AN: I just finished reading a story, if anyone is wondering why I wasn't uploading.

So Shadow-Shinobi666 guessed that my mystery countdown was counting down towards a big event and/or the end of the story.

I would like to say that it is going towards the end of the story and a big event (that maybe a few people won't like).

Shoutout to Drivingmaster19 for the favorite and the positive review.

On with the show!

The Experiments: Day 12

Jordan woke up. Again, Frisk was asleep (because why wouldn't she be?). Jordan stood up. He had a bit more strength, which meant he could manage to walk better.

He went to go get his orders, and found a syringe with it again. He sighed. This had become a routine, and he wasn't quite sure if he liked it. After all, it consisted of him basically torturing someone, and for what? He still didn't know if this was worth it.

He walked back into the room again, and found Frisk awake.

"Good morning, Jordan!" Frisk said, energetic as ever.

"Good morning," Jordan replied.

Frisk frowned, not only because something seemed wrong, but because of what that 'something' is. "You don't have to feel bad about this, Jordan! It's ok, you should know this!"

Jordan sighed. "I guess..."

Frisk decided to try to change the subject, as dwelling on the problem wasn't making it better. "What are we doing today?"

He held up the syringe, letting her know that it was this procedure again. They walked to the testing room.

"I wonder what will happen today..." Frisk said out loud.

"Who knows? It'll probably be something to go along with your beak," Jordan said.

Jordan injected whatever was in the syringe into Frisk (because I haven't used that line enough yet). She stumbled backwards, and fell. However, when she stood back up, Jordan saw wings on her back. They were big wings, too, each one about as big as Jordan, who was probably about 5 inches taller than Frisk.

"Oh! I have wings!" Frisk said excitedly.

"Yep," Jordan said, while (you guessed it) writing 'wings' on the syringe, before taking whatever was in the syringe and putting it back into the syringe.

With a bit of trouble with Frisk's wings, they managed to get back to their assigned room. Frisk looked at the tube, and said, "I think I'm gonna have to not go in the tube tonight."

Jordan chuckled. "Yeah, that's fair. See you tommorow, Frisk!"

"Bye!"

Jordan left the lab, dropping off the syringe on his way out.

AN: That was way harder for me than it should've been.

So I might have to put this story on a bit of a hiatus. It kinda feels like it's going a whole lot of nowhere, and, well, I'm starting to have a bit of trouble writing this.

Yeah, this story's probably going to go on hiatus, and if, after a period of time, I still can't do this very well, I may just abandon it.

However, I do have an idea for another story that I may write soon, but it won't be another test subject type story.

Keep an eye out for that, see if you like it.