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Mutated_318 has a minion!

Minion the Cerberus




Mutated_318
Legacy Name: Mutated_318


The Common Experiment #3485
Owner: Lovesongs

Age: 16 years, 8 months, 1 week

Born: July 6th, 2009

Adopted: 16 years, 8 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: July 6th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 10
     
  • Strength: 26
     
  • Defense: 26
     
  • Speed: 23
     
  • Health: 28
     
  • HP: 16/28
     
  • Intelligence: 2
     
  • Books Read: 2
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Stock Worker


chapter one

Elliot opened his eyes and surveyed the room he was in. The first thought that hit him was the fact that he could not remember, for his life, what he was doing last night. Must have been a good night. His mind did not process much except for the fact that the bed he was laying in was uncomfortable, and everything was way too bright. He shut his eyes and rolled away to shield himself from the blinding lights overhead. He froze... something felt different.
Abruptly he sat up, and temporarily snapped out of his grogginess. Intense pain struck him everywhere. He winced from the rush of pain, but did not cry out. He couldn't. What the hell is going on? He observed the room much more closely, now that he was awake, and discovered he was in a hospital-like room. A tray of silver tools stood next to his bedside, each shiny and razor-sharp. His stomach began to roll in a disconcerting way. This isn't a regular hospital room. He wasn't sure what made him think this, but something felt terribly out of place. Particularly, his spine.

Frustrated, he lay back down and closed his eyes again. Just as he was about to fall back to sleep, he heard a door open and he opened his eyes.
A young man in a white lab coat had come in, holding a clipboard and chewing thoughtfully on his pen. He said nothing as he observed Elliot, occasionally taking the pen out of his mouth to take some notes. "Who are you?" Elliot asked. "Where am I?"
The young doctor looked up, startled at the sound of Elliot's voice. Elliot felt a as well- speaking seemed to be difficult for him now and his speech came out slightly garbled.
"Well, I suppose I should tell you who I am. I am Dr. Rosenberg." The man paused to look down at his chart, then looked back up at Elliot with a smile on his face. "According to the media and official records, you were declared dead yesterday morning, 7:35am, at the hospital. However, as you can see, you're not dead." He paused, smile fading. "I wasn't supposed to tell you that," he said quietly. Terror in his voice. "I'm just here to check up on you. I don't have the authority to answer any of your questions. I will send a nurse in shortly to administer your medicine for the pain." Without a word from Elliot, the doctor spun on his heels and strode out of Elliot's room.

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