Drafts (Mostly Inanimate Insanity)

"Hah! Loser." My brother quipped.

"I'm not a 'loser' for being excited to work with Papa!"

"Uh.... you kinda are." He spoke, saying his usual bullshit. He laid on the bottom bunk of our bunkbeds. Papa had gave them to us because we were twins, it sucked.

"You're just jealous."

Papa had invited me to help him in the lab. He was a scientist or an engineer or something. Either way, he was working on this brand new project with our older brother, Gabe. That was until he quit. Now it was my turn to follow in his footsteps. I didn't know what the project was yet, so it was even more exciting!

"No, I'm not! I don't even want to work on that dumb project anyway." He whined. He was so jealous.

"Whatever, Shawn." I rolled my eyes.

Once I was ready, I ran down the stairs, skipped a few steps, and out the door where Papa was waiting for me in the car.

"Are you ready, Michael?" He asked as I buckled myself in.

"Yup!"

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I skipped down the hall with joy, holding Papa's hand.

"Stop it, Michael. You're making a fool of yourself."

"Oh." I stopped, "okay."

"Since you are eleven now, I've decided you're old enough for this. Don't make me change my mind."

"Yes, sir." As he continued to talk, I looked around. The hall had door after door, all filled with people, I assumed. But their windows were fogged up, so I could only see silhouettes.

But my father stood proud. A keycard necklace hung from his neck. He wore a lab coat to hide his green turtleneck sweater. His glasses covering his green eyes and bringing you to look at his blonde hair instead.

"Here we are." He put his arm out as we stood infront of one of the doors. It soon opened automatically.

I gasped a little.

We walked through the doorway to a white room. It was small, with two chairs close to door. Infront of us, though, was a half-wall with glass making up the rest of it. On the otherside was another plain white room. This one was bigger that the one we stood in, though. It also had a few doors connected to it. But besides that, there was nothing in there.

"I don't get it? W-what's the project again?" I questioned my father.

BANG!

Suddenly a hand slammed on the glass from the other side. I jumped.

Then I realized it was a person.

They backed away from the glass, balancing themself. Were they okay?

They looked young. Maybe a little older than me. They were quite tall, afterall. They wore a hospital gown.

They looked around, confused and scared. I felt bad for them.

"Hi...." I waved through the glass. They looked up, hearing my voice and stared into my eyes.

"Hi." I repeated, having gotten their attention.

They press their hand on the glass again. This time gentler. They tilted their head, like a dog.

"Hi... um," I looked at Papa. "What's their name?"

He looked back at me with a hint of surprise. Like he wasn't expecting me to ask.

He shrugged, "I haven't given them one yet. Do you want to?" He gave me an endearing look. My eyes sparkled with potential.

"Oh! Uh, okay, yeah! Hmm..." I thought for a second. I was terrible at naming things. I thought back to school, being the last place I was besides home. We had art today. "Um, how about...." I looked at their hair. "Paintbrush! Because their hair kinda looks like a paintbrush?"

"Heh, perfect." He praised. Pride swelled in my chest.

I turned back to them. "Hi, Paintbrush." I waved. "I'm Michael!"

They slowly copied my hand moving. "H-hi." They spoke carefully. "Hi!"

"Oh! You can talk! Can you say 'Paintbrush'?"

"P-pai.. Paint- Agh!" They yelled, frustrated they couldn't get it immediately like I could.

"H-hey, it's okay...." I tried to calm them down but it was useless. They began to throw a bit of a tantrum. Stomping their feet and yelling sounds. As they did, I noticed their hair seemed to spark?

Suddenly, a loud alarm sound came through the speakers on the other room. Paintbrush instinctively covered their ears. The sound soon stopped after that.

They look absolutely terrified, like they've never heard a sound so loud. Tears prickled their eyes.

I turned to my dad. He bore a stoic expression. He held a remote in his hand.

I stepped away from him a little. "Why would you do that? You scared them."

"They were acting out, Michael." He looked at me as I gave him a hurt look. He simply scoffed, "They'll get over it."

The subject looked to Papa, seeing his expression and backing away out of fear.

"What is this project, anyway?" I asked carefully.

"Your job will be to entertain the subjects. My job is to take care, prepare, train, and generally make sure they're perfect."

"What if they aren't?"

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"You'll see."

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Here it is
The very first draft of lab rats

I originally wanted it to be a fic

The first chpt. from Michael (aka MePhone) pov and the rest would be from the kids

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