Deep in the busy downtown streets of Tokyo, a rather tall, blonde woman walked inside of a rather fancy looking hotel, giving the man at the desk a smile.
"Hello." she said with a thick American accent.
"Good evening ma'am." the employee said, bowing to her. "Are you here to check in?"
"Oh no, I'm here for a meeting." she answered with a kind smile. The man nodded and glanced over to his computer.
"Alright, let me see…" the man muttered. "Here we go, are you here to meet Jin Kurosawa?"
"Oh, yes that's him." she said, stifling a giggle. The man simply smiled and pointed her towards the elevator. Giving a bow, the woman walked to the lift and pushed the button for the top floor.
As the elevator's doors slid open, the woman's friendly smile disappeared from her face, being replaced by a cold smirk. She walked out of the lift and into a large board room with an open laptop on the table and a projector illuminating the wall, along with another man who was wearing a pitch black trench coat and a black fedora, with long silver hair poking out from underneath it.
"Hello Gin." she greeted, giving him a nasty smirk and dropping the accent. "You still haven't changed that alias? It's only a matter of time before someone puts two and two together."
"Vermouth." Gin answered, giving her a nasty glare. "You're not supposed to be here."
"Really?" she said, walking to the table and taking a seat. "Then why did I get an invitation from him?"
"Cause you're his favorite." Gin muttered as he took a seat next to her.
"Oh, don't pout." Vermouth replied with a smirk. "I'm sure you'll get your time as favorite." before Gin could talk back, the laptop's screen flickered with static, the silhouette of a person appearing on it.
"Gin, Vermouth." the person greeted, their voice disguised by a voice changer.
"Rum." Gin answered, giving his superior a nod.
"Shocked you're not here." Vermouth commented, still smirking.
"Sadly, there are forces outside my control keeping me from being there in person." Rum explained. "But despite that, Ano Kata has something very important to tell us."
"Really?" Vermouth wondered. Suddenly, the projection on the wall went from pure white to a black screen, white text being typed out on it.
Indeed.
"Ah, hello Sir," she replied with a smile. "I'm guessing that you can hear us?"
I can, Vermouth. And Rum is correct, I have something very important to inform all of you.
"All of us?" Gin asked, glancing at the laptop.
"That's correct Gin." Rum told him. "Even I am not aware of what Ano Kata wishes to tell us."
There's a reason for that. I've summoned you all here to talk about two important matters.
"Interesting." Vermouth muttered as their boss continued.
The first one is that I've found someone to replace Sherry as the head of research.
"Really?" Rum commented from the computer "I wasn't aware you were looking for someone to take over."
I thought it would be better to handle this personally.
The doors to the meeting room creaked open, making both of the occupants to look over, each one having very different reactions to the person who walked inside. Vermouth smiled, while Gin growled in annoyance.
"Are you kidding me!?" he exclaimed as the newest member of the meeting sat down. It was a rather young kid, with a neat head of red hair and large purple eyes "A kid!?"
Yes, a kid as you put it Gin. This is Moonshine, and he'll be taking over the research that Sherry left behind.
"Excuse me for speaking up, sir" Rum interjected. "But, why this child?"
"Oh, believe me Sir, I can understand your hesitation." the kid said, giving them a small friendly smile. "I get it everywhere I go."
Moonshine is a prodigy. Despite his age he already has deep knowledge of the inner workings of the human body..
"Oh, I wouldn't go that far truth to be told." Moonshine said, still smiling. "I merely am an expert on the human mind and body chemistry."
"I get that part Sir." Gin said, shaking his head slightly. "Sherry was young as well when she started. But I'm worried that he might not have-"
"The stomach for this?" Moonshine finished, giving Gin a nasty look. "Oh, trust me Gin, I indeed have a lot of stomach for things like this. After all, the best way to understand something is to have hands on experience, and it happens I've had access to a lot of subjects to experiment on already." the other two criminals glanced at the boy again. The friendly smile he put on suddenly looked much more predatorial than they originally thought.
Indeed, that is the reason that he will be taking over. But that takes me to the other matter I called you all here.
"What is it, Sir?" Gin asked
Vermouth, I need you to help Moonshine get acquainted with his new lab. Take him with you right now.
"Hm, sure." she complied, both Moonshine and her getting up and walking to the elevator. Moonshine glanced back and gave Gin another grin.
"I'll see you later, Gin." he farewelled as the doors slid closed. The silver haired assassin shivered slightly.
"There is something very wrong with that boy." he couldn't help but comment, turning back to the projector.
That may be so, but he is still the best for continuing Sherry's project. And his latest development might prove to be very useful for us. Rum, I'll leave this part to you.
"What do you mean?"
"That'd the main reason why we called you here today Gin." Rum answered. "While I was not aware of Moonshine, I did know about your newest assignment, and I will take care of the briefing."
"Alright" the silver haired killer said, leaning forwards slightly. "What do you need me to do?"
"We've found someone who's getting a little too close to discovering us." Rum explained. The projection changed from Ano Kata's texts to a picture of a boy, around Moonshine's age, with a large pair of glasses and a head of brown hair, with a cowlick on the top. Gin glanced at the laptop.
"Another boy?" he asked.
"Yes." Rum said "Don't be fooled though. Like Moonshine, this child is also a prodigy, his deductive skills are second to none other. We've gathered enough intel to declare him a threat to us."
"Alright." Gin said, looking at Rum's silhouette. "When do you want me to take him out?"
"We don't want him dead, Gin." Rum explained "We want you to bring him to Moonshine. He'll be a subject in his newest project."
"Fine then." the silver haired criminal replied, leaning back in his chair "What about possible witnesses?"
"If there are any, take them too." Rum answered. "Moonshine could always use more subjects."
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Conan Edogawa wanted to die.
He had been sitting in a class that he was far too smart for, on the seat nearest to the teacher so he couldn't distract himself and right next to the window, where he was being slowly cooked by the sunlight streaming inside. He groaned and rested his head on his desk, ignoring the rest of the lesson.
"This is the worst part of shrinking…" he muttered under his breath. "Of all the things, coming back here is going to drive me insane."
"Conan!" his teacher snapped, rather loudly. He quickly sat back up, his pencil stuck to his cheek, enticing laughter from the rest of the class. Even Ai Haibara, the usually mute girl who, like him, was a shrunken adult, giggled slightly at how he looked.
"Yes sensei?" he asked, as his cheeks lit up red. His teacher frowned, her arms crossed.
"Stay after class," she told him before turning around and getting back to the math lesson. Conan groaned, hearing giggles coming from behind him. Glancing back, the bespeckled boy saw his three friends giggling at each other.
"Thank guys." he hissed at the three. "Glad to see you have my back."
"Oh, don't be like that, Conan-kun." the brunette girl, Ayumi, told him in between giggles.
"Yeah." the slim boy sitting next to her added, still chuckling slightly, Mitsuhiko. "It's kinda funny to see you get reprimanded."
"Yeah!" his third friend, a rather large boy named Genta, quipped too. He shook his head and peeled the pencil from his face, turning back to his notebook to scribble on it again, jotting down notes for cases from the last week. He kept at it until the bell rang and all of the other kids jumped to their feet and began packing up. Sighing, he closed his notes and put them away in his bag. As soon as the rest of the kids had dashed out of the room, he stood up and walked over to his teacher's desk.
"Conan-kun" she began with a sigh. "I know you can do a lot better than this, your homework is great, but seeing you like this in class…"
"I'm sorry Sensei." he apologized, bowing his head slightly. "I'll try to do better in class…"
"It's alright, Conan-kun" she told him, shaking her head slightly. "Anyways, make sure that you and Genta get your project done for monday, alright?"
"Yes Sensei." he said. Conan turned and walked out of the classroom, with his bag slung over his back.
"Hey Conan." the voice of Genta rang out. Looking over, Conan saw the large boy leaning on the wall "The others went on ahead."
"Genta." the shorter boy greeted. Genta moved away from the wall and walked alongside Conan
"So, when do you want to meet up to work on the project?" his friend asked. Conan shrugged as they exited the building.
"I don't mind working on it today." he said as the two left the school grounds and began walking down the street. "Plus, who knows if there might be a case tomorrow"
"And your Uncle doesn't like leaving you alone." Genta finished "You know, he's a good detective and all, but he a jerk."
"Hehe, yeah he is." Conan agreed and chuckled. "But he grows on you after a few days."
"I'm guessing the smell of booze doesn't, though." the large boy couldn't help to add. Both of them laughed as they reached an intersection, where a construction worker stood by the edge. "What's going on?"
"Not sure." Conan said, walking up to the worker and putting on his cute kid voice. "Excuse me good sir, is something going on?"
"Pipe repairs, kid." the guy told him. Conan frowned, looking at the guy he seemed oddly familiar to him.
"We need to get over there sir." Conan told him, still pulling the cute kid voice. "Is there somewhere we can go to get around it?"
"Yeah." the guy pointed to a nearby alley "Gothere, it's the only way through the area."
"Thank you." Conan chirped, running back to Genta and dropping the act. "Apparently, we can go through there."
"Uh, alright." Genta said, adjusting his bag "You know, the way you switch between that cute kid act and your normal voice is kinda scary."
"Hehe, my aunt is an actress." Conan fibbed. "So I got a lot of practice." the boy peeked inside the alley, his eyes traveling up and down.
"What's wrong?" Genta asked, walking closer to his friend. "You see something weird?"
"No, nothing" he responded, glancing back at the worker, who was looking in the opposite direction. "There's something about that guy that rubs me the wrong way…"
"Well, the only way to my house is on the other side of the street." Genta stated, crossing his arms. "So, either we go through there, or we go and work at your house."
"Fine." Conan said, shaking his head as he walked into the alley. "Uncle hates it when I bring people over anyways…" both boys walked into the alley, not seeing the smile that formed on the worker's face. Both boys walked down the dark alley, carefully stepping around garbage and rats.
"This doesn't look right…" Genta muttered, looking around anxiously.
"Yeah" Conan agreed, coming to a stop and glancing around. "Let's head back. Uncle is just going to have to deal with two kids in the office for a while."
"Yeah, good idea." Genta agreed too. Both of them turned around, but stopped dead in their tracks as a cold voice rang out from behind them.
"Oh, I'm afraid you won't be going anywhere" a cold, emotionless voice rang through the alley. Glancing behind him, Conan felt all the blood rush away from his face as he stared at the tall, silver haired man standing over them, his hands in the pockets of his black trench coat.
"G-Gin" he stammered. The man looked at him, raising an eyebrow at his comment.
"So, you know who I am then." he said, giving Conan a predatory grin. "Guess Rum was right about you being a threat to us after all."
"Crap" Conan hissed as Gin walked closer to him.
"C-Conan?" Genta stammered from behind him. The bespeckled boy shushed him and held up his watch, pressing a button that made the top flick upwards.
"Well well, what do you have there?" Gin asked, giving him a nasty smirk.
"My way out of here." he said, pressing the button on the side. Before the sleep dart could fire out of the watch, a large pale hand wrapped itself around his arm, the dart hitting the hand instead. "The hell!?" he screamed, glancing back, paling even more as the face of Gin's assistant loomed down at him. "Vodka…"
"I-I tried to warn you…" Genta muttered as he struggled against Vodka's grip. The large man simply threw them both to the ground.
"Ow…" Conan muttered, before glaring at Gin. The silver haired assassin looked at the two of them as he pulled a small handgun from his coat. Genta whimpered, his eyes locked onto the polished black weapon.
"Too bad there's two of you, but I have instructions with how to deal with witnesses." Gin said, pointing the gun at Genta.
"P-Please don't!" the large boy cried, tears running down his face.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt." Gin said, pulling the trigger.
"NO!" Conan shouted as a flash escaped from the muzzle. He looked over to Genta, fear melting into confusion as he saw a bright blue dart sticking out of his friend's stomach. Genta mumbled for a second before collapsing into a heap, snoring loudly.
"And now it's your turn." Gin said, pointing the gun at Conan and pulling the trigger. The bespeckled boy winced as he felt the dart's needle peirce into is skin and he instantly began to feel drowsy. Despite the lethargy, he climbed to his feet and tried to kick Gin, only to trip over his own feet and falling flat on his face. He groaned and glanced up, seeing Gin smiling at him as the world around him began to go dark.
"Good night, Conan Edogawa." the man told him. "Don't worry, from what I understand, you'll really like what's coming up" the sapphire eyed boy tried to say something, but he felt too tired to even move his tongue. He groaned as everything went black and he lost consciousness.
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Conan groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, clutching the side of his head as he did so, the room slowly coming into focus.
"C-Conan?" he heard Genta ask next to him. "You there?"
"Yeah." the short boy answered, shaking his head "I'm here."
"Good." Genta replied. "Now, where is 'here'?" Conan blinked rapidly as the world around finally came into perfect focus. Glancing around, he saw that both of them were stuck inside of some kind of lab, and were chained to the wall by neck shackles. Conan looked around the room.
The two were surrounded by tables completely covered by beakers, test tubes and other pieces of chemistry equipment that reminded him of Haibara's lab. His eyes wandered further to the left and widened at what was there.
"I-Is that a chair?" Genta asked, his voice trembling with fear.
"I think so." Conan confirmed, looking over the two large objects. They were both pitch black with what seemed to be hundreds of belts and strips of what looked like rubber hanging off them. Frowning, he reached up to his neck and ran his fingers over the smooth surface of the shackle.
"This thing is so tight!" Genta groaned next to him. "I can barely breathe with it!"
"Yeah, mine isn't comfy either" Conan agreed, throwing his arms down. "Damn it, there's nothing! I can't find any way to get this thing off!"
"You think mine is like that too?" Genta asked.
"Maybe, let me take a loo-" Conan's words died in his throat as he looked over his friend, his cheeks lighting up red. "G-Genta…"
"Yeah? What's wrong?" the large boy asked, glancing over to his shorter friend, and his face went equally red.
"You're naked!" they both exclaimed at the same time. Both of them went ever more red as they looked down at their bodies.
"Gah!" Genta screamed. "I'm nude! Why am I nude!?" Conan however, was thinking of something different.
"Damn it! I've nothing to get out of here!" Conan hissed as he looked over himself again. He wasn't completely naked despite his first impression. Wrapped around his waist was a thin black belt and, attached to the front was a large metal block, which was wrapped around his member, keeping it completely hidden. With both of them distracted by their garments (or lack thereof), neither of the boys heard the doors of the lab open or the person who walked inside. They were only snapped away from their bodies by the voice of a boy their own age talking to them.
"Well well, I see that you just found about your new underwear." he said as he walked closer to them.
"W-Who are you!?" Genta shouted, putting up a brave face despite his beet red face.
"Oh, right." the boy answered, coming into view of the two of them. He was slightly taller than Conan, and was wearing a pure white lab coat along with a pair of shorts and sneakers. "You can call me Moonshine. It's nice to meet my newest test subjects."
"Test subjects!?" Conan exclaimed. Moonshine didn't answer him right away, instead he turned around and walked to get something from a nearby desk.
"Yes, test subjects." the redhead replied as he walked back to the two captives "You see Mr. Edogawa, the boss thought that you were a threat to us, so he decided that the best way to get you out of the way was to send you to me."
"W-What about me?" Genta asked, still trying to be brave.
"Oh you were just a witness." Moonshine just shrugged it off. "And the boss has a thing for not leaving anyone behind." he threw them what he had gone to get. "Go ahead and put those on."
"Wait, what?" Conan asked, peeking over and seeing what had been thrown in front of him. There were two shiny, ink black latex catsuits, one smaller than the other "You want us to put those on?"
"Course!" the young scientist told him sporting a demented smile. "I can't run experiments with you wearing nothing but your cages after all."
"W-We're not wearing those!" Genta shouted, to Conan's horror.
"G-Genta…" Conan whispered. "Don't do th-"
"We're not going to play along with your sick game!" the large captive screamed. Moonshine simply stared at the two, amusement shining in his eyes as he pulled a remote from his coat's pocket.
"You sure about that?" he asked, pressing one of the buttons. A loud buzzing rang from above the two captives, and Conan looked up, blood rushing out of his face as he saw two automated guns spring to life and swing around to face them. He heard Genta gulp as red beams shot from the guns, pointing right at their foreheads. "I'll ask you again, put on the suits, okay?"
"Y-Yes Sir." Conan muttered, climbing to his feet and grabbing the smaller suit. He heard Genta shuffling next to him as he inspected the suit. It was completely smooth, with no way to split it open to slip it on. Sighing, Conan grabbed the neck hole and stretched it open, slipping his foot inside of it. He shivered as he felt the rubber stick to his bare skin, almost as if it was coated in glue.
Shivering at the sensations that ran through his body, he slowly moved it upwards, gently smoothing out any wrinkles he found before it got to his crotch. He took a deep breath and pulled it up, the latex wrapping around the chastity belt and forming a rather large bulge that stuck outwards.
"Good! Keep it up!" Moonshine said gleefully. Conan glared at his captor as he stuck his hands through the latex, gently moving his fingers to make sure he could move without a problem. He sighed and glanced over to his friend. Genta had managed to slip on his outfit without difficulty, and Conan could see that the suit was tight enough to make sure everything underneath could be seen. Glancing down, Conan saw that his suit was very similar. Curious, he flexed his fingers and was shocked when he felt no resistance from the rubber. It felt like he wasn't wearing anything at all.
"There you go!" Moonshine said, pressing another button on his control. It beeped again and shackles around their necks opened and fell off, leaving both of them free to move around. "Now, go ahead and take a seat," the scientist told them, pointing at the large chairs. Before either one could say anything, the guns moved again, pointing at their chests.
"F-Fine!" Genta squeaked. "I'll sit down!"
"Y-Yeah, me too." Conan said. Both of them quickly dashed over to the chairs and sat down. As soon as their asses touched the seats, the belts sprang to life, quickly wrapping themselves around their latex clad bodies. Conan grunted as his arms were pinned to the chairs arms, same with his friend.
"There we go!" Moonshine chirped, walking closer to the two of them. "Now, I bet you're curious about what's going on, right?" neither of the boys answered him, but Moonshine continued. "Well, the boss decided that there are much better uses for leaks and threats than just killing them. After all, we do need slaves."
"Slaves?" Genta asked, looking at the young scientist with shock in his face. "Y-You want us to agree to be your servants, is that it?"
"Agree?" Moonshine repeated, chuckling slightly. "Oh, I don't need you to agree, Genta Kojima. You see…" he walked to a nearby desk and pulled out what looked like some strange kind of VR visor, and gently left it on top. "I'm going to make you my loyal drones. Soon, you won't remember anything except how much you love to serve me."
"W-Wait what!?" Conan exclaimed as the scientist walked over to him and removed his glasses, throwing them to the side.
"You heard me, Mr. Edogawa." the young scientist said, gleefully. He pulled out an ink black latex hood from his pocket and slipped over his head. Conan groaned as he felt the latex stick to his face and bonding to his skin. Moonshine stopped right above his mouth and shoved something into his mouth before fully covering him with the hood. Conan groaned through his gag and opened his eyes. He could still see perfectly through the latex, and he saw Moonshine slipping a similar hood onto a hysterical Genta.
"P-Please don't!" the other captive cried, tears falling down his face. "I-I'll do whatever you want, just please do- Hmph!" he muttered as Moonshine shoved the gag into his mouth. The boy scientist hopped back and whistled as he grabbed a couple of strange looking hoses.
"Now, I'm sure you're curious about what I'm going to do, right?" Moonshine asked. Both boys wiggled in the chairs. "Ah, good to see you're curious about it!" he walked closer to Conan and gently slid the tube inside of his hollow gag. "You see, these tubes will pump a special drug that will leave you open to all suggestions and will blurr your memories" he finished as he hooked the tube into Genta's mouth. "After that, comes these little beauties!" he exclaimed, pride clear in his voice as he grabbed the visors. "With these, your empty minds will be filled with your new identities! Those of two perfectly obedient, emotionless drones who will do whatever I tell you to do~" he sang, slipping the headset over Conan's head. As soon as the visor came over Conan he turned to Genta, slipping the other set over him with a smirk as he heard the large boy crying under the hood.
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Conan struggled in the chair, being completely unable to move.
"Hmmm!" he mumbled, unable to speak through the gag. The moment Moonshine had slipped the visor on, everything around him was completely blocked out.
He was sitting in what seemed like complete darkness, without any sound being able to enter his ears. After sitting in complete isolation for what felt like three minutes, he felt a slightly sweet taste being to flow into his mouth, making his eyes go wide in fear.
"T-The drug!" he thought "G-Gotta get it out!" Conan began shaking his whole body, attempting to knock the tube free, but to no avail. As he did this, the sweet taste became stronger and stronger, making his tongue tingle slightly. "N-No!"
"Be calm" a voice whispered in his ears as the visor slowly turned on, displaying the same words that where just whispered into his ears, shifting between various colors. Conan quickly closed his eyes, but that couldn't keep the voice quiet.. "Be calm. Open your eyes. Let go"
"Shut up!" he screamed internally. He held his eyes closed, but he began to feel slightly woozy as more and more of the drug was pumped inside of him.
"Be calm" the voice kept dronning "Open your eyes. Let go."
"G-Getting hard to focus…" he thought, trying to shake his head. He slowly lost track of time as he sat there, keeping his eyes shut tightly. However, as time went on, the drug kept beating at his mental barriers, slowly cracking them and letting the commands slip in.
"Keep calm."
"I-I have to keep cal- No!" he thought, squeezing the arm rests of the chair. "C-Can't give in to this… I have to stay st-" his thoughts were cut off as he felt another large puff of sweet gas being pumped into his mouth, this one considerably larger than the last one. He groaned as it went down his throat, leaving the same tingling sensation through his whole body.
"You should open your eyes" the voice whispered, changing into a voice that sounded almost like his own. In a drugged out haze, Conan nodded slightly.
"I-I should open my eyes…" he thought. Slowly, he cracked his eyes open. He was greeted by a large, multicolored spiral. His pupils dilated slightly as he stared at it.
"You should keep looking at the spiral" the voice suggested. "It feels nice to look at it"
"I should keep looking at the spiral…" he thought, the words worming their way into his brain. "I-It feels nice to look at it…" he took a deep breath, his whole mouth tingling as more of the drug flooded his body. Suddenly, words began to flash rapidly on top of the spiral.
LetgoForgetObeyDroneSlaveLetgoForgetObeyDroneSlave
"N-No" he thought in a split second of lucidity.
"You should read the words from the spiral." the voice whispered once again, alongside a huge blast of sweet gas into his mouth, sending him right back to his haze. "It's teaching you to be good."
"I-I should read the words from the spiral." he thought. "I-It's teaching me to be good…"
LetgoForgetObeyDroneSlaveLetgoForgetObeyDroneSlave
"L-Let go." he repeated internally. "Forget... Obey… Drone… Slave... Drone?"
"You are a drone." the voice whispered as another blast of drugged gas was pumped into him. "You are an obedient little drone"
"I'm a drone…" Conan thought, finally succumbing to the drug and the voice. "I'm an obedient little drone…"
"You have no name. Drones do not have names."
"I have no name. Drones do not have names…" he thought as his names, both his original and his alias, started to fade.
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Moonshine smiled as he flipped to the next page of his book, only to have his attention drawn away by a rather loud noise.
"Hmmmm!" he lowered his book and peeked over to his soon to be drones. Conan was perfectly still, small bits of drool coming from under the tube. Glancing over to the other one, he frowned as he found the source of the noise.
Genta was wriggling around his chair and grunting loudly, obviously resisting the effects of the drug and still fighting to break free. Sighing, Moonshine left his Yaiba book on the table and hopped off his stool.
"Right, let's see what's going on here." he muttered as he walked over to the large latex clad boy. Getting closer, Moonshine inspected the tube and saw that it was still pumping gas into Genta's mouth as he struggled. "What is going on… Oh damn it, I'm stupid!" he exclaimed, slapping his forehead.
"Hmmph!" Genta mumbled, still fighting to break free. Moonshine, however, ignored his struggles and pulled out the remote from his pocket and pushed another button. As soon as the button was pushed, more straps shot out from Genta's chair and tightened around him, leaving him completely immobile.
"I can't believe I didn't take your size into account, Genta Kojima." Moonshine said, shaking his head as he fiddled with his remote even more. "You would obviously need more gas than a shrimp like Conan." he smiled as he pushed another button. Genta's body went stiff as, through the hose, a huge dose of drugged gas flowed into his body, and then was pumped into him at a double dose from earlier. "I'm sorry about that." he said as Genta's body went limp, and drool began to pool under his gag, exactly like the shorter boy next to him. Moonshine smiled and went back to his seat and grabbed his manga again, waiting patiently for the process to be complete.
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Simply staring at the words and listening to the whispers was how the short, latex clad boy spent the next two hours. More and more words were flashed in front of him as the voice kept whispering in his ear, slowly and meticulously molding his mind into what his new master wanted it to be. Soon, the drug finished its work and wiped his mind clean. He couldn't remember anything from before he was strapped to this chair. Not his name, his age, where he lived. He couldn't even remember his own face.
"You are not a person. You are a drone. Drones are tools, and are treated as such."
"I am not a person. I am a drone." he said mentally "Drones are tools and are treated as such."
"You have no name, you have a number." the voice said, as the lights of the visor began to dim. "Your number is #098."
"I have no name, I have a number" he thought, the visor turning off completely. "My number is #098."
"Good drone." the voice said, and then it went quiet. The drone sat in complete darkness for a few minutes, not really caring or reacting. Then, he felt the visor being removed and the tube being pulled from his mouth, along with the gag. Blinking to get used to the lights, the drone simply sat there and looked over his body.
He saw that he was no longer bound to the chair, with the belts hanging to the sides. He also noticed that he was now wearing thick gloves and boots over his catsuit
"Stand up." he was ordered. He instantly got to his feet, the latex of his suit squeaking loudly as it moved from the chair. #098 stared ahead the person who had just spoken to him, it was a boy wearing a lab coat and holding some kind of remote "Report your status."
"Drone #098 processed and ready for duty, Master." he answered like a robot.
"Drone #097 processed and ready for duty, Master." an equally robotic voice said, right next to him. Glancing over, he saw another drone standing at attention like him. Despite being large, both in height and width, #098 couldn't see any differences between the two of them, they had the same glossy latex covering them from head to toe, both of them where wearing identical boots and gloves.
"Perfect!" their master said. #098 looked back to him, who was smiling as another person walked inside, this one being a tall blonde woman. She looked at #098 and sighted, before turning to their Master.
"So, that's it?" she asked.
"Yes" their Master said "They're now perfectly obedient drones that will do whatever I tell them to."
"Really?" she said, glancing at the two drones again. "Prove it"
"My pleasure." the Master said, turning to them. "#097, smack #098's ass!"
"Yes Master." the other drone said. He turned around and smacked #098's rubber clad butt. The shorter drone didn't even flinch as the smack echoed through the room despite the burning pain that he felt, instead he kept staring at the two people in front of him.
"See?" the Master said, giving the woman a huge smile. "They do whatever I tell them to, and won't complain about anything, not even pain."
"Well, it's quite impressive." the woman said, walking closer to them. "We can leave them alone right?"
"Course we can!" the master confirmed "They'll stand there until I come back and give orders."
"Good." the woman said. "Since I felt like celebrating our newest member."
"Ooh, that sounds perfect!" the Master said, quickly taking off his coat and throwing it to the side.
"Heh, I thought you might like that." the woman said, crouching down and whispering something into #098's ear. "I'm sorry, Silver Bullet. I'll keep Angel safe for you" she stepped back and, after giving him one last, pity filled look, walked out of the room with their Master.
#098 was confused by what the woman had told him. He had no idea what he had to do with Silver Bullets or who this angel was, but he buried those thoughts. Drones weren't meant to ask questions after all, they are just meant to obey without question.
And that's what #098 and #097 do. Their drones and they will obey their master. No matter what.