ParasiteTale Origins
Long ago, two races ruled over Earth, humans and monsters. One day, war broke out between the two races. After a long battle, the humans were victorious. They sealed the monsters underground.
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The monsters are still starving to death. The King is losing hope that we'll be alive by the time we can break the barrier. No humans have fallen here since the fifth, and it has already been ten years since then.
We can't afford to wait much longer. I will find a way to free us, so we may eat again. No one can know of what work transpires here after today. I created it to be a secret anyways.
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The deed is done. Alphys was a bit too questioning of my wounds when I went to her. She should not concern herself with my work. As far as she knows, it was an accident, and she will never find the fragments.
I've begun the process of creating the new, living weapons to free us all, so we may eat again. No one will starve once we are free. This has to work, or we're all going to die.
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The subjects opened their eyes. The subject deemed 1-S seems to be smaller than anticipated, while both subjects are terribly malformed. These malfunctions include sharp phalanges, small spikes up the spine, and boney talons on the feet. They almost seem to be a cross between a skeleton and a blaster.
Not that it matters, of course. The experiments begin tomorrow.
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The taller subject, 2-P, walks strangely. It must be the curve in the spine. It's unnerving.
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Failure. In attempting to isolate the healing spark, I ended up breaking 1-S eye socket. Results indicate permanent blindness. I don't know what this is going to do to the subject's mental health.
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Subject 2-P is easily outdoing Subject 1-S. The higher attack damage, as well as the more obedient (the word is used lightly) nature seems to greatly increase 2-P's success rate. 1-S continues to be a pain to work with. Low damage and backlash at everything I do is getting annoying.
I'm going to attempt to fix his attitude and damage rate. Perhaps using the other eye socket will yield greater results.
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Another failure. Both eye sockets are broken now, as the right socket I was working on was completely blown open. (Side note, it turned out to be a perfect star, so it looks more like a tattoo than a hole in the skull when your first look at it) The subject is now permanently blind in both eye sockets.
The subject might be dangerous if it aims when it can't see. I'll have to study this further.
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1-S is constantly gripping at his eye sockets, mumbling annoyingly that he can't see. Hours of the day are always filled with mumblings about darkness and wanting to see color again. At least it's better than all the remarks and all of the "brother this" and "brother that".
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1-S demonstrated to 2-P, to the best of his ability, what he was experiencing, telling the subject to close their eyes and cover them with their hands. Subject 2-P immediately learned of 1-S blindness that way. They've been harder to separate since then, if you would believe it.
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1-S continues to miss the mark and ends up destroying other things. He's becoming more useless, as well as dangerous. Though he destroys things faster, his damage output still remains unchanged for some reason. Regardless, a weapon that fires in the wrong direction is useless.
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I've considered terminating 1-S entirely. Perhaps when the subject is gone, 2-P will actually do what I ask.
I've scheduled the execution for tomorrow, though it may be risky leading the subject to the sight of elimination.
1-S didn't know where the doctor was taking him. He didn't know anything anymore, considering his lack of eyesight. It had been a while since he could see anything other than black, the memory of color just echoes in his mind. He had heard his brother describe color to him again and again, but it just seemed so…distant.
All he could do was hear and feel.
He could hear the doctor's loud footsteps, as he shouted at something now and again to "get lost." He could feel the tight grip of the doctor's floating, magic hand on his wrist and another on his back, leading him along. The floor beneath his feet seemed to feel different, too. Gone was the smooth feeling of tile, replaced with some sort of rugged terrain. It was also very hot.
The terrain returned to the tile-like feeling again, but the tiles were smaller than 1-S remembered. The heat was also persistent. Eventually, he could feel a rush of wind, as he felt he was at the edge of some sort of ledge. The doctor was telling him to step forward.
Walk off the cliff?! What did the doctor think he was, stupid?! 1-S refused the doctor's orders.
In turn, the hand on his back shoved him off the cliff.
1-S began to fall, and it was a long fall. 1-S dared to imagine what would happen at the bottom, and it was nothing good. He didn't want to be falling, he wanted to be up, back on the tiled floor and not falling. He didn't want to be falling.
Falling
Falling
Falling…
Solid ground.
He was on the small tiled floor again. He could hear the doctor's mumblings of "good riddance" in front of him. 1-S stared in the darkness, turning his skull in the direction of the doctor's voice. Something dark twisted inside him.
Red. He didn't know how, but he felt the color red. The doctor had hurt him so much, worse, he hurt his brother so much, his phalanges flexed in rage as he silently approached. He felt red. He saw red. The darkness was filled with red for a brief instant, as he saw the doctor staring over the edge he was just on. The red returned to darkness again, but 1-S knew where his target was standing.
In a swift movement, 1-S foot was on the doctor's back. The subject could feel his smile widen all the way up to the holes in his skull. All of the red he felt reached its highest point as he shoved his foot forward with a hefty amount of force.
All he could do was hear and feel.
He heard the terrified, surprised and angry screams of the doctor as he fell, and he felt …satisfied as the red leaked out of him.