Chapter 11 – A Trap Indeed
"Truth to be told, young man, this godforsaken Project Walrider was not the real venture to which I intended on devoting my last years." Wernicke began explaining in a tired, hoarse manner. "No, I had greater plans. I have always held German folklore in high esteem, therefore I wanted to share the glory and beauty of it with mankind. But that's when things went south, precisely." Wernicke sighed. Miles refrained from asking how long the tale was going to last - he did not have much time left to sabotage the wedding Tim Burton would beg to get the rights of to shoot a movie about (A musical maybe?, he pondered). He let the old man spill the sh*t. "Yesterday, we mixed the infusion tubes while testing the subjects. One of the pipes was filled with unicorn mane volume gratifier. Little did we know that dissolving in a sick mind, it acts as a love potion and renders our lives a living hell." Wernicke paused to let all the information hit Miles. A chaos dominated the videographer's conscience as he tried to process the input. "What do you mean by unicorn mane volume gratifier? And who got it? What's this blabber about!? I can't make order of what you just told me, old man."
Wernicke stared daggers at him. "Be as spiteful as you may, even you could appreciate the glamorous sight of a unicorn. Here at Murkoff, we wanted to bring a wonder to life - we wanted to breed unicorns. Their mane is prone to get tangled so we invented a potion which would have had to suffice as hairspray. Needless to say, it had other unwanted symptoms and we had to shut down Project UniRider, much to my dismay. But it seems a larger dose of the potion remained intact in the tube, thus resulting in a great calamity. The test subject to endure the effects of the so called love potion is the one called Eddie Gluskin." Miles was overwhelmed with all the tiny bits of wtfery of Wernicke's speech. Only one sane question popped up in his mind. "Don't you have some kind of an antidote?" he hastily asked.
"Wait until you hear the catch. I am most regretful to have to break this to you, but somehow Gluskin managed to lay his hands on another vial of the same love potion and shot it into your friend." Miles heard a clang as the camera fell from his hands. This day just could not stop being worse and worse. "Now, in a smaller dose, it has the effect of a love enhancer. Unfortunately, in a larger amount, it stirs aggression and predominant needs of assuming supremacy in a specimen. In plain English: there will be a fight for dominance between Gluskin and your friend due to the fact that your friend… he received a larger dose, I'm afraid."
"And you have run out of antidote last week, right?" Miles sarcastically guessed. "Is there anything we can do to salvage Waylon's means of surviving or should I simply establish myself as a wildlife cameraman and film the unprecedented encounter?"
Wernicke slow-pacedly rolled forth with his wheelchair. "Should you cease to be rash, you could realise I am here with you, trying to spoonfeed you the significant details instead of hiding in a basement. There is a reason to why I concealed my identity and came to the surface. Jeremy Blaire, greedy little rascal as he is, would like to make profit on the scandal of the love potion. Nevertheless, we are able to stop that from happening. I was watching you from the start, Mr. Upshur, and I have to assure you, you were right about the cake. It has the key to everything we see unjust. Follow me and help me get it."