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Amniotic has a minion!

Friend... the Clear Slime

Amniotic

The

Chibi Experiment #886
Owner:

~~boy~~

Age: 5 years, 4 months, 1 week

Born: December 16th, 2018

Adopted: 3 years, 7 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: September 14th, 2020

Pet Spotlight Winner
September 18th, 2022

Statistics

Level: 10
Strength: 13
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 4
Books Read: 1
Food Eaten: 6
Job: Towel Folder

It was too late to stop now. They had to keep going, they didn't had any other choice, right? They wouldn't do this on purpose... right??

I don't remember the... begging. How could I? You don't remember being inside your mother's womb neither. But I don't have a mother.
Sometimes I'm glad I don't remember. I wish I had more memories of them being with me, but the pain always come with it.

They were so happy when I gave my first signals of being alive. They always praised themselves for this feat, even when the whole project changed directions and keeping me going became the focus! Who would've known a project based on the idea of creating laboratory-grown meat would turn into a revolutionary life creating experience. They played God by accident.

I remember their faces so clearly. All of them! They would always smile when looking at me. Almost always.
But when they noticed they couldn't deal with their creation they just... gave me away. Something about "never having to work in their lives again", then those new people came and took me. Took me to a cold, white, clear space. The new tank they put me in was far more advanced than my old one, but it small and... cold. All I remember is cold. They never smiled at me. Maybe because they could only see their faces reflected on the glass, and not me.

I guess I did something wrong, because they stopped showing up. New people with big machines in their hands, machines I wasn't familiar with. Big, dark, making explosion noises. Then the people in white would just lay there with red water flowing from them.
My thank was covered and I never saw anything again... ever. They never returned, no one ever returned. I almost wish the people in white would wake up and look at me. But I have my memories with them. They loved me, I know.

They loved me.
Right?