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Chapter 28 - CHAPTER 027: The Ohio Asylum arc- EXPERIMENTAL WING

Very slowly, they distanced themselves from the slinky framed beast. The John searched his fanny pack, mister Whiskers used telepathy to soften the ripples their foot steps made on the wet tile floor, and Dusty continued the interview in a whispered tone.

"So you know what that is?"

"Is this the time to be talking about it?"

"Yes, I might have to raise that thing! I need to know what to feed it, at least."

"Tough luck, because last I checked nobody knows what it is. Ancient deity weakened by time, a cursed former human, or even a crash landed alien; nothing has stuck when it comes to a definitive theory."

"You sure know a lot. Did you fight this thing before, mister undercover hero?"

"What? Ha ha, what makes you say what? No, it was the all star league who fought this... A supergroup which I am definitely not a member of!"

"Okay, you seemed oddly defensive there, but I won't pry. What makes this furry slinky so dangerous?"

"Didn't you see the other rooms?"

"Yeah, but I got to ask for the viewers at home, duh."

After struggling to hold in a sigh, for fear of waking the beast, Dmitri finally responded.

"It's powers and form change based on the season. It can escape, and then when you try again a month later, it's completely different."

"Maybe we could use it for pyrotechnics," mister Whiskers commented.

"Oh, we could convince Juniper with an argument like that. But first, do you have a plan to avoid my girlfriend seeing this?"

"Uh, could you hit it with your bus?"

Dusty stopped talking and studied the dimensions of the laboratory.

"The golden bus won't fit in here. I'd have to use mini mode," the driver whispered.

"I've got a single use tranquilizer gun. I don't think it was designed to handle a thing like Calendar Creature, though."

"What if we shoot it and run back into the tower area, I can definitely throw It under the bus there."

"I'm worried it would kill us before we even made it back to lab 1."

Dusty looked to mist Whiskers for an idea, and the monster vaguely shaped like a cat delivered.

"Sandra can't be here if it is still asleep; why don't we just seal the area back up, pretend we never stumbled in here."

"Good plan!"

With everyone in agreement, the trio snuck back towards laboratory 3. It was at now, when the hard part seemed over, that tragedy struck. From back in the common area, a melodious singing drifted into the wing. It was like the morning sun on grass still wet with dew, breathing life into the mausoleum like facility.

The Calendar Creature was roused from his slumber and, seeing intruders in its territory, gave an ominous squeak.

"Shit," Dusty exclaims, "Where are we gonna find space for this thing?"

"Not it! I already gave a quarter of my bunk to the gregs," mister Whisker declared.

"We need to run for our lives," the John interrupted while breaking into a sprint.

SQUEAK!

The Calendar creature swam through the air like a snake, its position becoming the eye of a rapidly forming hurricane. The high speed winds sent rain everywhere, flooding laboratory 4 further.

"Look on the bright side," Dusty commented while fleeing, "At least it can only be one season at a time."

"No, you fool!"

Suddenly, computers across the lab turned on at once.

"Subject 4S1997 is awake, proceeding with experiment iteration #3,457. Seasonal shift activated..."

The four labs each experienced rapid changes in temperature and, as Calendar Creature crossed the threshold between lab's 3 and 4, it underwent a rapid transformation in form.

The hurricane folded in on itself, becoming a large storm cloud. The creature, at the center of it all, emerged as a green alpaca. The length of its neck made the top of its head kiss the cloud, giving it the appearance of a gloomy crown.

"Spring showers, not great!"

CRACK!

Lightning shot out from the cloud, scorching everything it hit. Dmitri grew more stressed, as it was gaining on them. The two teenagers, conversely, grew more relaxed, as the singing grew louder.

The creature reached the second lab, undergoing another metamorphosis.

"Why does that fox have such long legs? Is it supposed to be stretched out, like the guinea pigs?"

"I think it's supposed to be a maned wolf," Whisker's added.

"Can you all focus! We are going to die if it gets too close, now!"

The blazing fox on stilts that Calendar creature had become barked with a gravitas more befitting a roar. The temperature and humidity in its vicinity rapidly increased, baking the nearby equipment.

The trio ran further, reaching the first lab. The temperature here had been adjusted to just above freezing, and their breath became foggy.

"At least it isn't Christmas," Dusty mused again.

"Shut up!"

Carols suddenly blared through the speakers, and Calendar creature experienced an extreme shift of forms. It now resembled a chinchilla made of snow, and atop its head was a little Christmas hat.

"No, not avalanche!"

Snow engulfed them, threatening to soon bury the hapless teenagers and aging hero.

"Oh, would you look at this cutey," a voice akin to a fairy-tale princess said in a tone entirely unbefitting one.

"Come here, sweetie. Mommy's gonna make you a pet!"

SQUEEK!

"Oh, there's no need for that kind of language. Why so jumpy?"

SQUEEEK!

"I know what you need, a fresh carrot! Oh, I can see your chubby little cheeks drooling. Come here, come here... Good boy! I'll call you Jeff!"

And, just like that; a being, which almost bested the strongest hero super group alive, became the pet of a teenager.