---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monica Vieta squinted her eyes through the blinding white light. Where was she? What happened? "Subject 3097 has waken up. Please proceed to the auditorium." "I'm not a subject!" She shouted. And besides, her feet and hands were tied to the chair she was on. "Hey!" "No talking Subject 3097." The voice spoke up again. It seemed to be a robot talking not an actual person. "Ah, no you can leave this one alone, Roberta. We, have, ah, personal business to take care of." An all to familiar voice said. 'Diablo!' Monica's mind screamed. Her to-be step dad. "Hey! Leave me alone! Get me out of here!" She shouted again. Why was he here? And who was Roberta? "No can do darling, I'm afraid you're stuck here with me." Diablo's pink face came into view reminding Monica of a strawberry. But there was a difference- he was grinning like a madman. "You, you, what did you do this time?!" She had so many question bubbling in her head. And this wasn't doing anything. "And you're not afraid of anything!" "Ah, thank you dear." "Shut up!" "I don't take orders from a 12 year old." Monica gritted her teeth. "I'm almost thirteen in case you forgot with that small brain of yours. Small brain, big head. What a good mix for a madman." "Shut up." "I don't take orders from a madman." Hah. Roles switched in a pinch. She smiled satisfactory but it quickly vanished when he held a needle at her chest. She looked down and realized two things. One, she wasn't wearing her comfortable attire of sweatshirts and jeans of all shades. No, she was wearing a pure white Tee and leggings. That were also white. Second, the needle had something glistening white on it. She blinked. Were they obsessed with white or something? But the needle looked like a threat. "This," he held up the needle, "could make you tremble with fear. Do you want to know why?" So it was. "No." Monica snapped. She didn't need anything extra. He told her anyways. "It will torture you. Send blasts of energy into your body. " She cringed and shivered. That sounded horrible. Who would do that? "Where am I?" She demanded. She had questions and wanted them answered. Diablo smiled wickedly. "Welcome to Clear Water Lab, Subject 3097. The people here have been either been volunteered, criminals, or troublemakers." Monika thought in silence for a moment ignoring the subject comment. That would mean that some people here were dangerous. Criminals. Monika wasn't a criminal. Nor a troublemaker. But she would have never volunteered. "I didn't volunteer." She told him confidently, but confused. "Guardians or parents can also volunteer their child." Her mind instantly went to her mom. Her sweet, sweet mom would never. Monika swore it on her life. "My mom would never!" She snarled. Diablo was really pissing her off now. Was her mom worried? "Oh no, she didn't. I did." "You're not my parent." "Soon to be though." Monika glared at Diablo and shook her arms attempting to loosen them. Diablo took something from a white table behind him and she realized it was a type of necklace of some sort that had a blank silver jewel on it. "Put it on." He instructed. Monika rolled eyes. What, did he think she was, stupid? "No." She told him. His eyes sharpened and his other hand came up with the needle that had white stuff on it. The one that shot energy into you. Monika pressed her lips together wondering if it was worth it. "Put it on." He repeated, the threat lingering in the air. Monika sighed and reached for the necklace tugging on her arm that was still stuck. She stared at him helplessly. He rolled her eyes, unclasped the necklace and wrapped it around her neck. The necklace tightend on her neck fitting itself. "Roberta, release Subject 3097." The ropes slide of of Monika and Diablo slammed his fist on the table where the needle and necklace had come from. "And don't think of doing anything stupid. Subject 3097." She glared at him in response. "Please proceed to autitorium Subject 3097." "I don't know whe-" "I will be your guide Subject 3097." Monika stood up and a image of a robot that she assumed was Roberta began to drift towards a corner of the room(?) she was in. She guessed they were walking towards the door. Diablo was there in a flash and opened the door for the both of them. "Good Luck. You'll need it. Subject 3097." Monika wished that she wouldn't be called that so as she walked out the door and passed him she hissed, "You know my name. Call me by it." And she swore she heard him whisper back, "And you should know you place. Welcome to Clear Water Lab, Subject 3097. Your doom." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ᗴᑎᗪ ᗝᖴ ᑕᕼᗩᑭ丅ᗴᖇ 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ⚝◌ STORY BY ◌⚝
| Holy gosh, there's already 3 views.. AHHHHHHHHHH | Ah....not one of my best stories but whelp. Here the note goes... Subject 3097 is inspired from all those dead RPs out there. (most of them discovered past days ( Friday, Saturday, 20th and 21st of November 2020-)) that include Brainwashed and Scientests both of which I checked out and proclaimed as dead. (gosh, you're formal-) I'll attempt to make a chapter every week which is probably not going to work out as my brain is near dead and yeah, school. (by the way, note. Don't be afraid to blow up my mailbox. I need it. I get like, 13 messages everyday? I'm not sure. It's because I respond to them on the spot unless I'm in class, eating, or being separated from my laptop. (my dear computer- ;-;) I'm mostly on a lot so...yep. Don't be afraid.) Moving on, there's going to be no art for now and I'm like, 90% sure this is going to get like, 2 veiws (including myself). Also, I'll probably trash it later because 1. I'll loose motivation and 2. I'll think it's a bad idea. that's all I gotta say. I think it's a totally original STORY (not like, story line. Uh...there're not the same things?) And...bye. :> - @slytherinspirit P.S. Don't kill me for grammer mistakes. P.P.S. Thanks for reading :D P.P.P.S. Also, congrats for reading this far- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter two : https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/453513630/