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Subject Faraday

a scientist is tasked with finding a way to contain a special subject, a simple task until feelings start to get involved

Luciohr · LGBT+
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47 Chs

24- Strange number

I finally reached my house after walking I don't know how long, i really would appreciate if that girl made a portal to my house next time.

Why am I thinking about a next time?, i don't want to have a next time.

Anyway, I still haven't forgotten about that "tea" I still have it in my arm as a matter of fact, But it's not like I can do anything to analyze it, I worked at a hospital but it's not like they gave me their machines as a parting gift, in fact, no business does that, how the hell did that girl got those furnitures?.

Bah, I can look at it tomorrow, I want to sleep.

Ooooh god the bed is so fluffy...

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I CAN'T FUCKING SLEEEEEEEP.

Fuck it, I'll make my own machine.

I'm sure I can get the blueprints online, all I need is the material. I don't think most business are open by now, I think it's like... *looks at the clock* yep,

3 am.

Well I can use something from all of this laying around. I'm most likely not going to have enough to have an spectrometer but at least i can get a microscope.... hopefully.

I just need some glass and a material to hold it. I can deal with the glass and the augmentation.

meanwhile where do I put this... elixir?.

a random cup I had coffee in my room would do the trick, obviously, I cleanse and deeply disinfect the cup before I put the liquid in it.

After looking around the house for about 10 minutes to find something barely suitable for the microscope I find a PVC tube laying around below the kitchen sink. I even forgot I had a kitchen at this point since I have lived with nothing with instant noodles and bags of cookies for the last year and and a half but anyway.

The tube has the correct length for my to transform it into the stance of the microscope, now, glass.

I don't want to destroy my glass beakers, I love them.

Fuck the plastic ones but not my precious glass.

Perhaps I can grab a piece of my window to ok who am I kidding I'll need to destroy one of my beakers.

after destroying what was left of my soul here, I managed to print the glass in a way the augmentation was enough for it to work just like a regular microscope. obviously without electronics since I don't really know to to print a functional motherboard or circuit, but anyway, it's done.

I grab just a couple drops of the liquid and put in in the microscope.

After minutes of looking carefully at different lenses I see surprisingly nothing weird, to my surprise there is no brain eating amoeba.

it's just... liquid, I won't say just tea since I really need to inspect it more carefully with a spectrometer, but for now at least it's not an organism that is making her stupid.

She is JUST stupid.

I spent a total of 30 minutes on this... I don't know what else to do at this point, there are hours left before any store opens... I guess just laying on my bed doing absolutely nothing but stare at the roof for 5+ hours is...again.... the only thing I have to do.

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*🎵 I wake up to the sound of th-*

Oh for fucks sake.

my phone started ringing, after knowing that Alan would constantly call me for work, I decided to finally put a song as a ringtone... I regret it.

It is an unknown number, usually this means it's either an extortion call, a business I don't care about or someone I don't know which I care even less about.

I mean my life is as boring as it gets now so what the hell, i'll answer.

-Hello?

-Oh it's you!, finally. (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

-Oh... you.

-Yep that is me.(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

-I genuinely don't remember If I gave you my number.

-You didn't. (⁠●⁠´⁠⌓⁠`⁠●⁠)

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-Hello?, are you still there?

-Yes...

-You don't sound happy. (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

-How did you do it?.

-Oh, when you left I remembered that you didn't give your phone number so panicked for a bit and starting dialing numbers at random, i can't believe my luck either haha (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

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-What is wrong, you don't feel like talking today?.

-How many times did you try?.

-83.

-I guessed so.

-...

What the hell did I get involved in?

-But don't worry I will try to not bother you as much as I can, also it's really late so maybe we should be sleeping by now haha (⁠*⁠﹏⁠*⁠;⁠).

-Don't worry, I wasn't planning on sleeping for today.

-Oh you too? that is wonderful, do you want to spend the night tal-

-No.

-Ow why not?.•́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

-I don't feel like talking much today.

-But will you feel like talking some other days?. ←⁠(⁠>⁠▽⁠<⁠)⁠ノ

-... I guess.

-Nice, we should hang out then. ←⁠(⁠*⁠꒪⁠ヮ⁠꒪⁠*⁠)

-... I suppose... I guess I deserved to meet a serial killer at some point.

-Huh? (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

-Nothing, I'm just watching the TV, a really good drama series.

-Oh how nice, how is it called?.

- I... a... hmmm.

- I get it, you're so deeply moved by the drama you can't think of anything else, don't worry I've been there too (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠).

- Y-yes that's it.

-Anyway I'm glad I got your number finally. I'll call you some time so we can meet somewhere to be and spend some friendly evenings. (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

-I'm.... looking forward to it.

-Me too dear friend, me too (⁠θ⁠‿⁠θ⁠). I'll see you later, bye byeeee.

The phone call ended.

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I am getting killed aren't I?.

What the hell is wrong with that girl?. At first it was a little quirky and fun, But now I'm actually quite scared of her.

I gotta clarify that Mildred does not represent a danger to anyone, she might appears as a psychopath, and.... well she kinda is, but not in a dangerous yandere way you know.

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