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fili-oeuvre · 13 days

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{ within the Containment Labs, in a hallway }

Cosmos said nothing as he was led through the hallway by Proctor.

He wanted to keep as much distance between him and this strange tailed one as possible, but he feared what would happen if the tailed one thought he was trying to escape.

This one called Proctor had come to his room that morning saying something about how he was “perfect” for answering a question that he had. Cosmos wasn’t sure that question was, but he didn’t really want to ask for fear of it being something dreadful.

Though, he tried not to get his hopes up.

He looked down at the ground for the rest of the walk, but he couldn’t help but look at the long tail that swayed behind the person in front of him.

He wondered about why none of the other ones seemed to have one.

Guess he’ll add that to the growing list of questions about this strange furless species.

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After a while of walking, they came to a large set of doors that opened down the middle.

It looked like a completely different part of the lab that he hadn’t seen before. It had numerous black doors stacked on top of each other and seemed to extend at least five squares up.

He figured that these must be other rooms, since that’s the only thing that he could think of.

Proctor stepped onto a section in between one of the room and Cosmos followed suit. Almost immediately, the part of the floor underneath them started to float up.

Once it reached the fourth floor, the platform stopped and Proctor stepped off, with Cosmos doing the same. They walked down the elevated walkway until Proctor stopped at a room with the label: “Menagerie B: 454”. Proctor looked at the door and within a moment, the black door parted to reveal the captive inside.

What he saw almost made him gasp from shock and fright.

Inside the room was a large creature. It….it looked like a member of the Kin of the Bear. Only it was missing various parts of its fur. Mange came to mind, but he had seen mange and this didn’t look like mange.

Though that wasn’t what drew his attention. There were five thick “vines” attached to the wall beside it that looked similar to the ones that Samantha had put on him before, but these ones were a dark black and were much thicker. They even appeared to be pumping something into the bear as a soft “thudding” sound came from them along with an eerie dark magenta glow where it was attached to the skin.

The skin looked a sickly color, like this creature was both a moment away from death but was for some reason still alive. Scars were littered across its body, some looked like claw marks while others looked like whole pieces of its flesh were torn out and healed but didn’t replace the missing flesh.

The stomach of the bear looked bloated and unnatural, as if it had eaten too much. It was completely furless, having dark magenta vein-like markings stretching across it like thin roots from around the stomach where some fur still remained. One area was completely without fur, showing a trail of dark veins stretching up from the stomach to the neck and across the face of the bear.

Both of its ears were torn as if something had tried to rip them off. He could see the metallic chip on its right ear, just like the one that they had given him.

The legs and arms of the bear were chained to the floor with those same transparent bindings that had been used on him before. Not that it seemed like the bear could even attempt to escape. The claws on all limbs seemed to have completely torn out as if they’d been removed completely. Saliva dripped from its maw as its mouth hung open from its cries.

It sounded like every labored breath it took was excruciating.

This thing. It smelled like rot and blood. He could practically feel its pain radiating off of its tortured mass of a body. The fur on his body stood on end as he could only stare at the writhing creature as it let out soft cries of pure agony. A wave of nausea crept up from his stomach to the back of his throat, adding to the sense of sheer discomfort and fear he was already feeling.

A small trail of purplish-red liquid trickled down its face from one of its bloodshot eyes. Almost as if it was crying.

From where he was, he could see that the bear’s teeth had all been made flat or were completely missing.

Beside him, Proctor looked down at the pitiful sight.

Proctor: This one was quite a disappointment. *he walked closer to the creature* *his tail flicked dismissively at the creature’s soft pained cries* But, even the disappointments have their uses. Its mind may be insufficient, but its body and blood has proven quite useful. *he kneeled down and in one shift motion, cut with his claw-like finger into the side of the creature, causing a slightly louder cry of pain to emit from it* *a small stream of dark magenta blood flowed from the wound* *he pulled his finger away and looked at the blood before his mouth seemed to slightly open just enough for what looked like a black tongue to slip out and lick the blood away* *he stuck his finger into his mouth and even seem to make a sound of enjoyment like when someone is trying their favorite food* Delicious. *there was a hint of something like sheer pleasure in his voice*

Proctor turned his head to look at the horrified fox.

Proctor: Come here.

Cosmos didn’t move.

Proctor: Did you not hear me? Come here. *he sounded like an annoyed parent trying to make his kid behave*

Cosmos still couldn’t move. His body felt like it was locked in place.

Proctor: *expression changed to what looked like a scowl* Move now, or next time I won’t bother to knock you out before cutting open that little body of yours.

That snapped Cosmos out of the freeze state of mind, bringing his attention back to the human who was eyeing him down now.

With shaky legs, he began to walk over to where the tailed scientist was.

Proctor’s scowl turned to a neutral expression once again upon seeing that Cosmos was doing what he said now. His tail flicked slightly as if beckoning Cosmos closer.

In spite of the waves of discomfort and fear that rested on him like an unwanted heavy blanket, Cosmos couldn’t take his eyes off of the creature before him. He stopped a few feet away from the scientist, he didn’t want to get any closer to… it.

Proctor: This one gave us quite a hard time, you see. *he patted the side the creature* Killed quite a few of my workers before we got him under control. Normally, I would’ve simply terminated him and be done with it, but that would be such a waste. It’s not often that we manage to get our hands on this big of a specimen. *his face contorted into an imitation of a smile* So, I thought I’d test his limitations. *his eyes filled with what looked like pride* And it turned out better than I could have ever hoped.

Cosmos watched with wide horrified eyes as Proctor casually jabbed his hand back onto the small cut he had made. The creature let out half a shriek as its vocal cords sounded like they were straining to make noise any louder than a soft cry. When he pulled his hand back, it was covered in blood that didn’t look quite right as it looked to be a dark shade of red than normal.

He wasn’t sure why, but he couldn’t pull his gaze away from the no-fur as Proctor licked the blood from his hand. Repulsion and disgust welled up in his stomach at the sight.

Proctor: *quickly finished licking the blood before a sound almost like the purr of a satisfied cat emitted from the two black holes on his face* Delicious indeed~. *he turned to look at the fox yet again* I want to know what you think of it.

Cosmos: what? *his voice was no more than a whisper*

Proctor: Try some. *he said it so casually like he was just offering him an apple*

Cosmos’s breathing began to quicken and he looked between the two figures in the room. His full body went stiff as he once again froze in place.

Was he seriously asking him to… eat that?

Without even meaning to, he took a step back. His heart felt like it was trying to break through his ribs and run away from this awful room. He shook his head in disbelief.

Proctor didn’t like that.

Before he could even blink, a mechanical hand shot out from Proctor’s lower back, grabbing Cosmos’s around his stomach and forcefully bringing him closer. The hand covered the entirely of his stomach and lower back where it had grabbed him. Its grip was tight and unyielding, the cold metal of it sending shivers across his body. Or that could’ve just been the fear.

Proctor stared down at him with those cold gray eyes.

Proctor: And, what makes you think you have a choice? *another mechanical hand came around to hold down one of Cosmos’s arms, leaving only one of them free*

With his main hands, Proctor grabbed Cosmos’s other arm with a bruising grip, before securely holding his wrist in his other hand. He then moved the hand towards the bleeding wound.

Cosmos’s mind screamed at him to stop what was happening, but all he could do was kick his feet in a futile attempt to escape the vice grip of the hands. He could do nothing as his hand was forced closer and closer to the wound.

Warm blood met his hand as it was pressed on top of the wound. He wanted to throw up. He had had blood on his hands before, but never like this. This was nothing like the quick kills he had done when hunting. That was out of necessity, and he always made sure to kill them quickly. But this? This is was just…. cruel.

When Proctor pulled his hand away, a few drops of blood dripped from it onto the skin of the creature. He then brought his hand back to show him his blood-soaked palm and fingers.

Proctor looked at him expectantly.

Cosmos looked with terrified eyes at his hand. He felt like he was shaking, but he wasn’t sure if that was really him shaking or the hands maybe. He couldn’t tell.

Proctor made a sound like an annoyed sigh. A hand roughly grabbed his face, angling his chin up and cold fingers forcibly opened his mouth.

Without a moment of hesitation, Proctor shoved Cosmos’s hand into his mouth.

The metallic taste of blood coated his tongue. His sharp teeth poked at his hand, but luckily didn’t seem to break the skin. He wanted to gag, but he couldn’t. His widened eyes stared to look at Proctor’s cold unblinking eyes.

He knew what Proctor wanted him to do.

Nausea became to climb up from his stomach as he licked the blood from his own hand. He didn’t stop until it felt like his palm was clean.

After a few more moments, Proctor pulled the hand from Cosmos’s mouth, who gasped in barely hidden relief. Blood was still smeared around his mouth, but he paid no mind to it at that moment. His hand was covered in small traces of blood as well as his own saliva, but he was too shocked to even feel disgusted by it.

Proctor: Well?

Cosmos looked down at the ground, his vision was blurry from the welled up tears. He coughed indignantly as he breathed heavily.

He composed himself enough to speak as to not anger the tailed one further.

Cosmos: It’s *his voice sounded rough* ….fine. *shame and nausea whirled inside his stomach and mind like a whole school of fish fresh out of water* *he felt so ashamed and sick and disgusting and he just wanted to leave and never return to this cursed room*

Proctor hummed at his answer.

Proctor: Good enough.

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A little while later, Cosmos was thrown back into his cell. He had barely registered anything the whole way back, his mind still reeling from what he had been forced to do.

He was sure that he had vomited at some point, he couldn’t recall. Though, he could taste the bile in his mouth, the only real proof that that had happened.

He weakly crawled over to the corner of the room opposite of the bed and curled into a little ball.

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Part 8 :1

………

Cosmos: This is the worst day of my life.

Proctor: The worst day of your life so far.

Previous: Part 7

Next: TBA

#woodnote #woodnote main story #chapter 1 #part 8 #Cosmos #Proctor #the chimera who was once a kin of the bear #cw: body horror #cw: torture #cw: implied torture #cw: blood #cw: forced cannibalism #cw: cannibalism #again it is forced on the character #cw: dissection #its mentioned #cw: vomit #character mentions it

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assorted-candy · 8 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Maddie Fenton, Jazz Fenton Additional Tags: Ectober Month 2023, Ectoberhaunt 2023, Dissection, Mild Gore, Blood, Angst, Ghosts Have Ectoplasm Instead of Blood (Danny Phantom), Blood in the DanganRonpa sense where it's just green this time Summary:

Ectoberhaunt Day 6: Tabletop CW: Dissection, Mild Gore, Blood

Maddie tries to make sense of the mess she made and why she couldn't do it.

#Danny Phantom #ectoberhaunt23 #Day 6 #tabletop #dissection cw #mild gore cw #gore cw #blood cw #my fanfic #CW: Dissection #CW: Mild Gore #CW: Gore #CW: Blood #dp fanfic

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whumper-dumps · 2 years

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Whumpee’s body has been found and while everybody else is weeping, forensic scientist Caretaker got the unlucky task of having to stare at their friends corpse for hours on end.

The scars and wounds still sporting the body that will never heal. Their pale body was already beginning to decompose when they were found… Caretaker is fast and despite how far away they want to be from this scene, they’re as thorough as possible. Making it a point not to look anywhere above their torso while they dissect them, horrified at how destroyed their organs are. Shrivelled stomach from starvation, liver and kidneys ruined by dehydration. Trying hard not to sob into the crevice, to potentially destroy evidence…. but it’s hard. To have to see first hand what truly happened to someone they love when it’s far too late to help them.

They quit the day after the funeral, knowing they’ll never be able to see a corpse as anybody but Whumpee ever again.

#whump #whump scenarios #whump ideas #whump prompts #whump writing #whumpblr #cw: heavy gore #cw: dissection #cw: death

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ruinemade · 1 year

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Anatomical Venus I

#ruineart #gore #blood #anatomical venus #illustration #horror #victorian medicine #something about baring oneself #surgery #a series #tw gore #cw gore #dissection #organs #autopsy #body horror #guro

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toothcollectingsam · 6 months

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Family gathering activity

#anatomy #dinner party #cardiophilia #cw bl00d #biology #bl00d #dissection #vulture culture

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puppetmaster13u · 3 months

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Prompt 252

“Sir, we’ve… There’s been an encounter with a Reaper class entity.”

There were several classifications for ecto-entities. Several ways the Ghost Investigation Ward classified each. Several common ones that they could easily destroy, easily study. Others however… others were dangerous. Incredibly dangerous.

There’d only been two other Reaper-class entities confirmed before- both contained but barely. RP-1, a large knight-like entity seemingly made from shadows, and RP-2, a child-like creature that could near perfectly mimic a human.

And now, there was a third. A third entity that could- and judging from the reports coming in had- killed. Had done so several times even. Which meant it needed to be contained yesterday.

“Send out the teams- I want this thing in Site X Now!”

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Why yes the Reaper entity is Jason #The other two are Fright Knight & Danny #There’s only 1 higher level of threat/rarity for ghosts #King Class is what CW & Pariah are classed as & the GIW are very relieved they seemingly can’t leave the Zone #Y’know I’m just realizing this feels very SCP-esque #Look it’s called the Ghost Investigation Ward #They definitely don’t care about dissecting things like blob ghosts (or common ghosts they’re sure there’s thousands of)#But it’s similar to an endangered predatory species for the rarer ones #They just also don’t like release the ghosts after relocating them #Why Yes Jason DOES have the All-blades #And yes they’re all three in the same place because the site is the only one they know can hold them #Shadow Core Fright Knight #Space Core Danny #Star Core Jason #Jason is… displeased by the entire situation he’s found himself in #Also very pissed by the Tiny sickly child huddled under the growling shadow-fire being #FK deserves to be more eldritch I’ll be honest #Halfa Jason #Potentially #guys in white #de aged danny #technically he just had his accident earlier

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markscherz · 7 months

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The dissection begins! I’m joined by Pasha van Bijlert, a PhD student at Utrecht University in The Netherlands. You can follow along on Instagram or Facebook. Nothing in the world could convince me to use Tumblr Live. ;)

#crocodile #dissection #biology #animals #zoology #palaeontology #cw gore #cw dead animals #biomechanics

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little-tunny · 2 years

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Self Image 🐅✨

#art #cw #body horror #dissection #??#goo #nasty but i had a fun time drawling it #gore

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c4n1d43cup1d · 7 months

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Let's play a game of girl dissection, c'mon.

I mean, everyone wants a little excitement in their life, right?

#professor layton #claire foley #fanart #art #unwound future spoilers #i think.#song i based this off is otome dissection tbh the lyrics dont really fit her but whatevr #was gonna add flowers and stuff but i got lazy #uh cw bones??

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nanaarchy · 6 months

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ECTO-IMPLOSION 2023

!! gore warning ⚠️ !!

Here's my piece to go with @ashgunnywolf's AWESOME oneshot!! THIS WAS SO FUN TO DRAW SKFJSKS >:3

It's based on Rembrandt's "The Anatomy Lecture of Dr. Nicolaes Tulp" !!

GO READ THE FIC, FOLKS :D

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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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more cfau miscellaneous things because Childhood Friends Danny and Jason have my head and heart always and I need to finish rewriting chapter two dammit (and redo the half-finished chapter 4 because its just Not The Vibes). i'm almost through I need to get through the graveyard scene. (i just stubbornly refuse to have it be shorter than the original chapter and thats the little death. that is the mind killer.)

Danny and jason’s ghost forms both smell faintly like burnt flesh and cigarettes. However, Jason has a more smokey smell while Danny’s smells almost,,, electrical? In a sense? Like he just straight up smells like burnt flesh and sulphur while Jason smells like someone put him in a smoker first.

It’s very much an unpleasant smell but Danny finds an odd comfort in it just as much as he finds a comfort in the smell of nicotine.

(Jason post-revival smells burnt flesh once and is immediately offput by the fact that it brings him an instinctive comfort. He doesn’t realize its because it reminds him of Danny, and is uncomfortable by it.)

In an au of an au, Danny’s altercation with Rath ends with Rath regaining enough of his sanity to snap out of the grieving state and ends with him breaking down. Instead of being souped and imprisoned, Rath, who is permanently 14, decides to Move On into the unknown. He’s exhausted, heartbroken, and tired.

(Is this influenced heavily by the ParaNorman scene where he talks to Agatha and helps her move on? Yes. But it doesn’t fit with the Original Storyline so im shoving it into an Au of an Au.)

Rath tells Danny that Jason lied to them (which he genuinely believes), and that he’s tired of waiting/looking for him/grieving. Jason is gone. He isn’t coming back, he abandoned them. And he wants his mom and dad, and his sister, and his friends. And he’s ready to join them.

He leads Danny out to Gotham, which other than Amity Park might’ve been the only city left untouched due to Rath’s own mental block on the place. They go out to the park he and Jason used to frequent or up to one of crime alley’s rooftops, and there Rath lies down and goes to sleep. Only to never wake up again, materializing into nothing as his soul moves on.

Before Rath leaves, he forces Danny to promise him that he’ll only wait for Jason for ten years. After that if he doesn’t find him, or if Jason doesn’t show, then Danny has to move on. Whether that be like how Rath does, or if its inly mentally/emotionally, doesn’t matter. He has to move on. Don’t wait for him. Don’t waste his time any more.

(“Oh, and if you find him, kick his ass for me.”)

Danny reluctantly agrees, and Rath lies down. Danny sings to him as he falls asleep.

(Angsty points if the vigilantes including Red Hood caught wind of their presence and were silently watching from the shadows. Rath might know they’re there, but Danny’s too focused on Rath to notice.)

(If only so that Red Hood realizes that this is what happened to Danny, and that Danny is gone before he can make things right. The tragedy, folks. The angst. The initial realization that Danny was Rath, and then also that Danny was dead and has been dead for years, and that before he moved on, he moved on believing that Jason abandoned him.)

(like i said it doesn't fit in the original timeline/storyline hence why its an au of an au and isn't nearly a fleshed out, but i was largely just focusing on the tragedy of Rath moving on and Jason being alive to see it and realize just who Rath is.)

Just like how the Lazarus pits shot Jason's twiggy 4'6-5'4 (depending on what you find) feet tall and 86lb ass up like a tree an essentially fixed his malnutrition, the portal did the same thing for Danny.

(granted i forgot about malnutrition and danny's likely stunted growth at first -- his family lived in crime alley and despite both his parents working, I don't think they had enough food all the time. He probably wasn't as badly malnourished as Jason was, but he wasn't healthy either.)

Granted his ghost in its "natural" state (14) is short, and his growth spurts were slow at first, it did result in him reaching his dad's height. There were points where it just happened overnight, like a baby. He went to bed one night 5’6 and woke up the next day 5’10.

Jazz is shorter than him. Although I have't decided if she's even liminal at all (and if she is, it didn't cure everything because she would have also suffered childhood malnutrition, and since in au canon their parents didn't get their hands on physical ectoplasm until after they got to Amity Park. So the exposure is less.)

Danny's voice absolutely sounds like canon Dan's. It kinda just dropped one day when he was 16-17 and never went back up. Sam and Tucker sometimes ask him to just talk about anything because they find his voice soothing.

I'm not sure yet how Danny would feel about it at first considering Rath, but I imagine that Rath, when he did speak, would have had a quieter and scratchier/weaker voice considering he's spent the last decade shrieking and crying.

(and i suppose technically that shouldn't have any effect on his throat considering he's a ghost and idk if that would actually affect him, but i like the idea so im keeping it)

In the beginning you could hear him from a mile away by the sound of his loud, echoing wails, but ten years later you can only really hear him by the soft, shuddering sobs he makes. Like he's gasping for air that isn't there. The future is full of very quiet survivors.

And it's much easier to speak when you pitch your voice upwards (especially when whispering/speaking quietly) so he might've spoken in a higher, airy pitch in order to be heard. So Danny might actually find a comfort in having a lower voice.

#tw mentions of gore #cw gore #i suppose this counts as gore #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dpxdc crossover #childhood friends au #cfau #really leaning into the idea of rath just being a horror. the horrors! i am delighted in the horrors!#im having fun with it #i swear to god turning 19 turned a switch on in my brain because i am much more comfortable with gore and heavy injury now than i was l #literally a year ago. the urge to write about some of danny's most horrific injuries in his fights is STRONG #like the hORRORS folks. *th horrors*. i dont think i'll ever write a dissection fic because that icks me out but the idea that danny's had #to stitch up his own throat because it got slit in a fight nd he cant shift back to human until he's done because his ghost will survive bu #his body wont #the idea that he's been impaled multiple times before and it hurts each fucking time but he still gets up and hurls the hurt right back in #equal measure. because that's how you wanna play? okay. lets play. he's 14 and his best friend is dead. he can play.#and the idea that all ghosts have 'corpse' forms where their ghosts look exactly like how they died. and danny is utterly unrecognizable #jazz being liminal or not just isnt important to me because she's barely gonna show up in the story anyways #same reason why i hardly use the headcanon that ellie becomes danny's daughter because what use is she to me like that? she'll hardly have #an impact on the story and i refuse to treat characters like props. if they can't help progress the story then they aren't included

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fili-oeuvre · 28 days

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{ The Upper Levels, District B, Containment Labs, in one of the central halls }

Samantha led Cosmos through a narrow hall. He made sure to keep pace with her since time. As they walked, he wondered about where she was taking him.

She hadn’t said what exactly or where exactly she was taking him when she came to retrieve him. All she said was that he needed to follow behind her.

He noticed how there seemed to be less and less individual rooms as they went. It was becoming more and more like she was leading him to a more isolated part of the labs.

He wasn’t entirely sure whether to feel uneasy or anxious, but he tried not to think about it. That would cause him to just assume the worse and that wouldn’t help him keep a leveled head.

Besides, he didn’t want to get worked up and then it just turned out that she wanted him to do another obstacle course again.

He just looked down at his own feet for the rest of walk.

Cosmos: [ I hope that… whatever this is won’t be too bad ]

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{ after a bit more walking }

They finally stopped outside of a large door that opened after only a second of arriving to it.

There stood a very tall no-fur who wore a similar suit to Samantha, but had two dull green stripes on either side of his neck along with the black section around it. His suit was also a dull gray rather than white, with black sections that covered where his forearms and hands should be.

The no-fur had short dark hair that was neatly slicked back and had no visible hairs out of place. It was a bit unnerving how… neat he looked.

Neat seemed like a nice way to put it.

Though that wasn’t what really caught Cosmos’s attention.

On either side of the no-fur’s mouth, he seemed to have two dark "holes" or "spots" that pulsed a faint fading glow. From those “holes”, dark lines went along his jaw to disappear under his clothes and back around towards the back of his neck. It also went down the middle to trace the front of the man’s throat like the natural stripes of some insects Cosmos had seen before in the forest.

Behind the man, a long dark tail flicked behind him. It seemed to have be furry with a tufted end, but something seemed weird about it in a way that he couldn't place it.

Cosmos: [ I didn’t know that they could be this tall! Is… is that a tail? They can have tails?! ]

He looked at the man again and thought of how he seemed to rival even Castor in terms of height.

The tall no-fur looked at Samantha, completely ignoring the small fox who was just trying to take in the very sight of him.

Proctor: Thank you, Samantha. You may return to your other duties now.

His mouth didn't even open and yet Cosmos heard a voice emitting from him. The voice didn't even sound remotely like it was coming from a living being. Maybe from something that was trying to imitate another living being.

He then realized that the voice seemed to be coming from the “holes” on the man’s face.

Samantha didn't seem to react at all to the strangeness of it, but simply nodded and walked back down the hall, leaving Cosmos alone with the strange, tall no-fur.

Those cold gray eyes felt like they were seeing directly into Cosmos's soul. A shiver went down his spine. That gaze made him want to bury himself under a tree and never come out.

Proctor: Please, follow me. *he turned to walk into the room, tail flicking casually behind him as he walked*

Cosmos followed without even realizing he was, as if something in the man’s voice beckoned him forward. He curled his tail around his legs nervously as he looked around the room.

The room was spacious and wide. It sort of reminded him of the inside of a healer den with how big it was. Though, the healer dens were normally full of roots and shelves and other things such as treatment areas that made great use of the space.

This one just seemed to be… empty.

It also had much dimmer lighting than the rooms Cosmos had been in before. The ceiling in particular seemed to be completely shrouded in darkness, but he could swear that he heard something moving around up there.

It wasn’t much of a problem for him though. His eyes adjusted quickly to the low lighting, but he wasn’t sure if that made it better now that he could see what was on the ceiling.

A collection of long, thin… things were nestled closely together, but some were writhing about as if impatient.

It reminded him of how snakes would come together to hibernate in the colder months. Though, snakes seemed a lot less scary than whatever this was.

He was so focused on the center of the mass that he didn’t notice the mechanical tendrils that were quietly lowering behind him. He did however hear the soft sounds that made, but before he could anything a few of the tendrils wrapped around him like a giant snake.

Cosmos: *he tried to gasp in shock but no sound came out* *eyes widened with fear and shock as the tendrils kept him secure in their tight grip*

Proctor: *has his back turned to Cosmos* Don’t even try and talk or fight your way out of this. Some of the other ones thought they could, but it won’t work. Just let it happen, it’ll make my job easier.

Before Cosmos could process what he said a sharp pain shot as a needle was strategically pierced into the side of his neck. With precision, the needle released a substance into his bloodstream, working almost immediately as he felt his muscles to go numb and his head get dizzy.

He couldn’t even scream or shout. All he could do was let out small sounds of pain and confusion as the drug started to overwhelm his system.

More mechanical tendrils moved to hold him up and effortlessly move him to a large table at the center of the room. Moving with precision and surprising speed, the tendrils placed him on the table and holographic restraints appeared to hold down his arms, legs, and head. Bright lights from the ceiling blinded his blurring vision as he struggled to concentrate on what was going on.

Proctor: *he walked back to stand next to the table, looking down at Cosmos* Don’t fret little one, you won’t feel anything when I cut you open. *he reached down to grab at Cosmos’s face to force him to look directly at him, placing his other hand next to Cosmos’s head to keep himself balanced as he leaned over the smaller being* Just relax and don’t fight it.

Cosmos could have sworn that he saw the tall man smiling as he moved to stand over him. Though, it could’ve just been his imagination.

His vision faded to darkness as the drug overtook him.

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{ a whole study session later }

Proctor: That will be all for today. *has his tendrils lower the unconscious but intact body onto a transport table, careful not to damage the specimen* *flicks his tail at an awaiting attendant to beckon them forward to take the transport table* Please take him back to his cell. I’ve gotten what I need from him for now.

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{ in Containment B: 213 }

The attendant placed the specimen on the bed before promptly leaving. The specimen was still breathing so they had no reason to stay. Besides, they’d likely be waking up in a few moments as the drug wore off.

In the room, a few minutes after they had left, the small little fox stirred. He was still feeling dizzy from the drug, but he regained enough control of his body to curl up into a ball. He hugged his tail like a safety blanket, burying his face in it as if it would chase off anything that tried to hurt him.

He willed himself into a dreamless sleep.

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Part 5…

uhhhh, yeah, um, he'll be fine

(*pats Cosmos on the head*)

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