Mad scientist/test subject o/o?

And of course Tyler did try to fight back. He was, after all, pretty strong for a human. He kept trying to break free, even knowing it probably wouldn’t work. He muttered out a stream of curse words as he went.

Subject C just kept carrying the man, silently, feeling a little shy and a little embarrassed in equal measure. Griffin was over the moon, however, taking the man down to their lab and strapping him down on an examination table, taking out some very, very sharp looking tools and trinkets.

“What are you going to do with me?” He asked, his voice surprisingly steady for a man who had just been kidnapped off the street. And while he wasn’t used to that, he was used to dealing with some crazy people.

“I’m going to make you… better. I’m going to make a perfect human. You’re already almost there, it won’t be hard.” Griffin said, sounding a little bit deranged and very, very, very dangerous.

“People aren’t meant to be perfect.” He replied. He could tell that Griffin was very much insane, at least from his perspective. “Literally the purpose of humanity is to make mistakes. People can’t be perfect.”

“Of course they can! I’m going to remove the evil from you, and then mold you into a being that makes a mockery of the angels. Isn’t that not obvious?” they said, loading a syringe with a strange green liquid and taking an alcohol swab to clean the site of injection-the base of Tyler’s neck.

“It’s not sustainable for a human to live like that.” He continued, honestly a bit surprised that he still sounded so calm. “What’s the point in doing it anyway? Why would you want someone perfect?”

“Just to see if I can. I don’t have much else to do. You’re either going to become a perfect being, or turn into a lizard, so either way I’m getting a good result.” they shrugged.

Now that made the panic start to kick in a bit. Because who in the hell would be okay with possibly being turned into a lizard? Not him, that’s for sure. But it was too late to do anything now.

Griffin was about to inject Tyler, but then stopped. “Actually, I should go eat lunch. And I should have been recording my progress. No real scientist goes on an empty stomach and doesn’t record their progress. I’ve been slacking!” they said, almost triumphantly.

Tyler couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of relief as the other pulled away. Since he now had a bit of extra time, he once again tried to escape.

The restraints were too strong, however, and allowed for no escape. When Subject C noticed Tyler moving about, it only tightened them. “I’m sorry about Griffin. I told them they weren’t ready to test on humans, to use more mice, or something, but they just wouldn’t listen.”

“Eh it’s okay.” He said, even though honestly, it wasn’t. But he figured it’d do him some good to be nice.

“I don’t even believe in all that perfect being bullshit. Human morality is far too complicated to determine anything, but Griffin is sure there’s an answer. Sorry if you end up all scaly-like and monstery, my paren- Griffin, I mean, just won’t listen.” Subject C said as the enby left.

He nodded a bit in agreement. “Well there’s nothing I can do to stop it now I suppose.” He said, and would’ve shrugged if he could’ve.

“Well it is unfair to you, even if I have to play along with things. Griffin just won’t stop, you know?” C said, a little worried. “Because… I fear for them, you know? They’re always pushing themself to hard, it’s unhealthy!”

“Oh? And what exactly do you want me to do with this information?” If there was something he could do to convince this so called ‘Griffin’, he’d sure as hell give it a try.

“I’m sorry, I was just venting to you unnecessarily. I’ll be quiet now.” Subject C said softly, turning its face away.

He softened a bit. “It’s alright. Not like I have anything better to occupy my time with anyway.”

“It’s not as if I can release you, or I would. Griffin would totally ground me if I did, which would suck.” it said to Tyler.

He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at the robot’s use of the word. “Well I appreciate the thought, I suppose.”

“I mean, why do they have to make all the rules? I mean, they are my creator and basically raised me and I totally don’t see them as a parent what are you talking about that’s crazy hahahahahahahahah, sorry am I rambling? Do I sound like I’m rambling? Oh, right, rules, rules and regulations, traffic laws and all that, do I sound like I’m rambling?” it asked frantically.

He laughed a bit more, smiling softly. “Just a little bit.” He replied, honestly finding it a bit interesting.

“I’ll be quiet now. So, what are you like? What’s your life all about, I mean?” Subject C asked, tilting its metal head.

“Eh not much. Mostly just whatever I want from moment to moment. I make enough money to live on and I can work from pretty much anywhere so I move around.”

“That sounds more interesting than my life on all counts, don’t be so hard on yourself.” the android said softly.

He chuckled a bit. “I suppose you’re right. I did have it pretty good. Oh well.” He sighed softly.

((Bump?))

(Whoops.)

“Well, Griffin will be back any minute now, so I’d best be quiet. Socializing with experiments is frowned upon in their book.” Subject C said.

It was weird to hear someone refer to him that way. As just an experiment. But he guessed that was something he’d have to put up with now. He nodded as much as he was able. “I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble.”