Chapter 1
It was another boring day. Things changed when those "useful" heroes in training saved the small brats at the lab. Naturally, the head scientist threw a fit. He wouldn't leave the office for a while, but when he did. It was hell. Hell can't describe the dreaded times. I was the only "profitable" experiment left. Number 091, Dynamight
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Whenever someone got in trouble with Glint, the head scientist, I went through mountains of pain, from electrification to standing in acid rain or fighting raging animals in poisonous clouds. I had experienced every torture method known to man. At some point this excruciatingly painful lifestyle became normal. To the scientists I was a stress toy. Whatever they felt would be projected onto me. However, the most painful experiences were due to Glint. His outbursts wouldn't compare to any other.
"Turn vials to their highest,"- a sound echoed through the wall
"Use chemicals A-07 and Z-B3 to their highest. I'm making history today, we'll fulfil what Dr..."- the noise faded away
I was probably in the glass tube again. Filled with chemicals spanning for A to Z. Number 091 was the best of all. Born with a rare quirk, genetic bang I could have it all. This was the best thing to happen to STEM Research. That was until it wasn't.