*slap*

Ratt was awoken rather rudely to one of his captors; the captor currently present was a rather petite man with round glasses and messy hair, wearing the same black lab coats all his captors wore. In hands he held a clipboard and in tray on a desk next to the injection chair as Ratt had come to call it an array of new and mysterious torture tools...which was really just more syringes filled with unknown substances.

looking around Ratt was greeted to the same dreary box he had been in for years. dark purple blacklight his only source of light.

"your arm." the doc said without even looking up from his clipboard.

Ratt had stopped trying to communicate with these bastards after the first month of being in isolation. 5 years ago he had been kidnapped from a playground after everyone else had gone home. Ratts parents had let him go out to play on his own for the first time only the week before when he turned 9. He didnt remember much just a bag over his head and then waking up in this forsaken box. he had tried communicating with his captors only to get beaten any time he said even a word or disobeyed any order. If there was one saving grace about this box there was a digital calendar Embedded in the wall it aloud him to keep track of time. he was 14 as of 3 hours ago.

Ratt held his arm out as the doc instructed.

"syringe # 243 Subject Lab Rat now being injected stand by for data," the doc said into a earpiece.

his arm littered in scarred holes was pierced once again. normally when injected Ratt would feel nothing but this time there was almost an immediate subtle tingling sensation. that scared him but he knew better then to show his fear. whenever an injection gave a sort of feeling of any sort it was a bad sign, immediately after being injected only one of two things happened either he would get high and trip out like he was on the loopiest of drugs or Ratt would be in excruciating pain of an unknown time. looking at the tray there was still 2 more syringes.

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Ratt started feeling terribly drowsy he had never felt this tired before still he held his arm out diligently. the next syringe was put into his arm and within seconds Ratts whole body went numb. he slumped over unable to move but still aware of his surroundings his heart beating faster then it ever had before as if it knew something he did not. he heard the Doc talking about injections again.

"administering the final syringe # 245 Potassium Chloride will report final status of subject Lab Rat in 10 minutes."

Ratt did not like the sound of that. He tried to get up to fight to do anything but he could not move. Try as he might Ratt could only watched in horror as the doc picked up his arm placed it on the the arm chair and injected him with the last syringe. he could not feel it go into his arm but he could see it. the first syringe had only made him tired not unaware. and then he felt it all at once the sound, or lack of, the beating in his chest like a rhythm he was not even aware of before had gone silent almost deadeningly so, though he had never really been able to hear it before the abscess of it was clear as day and then there was darkness.

"subject Lab Rat terminated as schedualed." the doc stood up from the chair gathered his things and strode towards the unassuming wall. he looked back with pity before shaking his head waving his card and walking out the door.

" we were so close too. if only those nonsensical dungeons had not appeared. well I suppose he is probably better off dead anyway. not like some test subject would be able to fight off those monsters. I guess its time to Evacuate." the doc strode down a hall and disappeared around a corner.