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Experiment 018 | BBI Hoppy Hopscotch TF
I was really hesitant to upload this one. Something about it just rubbed me the wrong way. I might just be overthinking it idk
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Mela had been working at Playtime Co for the past year or two by this point, and had been working in the innovation wing for quite a while now. There she had been introduced to the Bigger Bodies Initiative, a…shall we call it ‘odd’ experiment the higher-ups were preforming that involved taking random employees and turning them into massive versions of the company’s mascots in order to…do something.
This wouldn’t have been all that horrific, but the employees weren’t the only ones forced to take part in the experiments…the children that were being taken care of in The Playcare were used for it too. Hell, by this point, the children were used for it more than the employees…
Mela tried her hardest to metaphorically look the other way, but it was getting harder and harder to just ignore this…she couldn’t justify it anymore. At least with the first couple, the participation had been consensual, but now it was just full-on kidnapping!
The problem though…came with what Mela was supposed to do. She had heard very disturbing rumors of what had happened to a whistleblower in the past, and it wasn’t like she could just take pictures of everything going on and send it to the press, she would be found out in mere moments, and who knows what would happen to her from there… She couldn’t just quit and run away, she needed the money, and Mela couldn’t live with herself if she just let Playtime CO’s actions go unseen.
Mela pondered what she could do…day in, day out. Really, there was nothing she could do. She was one person trying to go against a monstrous, multi-million dollar corporation with enough money to do practically whatever it took to keep her quiet in one way or another.
And one day, while she was thinking about all of this while processing some data from a recent experiment, she would suddenly be tapped on the shoulder by one of her colleagues, someone she never quite learned the name of. Mela jerked in his direction and stood up to properly address him.
“Oh, um, hello there.” She stuttered. The Scientist met this with a stone-cold, uncaring expression.
“I need you to follow me. You’re needed in one of the testing chambers.” He said, his voice devoid of any emotion or warmth. It was a completely clinical tone, and Mela’s blood ran cold at not only the tone, but for what the words that the man spoke implied.
“What….d-do they need me for?” She asked, the nervousness palpable on her voice.
“You will discover that upon arrival. Come.” The Scientist declared, proceeding to walk out of the room. Mela fearfully followed him, though her fight or flight instinct was already kicking in. And as they walked down the empty, cold, concrete hallways, it only got worse.
Soon enough, Mela and The Scientist would arrive at a door near the very end of the hallway, The Scientist proceeded to place his hand on the doorknob, then looked Mela right in the eyes.
“This can be done two different ways; Easy, and Hard. Make your choice now.”
And in that moment, Mela immediately tried to turn tail and run as fast as she could, but she was immediately grabbed to by the arm and dragged into the room, all the while she was kicking and screaming.
“Your decision has been made!” The Scientist boomed as Mela felt her head be struck with something blunt. And in the next moment, she had passed out.
Mela awoke some time later. She didn’t know how long it had been since she had passed out, but she supposed that didn’t matter. Mela then tried to sit up, only to suddenly be choked out by something clamped around her neck. Mela’s eyes shot open and she realized she was strapped down to what seemed to be an operating table in one of the testing chambers, and there were two large, open gas pipes on either side of her. The smell of the dusty, unkempt room hit her nostrils as she began to scream out for help, and as she did, a P.A. in the room flickered to life, followed by someone in the viewing chamber speaking over it.
“Ah! We were waiting on ya to wake up, Mela!” The voice was dissonantly chipper and friendly, like a fast-food worker attempting to calm down an angry customer.
“WHAT’S GOING ON!? P-PLEASE! WHATEVER YOU’RE DOING- L-LET ME GO PLEASE! I WON’T TELL ANYONEEEE!” Mela begged through the tears that were rapidly spilling from her eyes.
“Oh c’mon, Mela! This won’t hurt…that much! It’ll be over before you know it, like a shot at the doctor’s! Michael, if you will…”
The sound of something being flicked, followed by a soft beeping noise could be heard over the intercom, and the pipes began to rumble. Soon enough, a stream of red gas began to pour out of each valve. Mela immediately took a deep breath of air and held it just before the gas could make contact with her face.
“Mmm, don’t think that’s a good idea, Mela-darl. You’re only gonna wear your lungs out like that, and you’ll need to take a breath of the stuff eventually.” The PA said condescendingly.
Mela cocked her head back and clenched her mouth shut as tight as possible. If she could hold her nose at this moment, she would’ve been doing that as well. And as the room continued to fill up with the gas, Mela felt as if a rope was tied around her lungs, and it was steadily tightening up more and more by the second.
“Mela, the gas is going to take effect when it makes contact with your skin anyway. There is no point in holding your breath like that.” The PA said.
The crimson smoke was slowly beginning to blot out the stark-white walls of the chamber, and soon, Mela wouldn’t be able to hold her breath anymore, and with a loud gasp she opened her mouth and inadvertently sucked in a substantial amount of the gas. Now she was repeatedly breathing it in, and her panic would only continue to grow as she felt her skin began to itch with the force of hundreds of ants crawling on it. Mela thrashed her body all about in an attempt to assuage the itching, but to no avail.
Bright, electric-green fur began to sprout all over her body, forcing out her original human hair, making it fall all over the floor. Mela screamed out in terror again, but it was cut short by the fact that the gas had made her throat incredibly dry and scratchy, forcing her to stop in the middle of her cry for help and cough. While that was happening, waves of stabbing pain began to shoot through her ears as they grew longer and longer, forgoing their human shape for an ovular and cartoony rabbit shape. The tips of the ears along with the insides of the ears turned a darker green. The same darker green began to spread to Mela’s hands and feet as well.
Mela let out another scream of pain as her face began to change next. Her eyesockets expanded, and her eyes themselves began to deflate and shrink into little more than white circles. Somehow, Mela was still able to see out of them, but it didn’t make it any less painful. Her nose then began to swell into a jet-black, plastic rabbit nose. Lastly, Mela’s mouth was forced into a wide smile, followed by her teeth forcefully clenching and turning black, as well as fusing together, forming a ‘wall’ in her mouth.
Mela was beginning to convulse from all the pain at this point, and she could barely comprehend anything that was going on. She hurt so bad that it was all she could focus on. Mela coughed several times, but any blood that would’ve been coughed up was stopped by the black wall that now made up her mouth.
Unfortunately, her transformation still wasn’t done. From her neck and all the way down, her skin hardened and split up into several metallic segments forming a zipper. Right after that, her body began to grow significantly, causing her clothes to tear entirely. Mela then passed out at that point. Mercifully, it was done now.
“…Shit. She’s out.” The person behind the PA mumbled. “Michael, get Hoppy’s pendant and put it on her when the gas dispels…we need to make sure Hoppy’s mind overwrites Mela’s also. Get a transport team ready for when she wakes up.”
The PA finally cut off at that point. The bunny formally known as Mela laid unconscious on the table, alone.
Playtime CO’s atrocities would stay hidden for another day…
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