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And I’m the monster?

Summary:

Akio kirishima, a failed science experiment forced to go through horrible things.

Notes:

HEAVY GORE. This is a oc lore to keep track really since I keep forgetting it all. This all started because of the song boots

Chapter 1: Night time is the worst.

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A slam of heavy chains hit the ground.

 

A scream quickly followed after the loud crash, as well with the brutal sound of bone cracking, he was going to be sick.

 

He hated this life. This situation. This god-awful basement. A lab even. Full of bodies, either dead or alive. Most of the dead ones were half eaten by other experiments.

 

Akio hated all of this. He didn’t want this. He wanted to go home. Where even was home? Did he have one? He’d never be sure since he was sure he’d never be saved. Since he could remember he was thrown away and used, so many needles and agony he was put through. The amount of trauma he had been put through, of course he thought this was normal. How could he not? it’s all he’s ever known.

Another sickening bone crack shot through the room followed by another scream of pure agony.

 

there was no anger nor sadness in the scream, just pure pain and fear. He didn’t dare to look to the side since he knew what was happening, they hadn’t eaten in days. In weeks even, they had to do what kept them alive. Which meant eating what they could, the poor girl was only 12. Forever 12, he’d never forget her screams for help and agony followed by the sound of bones crackling under knuckles before silence filled the rotting room.

 

At least her suffering was over, she didn’t have to endure any more of this brutal treatment. He dared to open his eyes, his nose scrunching up to the smell of rotting carcasses and bodily fluids and other things. He flicked a maggot off of his leg, trying to keep the gag that built up in his throat. He stood up and paced back and forth, it wasn’t the rotting smell nor the sound of skin being ripped from bone that was worrying him, no. But the fact that those— beings, those— dare he say monsters had taken his siblings up to the top. No one knew what happened up there. Well. They all knew but it went undiscussed. He anxiously stared at the big metal door trapping the 16 other people in here, all aging from different ages. From as young as 3 too up to 17. He scratched at the rotting skin on his forearm, eyes locked on the doors. Blood pooled around his fingers where had scratched until he bled.

 

Hours passed, layer and layer of skin peeling off of his skin. Another sickening sound filled the normally quiet room, this time it wasn’t someone eating. No, someone was getting sick all over themselves while shaking violently, and yet— despite the display of pure need, no one batted an eye. The big metal doors opened, a man in a white lab coat stood there and stared at the ‘experiments’ before he shoved a young girl and an even younger one into the room. A gasp of relief left the teen as he raced over, cupping their faces and holding them tightly.

 

“Are you two okay? You were gone for ages— oh god, what happened?”

 

Despite all the agony he had been in himself, he made sure to be gentle. Well, as gentle as he could be as he cupped their arms in his hands, scanning over the reddening bandages. One of the girls took a small breath in, clearly about to speak before akio was grabbed roughly by the collar he wore, growling in distress. The two girls huddled close together as he struggled, pulling back before suddenly, he was grabbed and the teenagers vision went black. It wasn’t unusual for him to be knocked out, he was always one of the firey experiments, as the monsters described him.

He groaned softly as he held his sore head, blinking slowly when his vision began to clear out, revealing a darkened room. But it was clear where he was, he knew this room all too well. He struggled against the chain around his neck, his eyes pacing around until they landed on four men, dressed head to toe in white gear.

Fear struck his heart, he hated this part. This was probably the worst.

 

They approached him, ignoring his threats of violence and pain. He was restrained by the horns by one of the men, screaming and wriggling, another man holding him still and keeping his eyes open. The boy screamed out, trying his damn hardest to keep struggling, keep fighting, but god was his body tired. Tired of fighting. He screamed in pure agony, pure unfiltered rage as one of his eyes were injected with a serum. The men stepped back, the teen falling to the floor and sobbing as he cradled his sore eyeball, his body shaking in pain. The pink haired boys working eye locked onto the men, panting angrily.

“ you fucking— ILL KILL YOU! I WILL!”

 

He stood up, trying to lunge at the men but the chain attached kept him away at a safe distance for the monsters staring back at him. A hollow laugh filled the room, one of them smirking.

 

“You know how to put up a fight don’t cha? Definitely different than..well.”

 

The monster stepped aside, another teenager, around akios age was dragged in. The teens locking eyes with each other as Akio shouted and shook his head.

“No! Don’t you fucking dare! I’ll fucking kill you all ! Stop it-!”

 

As on cue, the boy was restrained once again. One of the monsters forcing him to keep his gaze on the new comer. The teen looked afraid as he rightfully should be. Suddenly a hard punch was delivered to the teens jaw, making the small boy cry out in pain and falling onto his ass. Akio tried his hardest to keep his eyes shut but his best was never enough in this place. In this, horrible dark place. One of the men placed his hand in the teens jaw, forcing it to open.

 

“Heya freak, how far do you bet this things jaw can go?”

 

The monster cackled loudly, the new teen meeting akios eyes in fear. The pink skinned male turned his head away, gagging. He was forced to look at the scene, watching as the skin stretched and the bone was forced apart in an unsettling way, he watched in horror as the man kept pulling the boys jaw open, until a horrific crack filled the room, the boys jaw disconnecting and falling open. The man laughed loudly at the scene, only trying to force his mouth wider. Sick began to pool in akios throat before he got sick infront of him, panting as he shook violently.

That scene was sickening and twisted, only a peek of what the pink haired boy was forced to go through on a daily bases. He hated this but unfortunately this was the only way.