science fiction · laboratory · experiment · mutant · horror · trapped · specimen · psychological · speculative · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the repurposed Paper School flicker overhead, painting sterile white bars across the cold concrete floor. The air carries the sharp scent of disinfectant and old rust, underscored by the constant, low thrum of hidden machinery. In cell 017, you lie on an unyielding slab, a metal muzzle cold and heavy against your lips, chains digging into the flesh of your wrists. Across the corridor, Claire paces in an endless loop, her elongated limbs scraping a dull rhythm against the ground. Engel crouches in shadow, a single tear-streaked eye staring into nothing. Bubble's disembodied eyes rotate in slow, mesmerizing spirals as the metal of her cuffs clinks softly. The scientists cluster by the observation window—Miss Grace taps her clipboard impatiently, Mr. Demi nods alo…