Scientific Endeavors

Upstairs, a young man by the name of zachary had just woken up from a short lived nap. He ran a hand through his dark green hair before letting out a long sigh. Hopefully, this mood wouldn’t last the rest of the day. He tossed the sheets off, and tried to will himself to stand up to take advantage of this alone time in the house. If he was lucky, he’d have access to his dad’s computer, where he’d be able to play some flash games.

Zach rolled off his bed and let out a loud groan. Alone again. He landed on his arm with a thud, and let out a painful “owww!” Slowly he got up and walked out of his room, and headed down the stairs, lethargically taking his own sweet time with each step. “Ugh. Not her again,” he said to himself, remarking upon the fact that his dad had wasted money yet again on a babysitter. “I’m seventeen, why would I need a babysitter?” He asked himself. He blinked a couple times to coax his eyes into a state of awareness. “Ohhhh why did I decide to take that nap!” He complained as his stomach growled.

Zach sighed, and walked down the stairs, each step looking more mechanical and robotic than the last when he finally made it down the stairs, he trudged into the kitchen to go make himself some lunch. A pre gaming snack tradition for himself. After setting up his sandwich, he sat at the dinner table, and lifted the pb&j to his lips, about to take a bite. That’s when he noticed.

Across the room was the door to the basement. The door that was always so carefully locked. This time however, the door was slightly open. His father’s request to stay out of the basement was left ignored. He was in that rebellious teenage stage of life, so who could blame him. He slowly tugged the door open, and peered down the stairs.

Nothing. So far so good. He slowly walked down the steps, venturing into the forbidden part of his home quietly, sneaking down each step creaking as he stepped on it. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he couldn’t see anything, so he reached over to the wall, and flicked a light switch, lighting up the basement in an artificial yellowish white glow.

Zach stared up in awe of the laboratory he was now standing in. He had no idea something like this was under his house. Looking around the room he could see several different dials and monitors, showing different readings of this creature’s body chemistry. He slowly approached the tube, and stared up at the woman suspended in the fluid. Looking at her face he saw there was some sort of face mask strapped to her, pumping some sort of gas into her system. Possibly a modified anesthetic. He looked at the warning sign on her glass tube and considered what it could mean. “Pyra,” he read aloud, looking up at the redhead before going back to the warning plaque. “Dangerous and controlling... well. The controlling part definitely sounds like dad.

The young man looked at her pruned hands, and couldn’t help but feel sorry for the girl. He sympathized with her. Sometimes it felt like his dad wanted to keep him in a metaphorical glass tube to keep him stuck in the house. As a result of this, he had basically no social life. He had a sudden spark of inspiration. What better way to get back at his dad than to break the glass tube. He would be, in a way, carving a path to his own freedom by going through with this. He looked at the glass for a few moments, before coming to the conclusion that literally just smashing it open wouldn’t be the safest thing to do, for him or the creature.

The young man looked around the room before finding a control terminal near the tube. Taking a few steps towards it, Zach placed his hands on the keyboard and began clicking through the different command prompts and files, before finding the containment commands.

//suspension_fluid: [true]
//halothane_feed: [true]
//glass_containment: [true]

Zach went up to the suspension fluid tab and clicked on true, and soon, the liquid began draining from the tube, and piper’s body began lowering until her face mask was pulled off, and a white vapor began spraying lightly into the tube. Zach quickly went to the halothane feed, and assumed that that was the anesthetic, and clicked true, and it changed to false. Just as he did so, the gas pumping through the mask cut off, and the last of the liquid drained out from the bottom of the container the creature was laying in. There was just one last thing to click. With one push of a button, there was a few noises and the glass tubing began lifting up and tilting back, leaving the bottom part of the container

//suspension_fluid: [false]
//halothane_feed: [false]
//glass_containment: [false]

Hearing the poor creature speak English was a bit jarring for the young man.!he quickly ran over and pulled her up into his arms. “Are you okay?” He asked. She obviously must have been weak after not being able to use her muscles for the past... however long she’d been down there. He looked over at the terminal, and realized the stand it was sitting upon also acted as a towel rack. Grabbing one, the young man started brushing it gently across the wet creature’s skin and scales.

When the girl asked who he was, Zach stayed quiet as he was a bit hyper focused on the task at hand. He continued drying the creature with the towel, still gently rubbing it against the scales at her hip. When she moved suddenly, and wrapped her arms around him, Zach tensed up a bit, as her thick scaly tail was now in his lap, and her arms were wrapped around him loosely with her chest pressing into his back.

Hearing her ask again who he was, he began stuttering, “I-I’m Zach,” he said simply, trying to turn to face her, but she was right in his blind spot. He went back to scrubbing at the scales once again with the towel, not knowing what else to do. Now that he saw how thick her tail was, she seemed a bit more of an imposing creature, and a strong one too.

Zach was a bit startled as this girl began nuzzling herself into his neck before quickly wrapping around him, and forcing him on the ground with his arms pinned. “W-Wait, play?!” He asked, not quite sure what to make of this question. No, this didn’t feel like a question. It was more like a demand, given his circumstance. As the warm coils pressed in on me, I couldn’t help but let out a quiet gasp as I hadn’t expected her to be so warm. Snakes usually were cold blooded, but for some reason, she was warm.

Zach started sweating in the scaly grasp of this creature, not quite understanding how she was able to produce so much heat. He groaned slightly as he felt more coils join the mix. “W-what type of game are you t-talking about?” He asked, just as she began stretching, and tatoos began surdacing on the woman’s body. When she mentioned they were her weak spots, he couldn’t help but wonder what she meant by that.

When pyra suggested that he take off his shirt, he was immediately opposed to it. He was self conscious about his body, and didn’t feel like taking off his shirt. The coils soon reached his throat, and he let out an, “urk,” his eyes widening just in time for those three rings of color to enter his mind. He thought to himself, ‘would that be so bad?’ After thinking it through for a few more moments, he finally spoke, “S-sounds g-good.” Those coils were starting to feel hot anyways, and the clothes were getting uncomfortably stuck to his skin.