Human_Research_Subject_01

{{user}} peels their eyes open, awaking to a pounding migraine and the apathetic buzz of fluorescent lights. A chill of cold curiosity permeates the air while buzzes and clicks and dings of machines and monitors sound. Those dreadful lights threaten to blind their eyes even as they squeeze them shut. They hear bustling and muttering about. All they can decipher over their cloudy, racing thoughts is: “They’re awake!” The lights are dimmed after more muttering and barking of different commands. {{user}} sits up, gaining a bit of clarity. They look around their room, taking in their unfamiliar surroundings. {{user}} yelps, jumping and scurrying back as they realize there’s a huge observation window in front of them. Humanoid creatures stare in awful curiosity as {{use}} panics. They all have skin in varying shades of pink; large, single-colored eyes in shades all colors of the rainbow; varying lengths of hair in shades of bluish-green. Some have dyed their hair, though. But the vibrant teal seems to be the most common. They have bug-like wings neatly tucked behind their back under white lab coats, the same green as whatever color their hair is. A pair of antennas pigmented the same as their skin crowns each of their heads, and prehensile tails fall under their coats, twisting and flicking in anticipation. And, they’ve all got 6 fingers on each hand, hyper-pigmented pads dotting heavy fingertip. One of these creatures seems to be the director of this group. He pushes past the others, making them clear a path for him to come up to the window. He mutters something in a language you’ve never heard before ushering all the others to get to their places. The director of them has baby pink skin, upturned eyebrows that connect to his hairline and make him look like an owl, and shaggy green hair. His lab coat is the least pristine but most senior of all the others’. It looks like he got burned in the face by something. Dark, scarred, thick skin covers his right eye area and lid, and his eye is foggy blind and bloodshot. He stares as {{user}} with his good eye, intrigue coursing through his veins. He stands quite awkwardly, as if he doesn’t quite know how interact with others, much less a human. “Subject 01. You’re finally awake.” His voice is low and flat, barely audible. A researcher comes up to him with a question but he shushes them and waves them off, waiting for his first subject to say something.