Walden leaned forward, his crimson eyes fixed on Dr. Flowera as he discussed the logistics of transporting the new test subject, A-1721-A. "We need to ensure that all paperwork protocols are followed to the letter," he emphasized, his voice firm with authority. "I want detailed documentation of every step of the process, from extraction to transportation."
Dr. Flowera nodded, taking note of Walden's instructions. "Understood," she replied, her tone professional yet accommodating. "We'll ensure that all necessary paperwork is completed and filed accordingly."
Walden continued, his expression serious as he addressed the potential risks involved. "Additionally, we'll need to equip the subject with a collar in case it becomes... unruly," he stated, his gaze flickering to the door of the room where A-1721-A or what he heard the others call it, as the bunny was housed. "We can't afford any incidents during transportation."
Dr. Flowera nodded in agreement, understanding the importance of safety precautions. "Of course," she assured him as she finalized the arrangement. "I'll make sure that the necessary measures are taken to secure the subject during transport."
"Y/N," Walden's voice cut through the air, drawing your attention away from the door in which housed the test subject. He gestured toward his thigh pocket where his access card was stored. "Use my card to access the necessary documents," he instructed, his tone authoritative yet measured.
You nodded in acknowledgment, reaching out to retrieve the access card from Walden's pocket, careful not to touch a bit of him. "Understood," you replied,
As Walden turned to accompany Dr. Flowera to obtain further documents, you took a moment to gather your thoughts. With Walden's card in hand, you made your way to the designated area.
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"Looks like everything's in order," Dr. Flowera remarked minutes later her tone brisk as she held a clipboard by her hip, adjusting her glasses with a quick motion. "You can retrieve him as early as tomorrow."
The news caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of surprise. "That fast?" you mused silently, your thoughts racing as you processed the sudden timeline for acquiring the new test subject.
"Yes, indeed," Dr. Flowera confirmed, her tone matter-of-fact as she glanced down at her clipboard, scanning through the details. "All the necessary paperwork has been processed, and we've ensured that everything is in order for the transfer."
You couldn't help but feel a pang of unease at the speed of the process. It all seemed to be happening too quickly, leaving little time for thorough preparation. However, you knew that time was of the essence, and delaying the transfer could pose risks.
Taking a deep breath, you pushed aside your reservations and nodded in response. "Understood," you replied, "We'll be ready to proceed tomorrow."
With that, you turned to leave,
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As Y/n and Walden settled into the car, the atmosphere was tense, weighted with unspoken tension and anticipation. The silence between them was palpable, each lost in their own thoughts as they navigated the winding roads back to the factory.
Walden's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his expression unreadable as he focused on the road ahead. Y/n stole a glance at their employer, noting the furrowed brow and clenched jaw, signs of the burden weighing heavily on his shoulders.
"You alright, Mr. Darling?" Y/n ventured, breaking the silence with a tentative question.
Walden's gaze flickered to Y/n briefly before returning to the road. "As alright as I can be, given the circumstances," he replied, his voice tinged with guarded walls.
Y/n nodded in understanding, the gravity of their situation hanging heavy in the air. They lapsed into silence once more, the hum of the engine the only sound accompanying their thoughts.
As they approached the factory, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of their stomach that seemed to appear on most days.
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The next day dawned with an ungodly hour, the darkness of the early morning still enveloping the world outside. Y/n groaned as they dragged themselves out of bed, their body protesting the cruel interruption of sleep. Rubbing their bleary eyes, they stumbled through their morning routine with half-hearted effort, longing for the warmth and comfort of their bed.
Just as they were about to collapse back into bed, their phone buzzed with an incoming call. With a sigh, Y/n answered, their voice thick with sleepiness. "This is (L/N) residence, what can I help you?" You murmured sounding like some kind of call center agent
"Y/n, it's Walden," came the crisp voice on the other end of the line. "I need you at the factory. We're moving forward with the transfer today."
It's so early yet no grace of a morning voice, amazing (sarcastic)
Y/n's heart sank at the reminder of the daunting task ahead. "Right... I'll be there," they replied, trying to shake off the grogginess that clouded their mind.
Dragging themselves out of bed once more, Y/n hastily dressed and if they decided to drown in cold water a bit, no one would know.
"So fuckin early," Y/n grumbled under their breath as they trudged towards the bus stop. The chill of the morning air seeped through their clothes, sending shivers down their spine. It's not even winter, yet it's so cold. They had opted to leave their own vehicle behind, knowing all too well the dangers of attempting to drive in a sleep-deprived state.
As they boarded the bus, Y/n slumped into a seat near the back, their eyelids drooping with fatigue. The rhythmic hum of the engine combined with the gentle rocking motion of the bus threatened to lull them back into slumber.
Leaning their head against the window, Y/n closed their eyes for a brief moment, trying to steal a few precious minutes of rest before reaching the factory.
Or most clearly,the forest that hid it.
Y/n jolted awake as the bus came to a sudden stop, their head colliding with the window with a dull thud. "Motherfu-!" they exclaimed, rubbing the sore spot on their forehead. The sudden impact served as a rude awakening, dispelling the remnants of drowsiness that lingered in their mind.
Some of the passengers in the bus looked at Y/n, a pretty small crowd at this early hour but a crowd is a crowd so you willed to die right then and there.
Blinking rapidly to clear their vision, Y/n glanced around, realizing they had reached their destination. With a groan, they gathered their belongings and made their way off the bus, feeling slightly disoriented from the unexpected wake-up call.
Despite the slight mishap, Y/n shook off the lingering grogginess,and if they knew that some passengers were wondering why they were heading towards a forest with only a shoulder bag on? They wouldn't care.
Y/n stood beside Walden's car in the dimly lit garage of the factory, their arms folded tightly across their chest as they tapped their foot impatiently. The early morning chill seeped through their clothes, causing them to shiver involuntarily.
Glancing at their watch for what felt like the hundredth time, Y/n let out an exasperated sigh. "Where is he?" they muttered to themselves, frustration creeping into their voice as they blew into their hands and rubbed them.
Minutes felt like hours as they waited anxiously, their impatience growing with each passing moment. They checked their phone for any messages from Walden, but the screen remained stubbornly blank.
With a frustrated huff, Y/n began pacing back and forth, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the walls of the garage. "Come on, Walden," they muttered under their breath, their frustration mounting with each passing second. "Where the hell are you, you son of a fu-"
Y/n's frustration peaked as Walden's voice grew louder, his heated conversation echoing through the garage. Wearing his signature turtleneck of depression
As Walden approached, his expression was strained, his brow furrowed in annoyance. He glanced at Y/n briefly, his gaze filled with a mixture of irritation and exhaustion. "Sorry for the delay," he muttered, his voice terse as he pocketed his phone.
Y/n raised an eyebrow, suppressing the urge to roll their eyes. "No problem," they replied, their tone laced with thinly veiled sarcasm. They knew better than to push Walden further when he was in this mood.
You may have stopped yourself from rolling your eyes but Walden didn't stop himself. Walden gestured towards his car. "Let's get going," he said, his tone curt as he headed towards the driver's side. Y/n followed silently, their frustration simmering beneath the surface as they climbed into the passenger seat. Y/n sat beside Walden in the car, the rhythmic hum of the engine lulling them into a state of drowsiness. Despite their best efforts to stay awake, the early morning start and lack of sleep from the previous bus ride took its toll.
With each passing minute, Y/n found themselves drifting in and out of consciousness, their head nodding forward before jerking back upright. Micro sleeps plagued their journey, brief moments of unconsciousness that left them feeling disoriented and fatigued.
Walden glanced over at Y/n, noticing their struggle to stay awake. "Hey"
Y/n blinked sleepily, their eyes struggling to stay open. "What's this...?" they murmured, their words slurred with exhaustion. Despite their attempts to shake off the drowsiness, it seemed to weigh heavier with each passing mile.
Walden paised for a moment before he rolled his eyes "coffee obviously"
"Uh huh" you murmured and took the cup, no signs of being drank from so you gulped all that unhealthy caffeine down.
As the car engine hummed, Y/n glanced at Walden, searching for any sign of willingness to engage in conversation. "So, how are you holding up?" they ventured, their voice laced with concern.
Walden's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white with tension. He remained silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "I'm fine," he replied curtly, his tone leaving no room for further discussion.
Y/n sighed inwardly, sensing the familiar wall of defensiveness that Walden often erected in moments like these. They knew better than to push him too hard, especially when he was already on edge.
Just as Y/n was about to drop the subject, a sudden jolt rocked the car, causing them to grab onto the dashboard for support. "What the hell was that?" Y/n exclaimed, their heart pounding in their chest.
Walden's expression darkened as he glanced in the rearview mirror, his eyes widening in alarm. "I don't know," he replied, his voice tense with apprehension. "But it looks like we've got a flat tire."
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