Author notes:
Uhh a lot happened this weekend? I had to attend a school football game for pep band and that took seven hours of my Friday and pretty much knocked me out most of Saturday, rip.
I then tried to warm up my brain for writing by watching ahead and watching the finale but then the finale revealed way more information then I was expecting and Rex's mech form was so cool that when my mom gave me unlimited access to my drawing app I, uh, sketched out a poster of Rex and his mech form and then also sketched out eight pages of a Generator Rex fan comic of scene from yet another AU.
I promise I have a chapter each for my other two fics in progress, but my brain wants to justify the brain cells I sacrificed while figuring out composition for the scene I sketched out by actually writing the context missing from the comic lol.
If you wanna see the poster I drew visit this link:
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And if you wanna see the comic I sketched out you can, but please be mindful I sketched this out with the visuals in mind so my handwriting is pretty much not even readable. I write my 's' really weirdly.
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Anyways this is kinda going into the horror genre so be mindful and enjoy!
Rex lies sprawled out on the cold hard tiled floor of one of the many labs in Abysus, his small form crumpled in on the gaping wound in his chest. As blood escapes from the hole in his chest and into the cloth of his favourite shirt, Rex watches with an odd feeling of detachment as his shirt is slowly stained red.
The blood glistens in the harsh blue lights of the room as it drips down into the forming pool of blood beneath him.
Rex is not exactly sure how he ended up here alone in the lab, dying.
Why was he injured? Did something go wrong with an experiment, and it blew up? How did he even get into the empty lab, which should have been locked uptight?
Rex tries to remember what happened before he woke up lying on the floor with all his might, but everything hurts, and the pain forces a wet moan from his lips.
As he lies there in agony, with certainty the end is near for him, distant yelling coming out of the hall catches his attention.
Rex tries to look towards the noises but his vision blacks out when he moves his head.
Rex startles when hands come seemingly out of nowhere and start lifting him up. Rex curls into a ball as they rush him out of the lab and succumbs to unconsciousness.
When Rex wakes, Rex finds himself on an examination table. He shivers and weakly coughs up blood and bile.
His blood-soaked shirt is cut away and peeled from the wound in his chest, and as Rex reaches up and tries to check out his chest, he realizes his chest has a mess of metal and plastic tubes coming out of it.
Transfer tubes for nanites. Were...Were they going to pump him full of nanites and hope for the best?
He wildly looks around the room and sees his parents' faces behind glass. His mother is crying, and his father is desperately talking with the other scientists. One of them gives a grim nod and presses a button.
A high-pitched noise Rex has come to associate with nanites powering up starts up above him, and Rex watches in horror as nanites flow down the tubes and into him.
The red hot pain of his chest having a large gaping wound was quickly sharply contrasted by the cold, metallic taste of the nanites surging into him. It was like being dunked into an ice-cold pool, and Rex screamed as he felt a million bugs scatter and spread out underneath his skin, stitching his torn flesh back together again.
As his vision started to blackout again, Rex could feel the ice-cold feeling of nanites wrap around his heart, and with a sharp painful squeeze, he could feel the organ forced to beat again as he lost consciousness.
The next time Rex woke up, there was an ache in his bones that was not there before and a chill to his flesh that didn't want to warm up.