the man collapsed to the ground. The other reloaded and pulled the trigger again, but soon found his head between the jaws of the beast... then crunch.

The rest of the staff fared similar fates before the monster loped off down the hallway, leaving it's new painting for any who came across it to ponder, "What the #@&% did this!"

The monster fled the facility during the chaos and vanished into the surrounding country. It fell upon a pair of hunters bewildered by the ruckus from over the hill. They were easy prey for the creature and were efficiently skinned like the deer they were hunting.

With more sickening sounds the beast reverted to an anorexic looking human of indeterminate sex. With great care it selected the most undamaged of the hunters clothing and pulled the baggy items on to cover its thin form: thick gloves hid the claws its fingers ended in, a large stocking cap hid the small protrusion of horns from its head, dark shooting glasses hid the red of its eyes and balaclava hid the lower half of its face to conceal the sharp teeth.

It scented something on the wind not terribly far away and it set off in that direction. Its wolf's stride brought it to the warehouse and the crowd that had gathered there. Slipping in at the back of the pack, it waited its turn to enter and see what this strange scent was. It smelled suspiciously like... Power.

"Hello there," said a raspy voice to Leah and Klaus and the others. "Thank you for freeing us. How can I ever repay your kindness?"

 

Klaus said nothing as he stared blankly at the...talking basketball, blinking a few times in disbelief.
"Is this what the Laboratory is investing their money in these days? Maybe they have some kind of master scheme at play, but for the life of me, I have no idea how a talking basketball fits into their plans."
He raised a curious eyebrow.
"Did that basketball just insult me?"
Before he could say anything, the ball rolled away and Jacque appeared.

Klaus threw a harsh glare Jacque's way and took a few steps towards him.
"So, I'm guessing you had fun playing hero today? I sure hope so. You should be happy, you took a big gamble and somehow managed to avoid suffering a horrible, excruciating death at the hands of the Laboratory."
He leaned in a little, his glare intensifying.
"But make no mistake, you were very lucky today. Usually, it doesn't pay off to be a gung-ho, reckless, half-cocked son of a--"
Just then, he was interrupted by another new arrival. With a reluctant sigh, he turned around to face the newcomer, which was his way of telling Jacque "you're free to go."

Klaus couldn't help feeling that something is...off about the person standing in front of him. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he felt that there must be something hiding under all of that conspicuous clothing. However, as a man who could appreciate having a few secrets to keep, Klaus let it slide for now and replied in a flat, barely-interested tone.
"Sure, no problem. The quartermaster can get you set up with supplies and a place to stay, and if you're really set on paying us back, we'll find a way for you to help out around here. So, what's your name?"

 

"My name?" The lean figure wrapped in the bulky outfit tilted their head to ponder the question. "It's been such a terribly long time now since I recalled what it was. The people at that prison used to refer to me as The Hound, or The Wolf. I suppose you can call me Windy."

The person thought about it for a few moments more then shrugged. "That's apt enough for now. So where is this Quartermaster? I would very much like to begin repaying you for what you've done."

 

"Well, It isn't exactly inspired, but Hooty seems to work. Hooty works, what with my new senses. Other than that, I managed to get stuff done, and hopefully I'll figure out how my disappearing works."
Durfey turns to Windy, or at least Windy's general direction.
"Well, apparently we have to contribute to this little society of ours, Windy, but that's kind of normal anywhere you go. I'm kind of new to this as well, so would you like to help each other out?"
OOT:Well, if I already gave a name to the owl, I forgot, so Hooty it is. I've been trying to deal with life one day at a time, but suddenly several days attacked me at once, so I kind of forgot about this for a bit.

 

Windy took the bag with a grateful nod and what may have been an understanding look from behind the mirrored shades as Leah spoke. "I understand," they said and meant it. The few times Windy had been let out of the lab it had been to track down escaped or rogue experiments. None of those missions had been to bring back anything alive, or in one piece. Taking a step past the young woman Windy encountered Durfey, a feathered human with an owl that seemed to stare into Windy's twisted soul. Both of them reminded Windy of chicken.

At the feathered human's words, a smile widened the masked face. "I would be delighted to have the help learning how to live in this place. Consider us... friends."

 

OOT: Let's put my writing skills to the test. I'll just be starting this up here...

Name: Yuran
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Experimental change: His cells have become fused with nanomachine technology, granting the ability to repair damage with any nearby material.
Backstory: Waking up after a freak accident that should have killed him, Yuran finds himself locked in an old cell.
Special abilities: The nanomachines in Yuran's body allows him to manipulate the cell matter of anything he touches.
Strength/ weaknesses: Although his body can adapt to almost any situation, using his powers indiscriminately will only further deteriorate his original fragile human biology.

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"Wake up Yuran. Wake up and embrace eternity."
Yuran eyes jolted open, around him were the cold gray walls of his room. It took him a moment to realize he was in a cell, but where? Where he should have been waking up in either heaven or hell has instead landed him in this unfamiliar place.

Is this a hospital? No hospital room is like this. Where is he and why is he still alive? Thinking back on the accident, he felt a brief pain in his chest. To his shock, his whole body was still intact, albeit slightly different.

My hands... no... this isn't my hand at all! As if waking from a nightmare, he couldn't help but scream.

"It seems the experiment is a success," Yuran looked around his cell once again but couldn't find the source of the voice. It was families, akin to the sounds of his own inner conscious.
"That's right Yuran, I am your voice, or rather the machine that now resides in this body of ours."

Without meaning too, Yuran got up and went up to the cell bars.
The voice in his head spoke again. "I won't bother explaining all of this to you, it would be best to show you."

He grabbed the bars and felt a tingling sensation in his hands. To his shock, the metal began to fuse into his hand, forming a kind of long metal staff.
"That will do for now. Now then Yuran, I'll let you control movement. Let's say we start finding a way out of this place."

 

Yuran scanned his surroundings after leaving the underground cell room. He emerged in what appeared to be an underground bunker, tucked away from civilization.
What is this place?
The idle thought was answered by the voice in his head. "I don't know all the details, but you're not from around here. Your body was found to be suitable for an experiment to see if a human can be fused with me. From what I could gather, the people who found you weren't even sure if you were from this world."
Who are you?
"I'm you. Well, not exactly. I actually don't know where I'm from, but my whole time has been studying those people who experimented on you. They've been searching for a host body suitable to accommodate my... needs."
And where are these people you're talking about? They're not like any doctors I know of.

Silence followed Yuran's inquiry. Despite the strangeness of having a second voice in his mind, it did seem somewhat familiar to his peaceful meditations of his life back home.
"I killed them. Well.... you did the deed actually."
"What!?" Yuran couldn't help but blurt out loud his surprise. "I didn't... I would never..."
"You did, you just weren't conscious at the time. I had to do it to save myself from them. Those 'doctors' weren't exactly good people you know. Without my actions, you wouldn't exist. I saved the last remnants of your humanity."

What did he mean by that? As if already knowing his thoughts, the voice continued. "In order to have a form to call my own, I needed a suitable host. In this case, your human psyche. Those doctors wanted to weaponize me for their own selfish greed. At least, that's what your psyche told me. You and I, we're the same. It's what you would have thought, it's what you would have done had you been awake."
"I would never kill anyone" Yuran thought.
"As you were in the past, no. However with me, you can kill as easily as touching someone. I... I might have messed up though," Well this doesn't sound good. "So I uh... had to kill using the nanomachines in our body. The problem is, I might have absorbed some of the traits of those doctors. I tried to purge their presence in our body but..."

The words were left unsaid. Yuran understood the rest. So those people killed were absorbed into me, just like the metal bars in my cell. He looked at his hands, unfamiliar hands, but apparently well practiced in precise movements.
So that's how it is, huh?
"What are you going to do now?" The voice asked.
"You know the answer to that already."
The presence his mind smiled. Yuran didn't know how or why, but he felt it instinctively. "Then we better start exploring. Someone is bound to know the truth about that accident."