&&. the experiment

[Lucca_Vendramel]

Oooh... That makes me sad! I really wanted to see more of your work.

[Short_Insomiac]

The doctor falls to the floor, and, holding the side of her face, yells. "Security!" The door opened, then everything went black again.

You woke up in a hospital room, laying in a bed where you are attached to a drip and some wires to keep track of your heart rate and pulse.

[Jonk]

@Lucca_Vendramel you wanna do this one or should I

[Lucca_Vendramel]

Oh, ignore me
I just came for her profile pic

[Jonk]

I frantically claw at the IV in my arm. I writhe in panic, not taking a moment to take in my surroundings. Am I restrained in any way?

[Jonk]

thx for the OC draw btw, a bunch of my friends loved it @Lucca_Vendramel

[Short_Insomiac]

Leather restraints with buckles are on your hands and feet. A younger person, looking about 15 years old, walked in the room, looking terrified. They eyed you like you were an asylum patient as they checked the screens stating your blood pressure and heart rate and stats and other doctor things

[Jonk]

The panic only grows, extorting my stomach and wrenching out tears as I fight against my bonds. I scream at them, if they think I'm crazy then maybe I am. I shout until my throat hurts. at first, I try to make sentences, then resign to words and then to random sounds, eventually petering off into a whimper of misery and fear. (Can I a short physical description of the MC)

[Short_Insomiac]

(Just as the storyline is fluid due to your interaction, so is the character, just add a little detail or description whenever and wherever you like!)

The intern walks over, close enough to be heard but still keeping personal boundaries. They talked quietly. "Please stop. They're going to fire me if they think I hurt you."

[Lucca_Vendramel]

I'm glad they did! All the best for you and your comic

[Jonk]

(Alright cool) I stop, my throat is horse but I can still manage to croak out "where am I?"

(Was the twenty years ago 2019 so it's set in the future or is the twenty years ago 1999 so it's set today, or does the MC not remember/it doesn't matter)

[Jonk]

Thanks! You too! I really liked what I saw of your comic

[Short_Insomiac]

(current time in the story is Jan. 2040)

The intern leaned closer to hear you better. "Thank you. You're in a research hospital, in Louisiana."

[Jonk]

"What's happening to me? can you help?" I say, trying to avoid alerting others.

(Holy shit 2040 is only twenty years in the future, idk why I just realized that)

[Short_Insomiac]

(lmao yeah its weird to think about. I;m still 90% sure that 2020 isnt a real year)

"I don't know. One of the doctor's called you 'Project Captain', and you don't have a name or anything in the records."

[Jonk]

(Oh yeah, It sounds so futuristic and imposing but it's less than seven moths away)

"Oh shit, that sounds bad" I try to think of my past, my life before all this.

(I wanted to say before I joined the black parade but Idk if that reference would be appreciated)

[Short_Insomiac]

(I'm thinking about my MCR phase now lol)

"They're really excited about you, though." The intern looked at the clock. "Fuck. I'm late."

[Jonk]

As they leave I call out "late for what!" without expecting a response I begin to check out the things around me looking for a way to free myself.

(I'm probs way too into that album rn, I like Danger Days more tho)

[Short_Insomiac]

(bless)

"Are you ready to talk like a person now?" That voice. It was the lady from earlier. Now, you see her face more clearly in the light.

[Jonk]

I glare but slowly and grudgingly nod. I guess this is the best way to learn more.

(I'm picturing this lady straight up as the Handler from the umbrella academy)