Kyle drummed his slim fingers on the metal table, he watched as Stan clicked his tongue and tap his feet to the cold floor.
They were in the laboratory, waiting for to show up. The only noise that surrounded the two long term best friends were their breathing and the tapping off hard medal.
"Do you think he'll show?" Stan asked, as softly as he could, delicate to not disturb the peace too much.
"Of course," Kyle straightened, "He has to show, this discovery could change history as we know it."
Stan exhaled through his nose as he rested his elbow on a medal table and placed his jaw on his fist, "He's taking a long time to show."
Kyle nodded in agreement. Finally, there was a knock on the door. Kyle and Stan both gave each other a look as they walked over to the door. They unlocked the door and opened it, suspecting to see the elder wrinkly white man.
Instead, there was a teenager, with horrible acne and carrying a greasy pizza box. "Did you guys order a pizza?" His voice was squeaky, it was obvious that he was a late bloomer.
"Stan!" Kyle shot a glare at Stan, they were supposed to be looking professional and ready to talk about business when showed up. He didn't even want to imagine how they'd look like with pizza stains all over their lab coat.
"I was hungry." Stan answered, sheepishly. He pulled out his brown leather wallet, "How much?"
"$7.28"
Stan handed him a wrinkled $10 bill, "Keep the change." He said as the teenager handed him the pizza. He closed the door and nudged Kyle with the corner of the pizza box. "Dude, cmon don't be mad."
Kyle crossed his arms, "We have to be prepared when shows up and having pizza stained lab coats doesn't send the right impression."
"Dude, a slice wouldn't kill anyone." He grinned and opened the pizza box, "I got your favorite~"
The box was opened to have golden cheese spilling over the red tomato sauce. On top of it laid several slices of pineapple and green bell peppers.
Kyle rolled his eyes, trying to hide his smile. It was so damn corny but thoughtful that Stan was able to mesmerize his favorite pizza toppings and order a large pie, despite the fact that he preferred plain cheese or vegetable. "Fine." He said, and grabbed for a slice. The cheese string stretched before finally breaking apart the second he bring it up to his lips. He takes a bite and the taste overwhelms his taste buds.
"Pretty good, right?"
Kyle nodded, wordlessly, before taking another bite.
They ate in silence, Kyle's mind drifted off into a fantasy. He thought about the cure, and what he'd wear to the many hospitals he'd visit with sick kids while holding the cure. He thought about the sick kids giving him weak smiles and maybe hugs, before Kyle handed the cure to the head Doctor. He thought about the newspapers that labeled his name, front to back and between. He envisioned large stacks of money being mailed to him and Cartman throwing the money in the air while dancing to the classical songs of Lady Gaga. He'd glance at him and smile, before returning his eyes to the many letters from the now cured children.
All the letters would say something along the lines of Thank you, ! Or God answered my prayers when he made you.
The knock from the door quickly alarmed Kyle as he quickly averted his eyes to the door and abandoned his pizza back in the pizza box. He dusted his hands off with his jeans and fixed his lab coat before opening the door.
There, was an elderly obese man in a wheelchair, " ?" A tan man stood behind the wheel chair, he stared at Kyle, his eyes were friendly enough.
Kyle nodded, smiling brightly, "Yes, hello Mephesto." He opened the door wider for the pair to enter, "Please, come in."
The tan man pushed the elder inside the lab without a problem.
"Thank you, ." He gave him a weak smile, "But please just call me Mephesto."
"Alright then," Kyle couldn't contain his grin as he fixed his tie, "In that case, please call me Kyle." He gestured at the ravenette to come to his side.
Stan speed walked next to him and hid his arms, elbows down, behind his back as he gave the pair a professional stare. It was more like an observing stare, as if he were studying the pair. But a greeting, no less.
"This is my partner, ." Stan lifted his hand out to the elder, who graciously accepted and gave him a firm handshake.
The elder man crossed his arms and rested it on his lap, "When I got a call from you, Dr-Kyle, I was in immediate shock that you were interested in the rare disease known as Hemophilia." He rested his elbow on the armrest and cupped his jaw, "What sparked your interest?"
"My brother was diagnosed with it at a very young age." He forced his voice to stay calm. Jesus, he's practiced saying everything in the mirror before and now that he's faced with the real deal, his mind was going blank.
"I see," he tapped his saggy chin, "And is it common in the family?"
"No, of course not. My brother is adopted."
Mephisto raised his eyebrows as if he were surprised, he crossed his hands, "Ah, very interesting, Kyle." He gazed at his surroundings, "Do you wish to get started?"
Kyle nodded, "Of course, Mephesto."
"Very well," he twisted his head to the tan man's direction, "Kevin, please unpack the suitcase."
Kyle hadn't even realized the nearly bald man carried a small miniature suitcase. He placed it on the metal table and unzipped it, there he took out blood samples all labeled very sloppily. He took out jars that all had different types of goo in them.
Stan held in his vomit as he saw a jar he's all too familiar with, considering Wendy encouraged Stan to donate his sperm to the couples that couldn't have a baby.
But it didn't bother Kyle one bit, he liked admiring things that would soon be the ingredient of something bigger. Kinda like being a kid and eyeing the ingredients sitting on the counter as your mom mixed it all in together, resulting in a big brown chocolate cake.
"What types of chemicals do you own?" Mephesto asked when all the equipments were set, scattered, on the table.
"Many, " Kyle started, he thought off all the chemicals he had currently in the lab. Most of the chemicals were hazardous to begin with, but he trusted that the elder knew exactly what he was doing. "Biotoxins, Acrylonitrile," he paused, realizing he couldn't possibly memorize all the chemicals, the words were so unnecessarily long. "We have many more, I just can't name all of them at the top of my head." He smiled at the elder, hoping he'll think it's a little joke but the man doesn't smile, he just studies the genetic mutations all trapped in jars. "Bring me all of the chemicals."
"All of it?" Stan said, in bewilderment. "Sir, you must understand that most of the chemicals in the lab are dangerously hazardous, and some are even under-"
"Do you not trust me, ?" His eyes searched the ravenette's blue ones.
Stan pursed his lips, he knew he needed the promotion. And if things go right this will give him a fat paycheck in the end but what this old man was demanding was completely bonkers. They needed to have precautions, they didn't even know this man on a personal level, he could ruin things with his and Kyle's lab, not to mention ruin their career.
He felt a small hand clamp around his arm, he looked to see Kyle with pleading eyes. He grunted lowly as he looked at the elder man, "Of course." He said in a growl.
The elder raised his eyebrows at the pair, he stayed like that for a few seconds before speaking, "Doesn't it get...awkward?"
Kyle raised an eyebrow, "Pardon?"
"You know, being very close partners in the same career while maintaining a healthy relationship."
Stan stared at him, "...Huh?"
"I've never really approved of coworkers dating each other, but I suppose I could let it sl-"
"Hold on there." Kyle said, "Stan's not my boyfriend."
The man stared at him in bewilderment, as if he had just heard that Kyle has an unformed twin attached to his body, "But...the intimacy when you touched him and the way you were able to compel him to trust me just by looking at him." He shook his head, "You boys have to be dating."
Kyle stifled a laugh, "He's like my brother. Of course we're very close but nothing near a romantic relationship."
"Yes," Stan agreed, "Besides, he already has someone to make the bed rock."
Kyle blushed as he nudged Stan's arm, "Dude, be professional."
He just winked at the smaller boy.
"Oh." Mephesto looked relieved, "Very well then. If you could please get me every chemical you have in the lab."
Kyle nodded at Stan, Stan walked over to the walk in closet and the corner of the room and slipped on a pair of gloves. He grabbed a bottle of a hot green liquid and another bottle of a yellow substance, he carried each of them by the neck as he placed it on the medal table.
"Might I ask," Kyle straightened, "What you are planning to do with the chemicals?"
"I am going to combine it with the mutations I have already prepared, " he gestured at his jars, "If my calculations are correct it will form a liquid that is dangerously poisonous if it is not placed in freezer overnight. After that, it will form into a hard rock like form."
Kyle nodded in understandment, "I can't thank you enough for helping us, Mephesto." He smiled, "What percentage of the money do you desire to acquire yourself with?"
The man waved him off, "Please, I don't do anything for money nor fame. I do it out of the kindness of my heart."