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am: purposefully trying to make this a horrible trainwreck and resemble one of my godawful writing pieces from when i was small so feel free to murder its dead corpse

PROLOGe,
The dark corridor was very [synonym for dark]. A [synonym for dark] figure wearing a worn black cloak trudged down it. The [synonym for dark]ness of the corridor consumed everything within in shadow, and it was awfully hard to see the damp and worn stone tiles in front of whatever normal thing was walking down it. However, the current traveler was like no normal thing. For no normal thing was like them.

They were [synonym for dark].

Currently, the figure was being awfully slow, but some minutes later they were at the end of the dark corridor. The corridor opened up into a large, equally dark room. There were several surprisingly white tables and beakers filled with dark chunky red stuff, which the dark figure did not particularly care for and no there would be absolutely no elaboration on what the substance was. A kangaroo wearing a lab coat was busy mixing together some unidentifiable liquids by the table and a very large contraption. The very large contraption was covered in shadow despite the eerie green and red light of the stuff in the beakers, so its features were not able to be made out other than the fact that it was very large.

"How is the formula?" The dark figure rasped, stepping closer to the kangaroo.

"Yes," said the kangaroo. "Also, I think the experiments are going quite well. The last subject came very close to the desired results. HOW-03 is already quite powerful."

The figure leaned forward interestedly. "May I see the subject?"

The kangaroo hesitated. "I would show you the body, but it's already gone. You see-- well, I wrote it down and you can read what I wrote. Here." The kangaroo handed a clipboard to the figure from nowhere. "HOW-03 TESTING SUBJECT No. 17 NOTES" was scrawled on the top, the letters of which started out large and gradually grew smaller as they ran out of space on the paper, until the last word was as squished as possible and led into the closest space on the clipboard. Several paragraphs were scribbled underneath in an unintelligible script.

The figure read it and nodded slowly, then handed it back to the kangaroo.

"What of it, sir?" The kangaroo asked.

"Could you read it to me? I can't read your writing."

"I don't know what half of it says either," the kangaroo confessed.

The figure sighed. "Ah, well. I'll return in a day's time. Continue your work on HOW-03, and wait for me to arrive before beginning the tests on Subject No. 18, so that I may watch it."

The kangaroo nodded. "Of course," he said, then turned around and continued pouring green fluid into a beaker of yellow fluid and then pouring the yellow fluid into the green fluid before adding a mix of blue and red fluid and creating synthetic (whatever that means) chunky red fluid in the process.

The figure grinned 「menacingly」, displaying a row of inhuman teeth, because it was an animal. They turned around and returned to the [synonym for dark] corridor.

That day was the worst day of Lucky Thetemple's life.

Chapter Juan
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