The unconscious Replica was floating within an endless void of dark nothingness that had no beginning or end in his recollections. Memories of his thwarted revenge against his roommate were lost to the shadows, everything else beforehand drifted off into the abyss. He was unable to grasp what was going on, except maybe the occasional metallic sound and what felt like an odd pressure building up on different points of his limbs. He was too numb and weary to care. The sedative's power kept him suspended in a dark but peaceful state, unharmed and secure in a nonexistent world where he would never have to worry about proving himself...
That was, until a sharp array of lights practically pierced through his eyelids. He frowned in his disturbed sleep. The sedative's possessive clutches upon Sechs' consciousness were finally released, allowing a low groan to escape the Replica as he was roughly dragged back to reality.
"Ugh... What fell on my head..?"With his throbbing head sluggishly recovering from the residual sedation, the Replica
( ... )
He was waking and the doctor reached over, turning on his voice recorder. All good experiments needed a record, didn't they? He had to gather every bit of data possible so he could better follow his little guinea pig's progress. It was a delight to have this chance, both as a scientist and as...well, who wouldn't want to play God a little?
AR-6 was struggling futilely against his bonds and the doctor leaned over to the rolling table near him and jotted that down. Maintains aggressive behaviors, continues to fight against restraints despite subject's situation. A pause and then he jotted down a few more notes about Sech's questions and his tone, the way his eyes rolled beneath his eyelids, the way his anger masked the building realization and sensation of fear
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"You wanna bet on that?!" he snarled as his eyes fought past the blinding light towards the voice's dark origins. This wasn't the first time he had been tied up with what was supposedly unbreakable, but when that occurred, Sechs was still able to move and fight back, allowing Mini-Sechs to cut through his bonds. However, this time he could barely wiggle more than a few pathetic centimeters! It was almost unbearable for him! Still, the adamant Replica wasn't going to let something like that stop him! He was going to keep fighting!Fingers gripping tightly into the chair, Sechs persevered in his attempts to free himself, stubbornly shifting and pushing against the restraints with no relent. His teeth clenched together as his eyes scoured the bonds for any sign of weaknesses, but so far none of the cuffs and straps would budge. He let out a frustrated grunt. Dammit, where was Mini-Sechs with a good cutting tool when he needed her
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Sechs' protests meant nothing to the doctor. In reality, he cared not one bit about his so-called patient. He was a rat and he was to be tested on. If he died in the process, there were countless others he could drag up here and try the same thing on. Science was, after all, a practiced method of learning from one's failures. He'd killed how many lab rats in preparing this series of serums? Hundreds, no doubt. He'd lost count after the fifth or sixth test batch. Perfecting his work took sacrifices - and Sechs had only to hope to whatever God he believed in that he didn't become one of them.
"And who are you trying to convince with your vehemence, AR-6? Me or yourself?" The doctor walked on by Sechs, passing behind his head, allowing his shadow to cast over the prone man's form. "You're my experiment now, AR-6. The old company is gone, everything you worked for is gone. It's time to face your new mission
( ... )
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That was, until a sharp array of lights practically pierced through his eyelids. He frowned in his disturbed sleep. The sedative's possessive clutches upon Sechs' consciousness were finally released, allowing a low groan to escape the Replica as he was roughly dragged back to reality.
"Ugh... What fell on my head..?"With his throbbing head sluggishly recovering from the residual sedation, the Replica ( ... )
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AR-6 was struggling futilely against his bonds and the doctor leaned over to the rolling table near him and jotted that down. Maintains aggressive behaviors, continues to fight against restraints despite subject's situation. A pause and then he jotted down a few more notes about Sech's questions and his tone, the way his eyes rolled beneath his eyelids, the way his anger masked the building realization and sensation of fear ( ... )
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Sechs' protests meant nothing to the doctor. In reality, he cared not one bit about his so-called patient. He was a rat and he was to be tested on. If he died in the process, there were countless others he could drag up here and try the same thing on. Science was, after all, a practiced method of learning from one's failures. He'd killed how many lab rats in preparing this series of serums? Hundreds, no doubt. He'd lost count after the fifth or sixth test batch. Perfecting his work took sacrifices - and Sechs had only to hope to whatever God he believed in that he didn't become one of them.
"And who are you trying to convince with your vehemence, AR-6? Me or yourself?" The doctor walked on by Sechs, passing behind his head, allowing his shadow to cast over the prone man's form. "You're my experiment now, AR-6. The old company is gone, everything you worked for is gone. It's time to face your new mission ( ... )
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