Sprite

Its April 1st, 2022.


Pristine Laboratories has just finished its great radiation batch to study the nature of radioactive particles in large amounts, no matter how many of their employees see the entire project a joke.

The large, steel pool full of nothing rolls into the warehouse and is placed on a indicative marker as scientists nearby watch on the nearby balconies, scribbling in their papers. A control room on the last floor peers down at the pool with its large windows as a group of Mirrors open the locked door leading to said control room and slump into their seats, some with nearly-empty cups of coffee.

One Mirror sitting in the centre chair has their coat littered with medals, badges and key cards. This is the main scientist of this study. He yawns, checking his clipboard and skimming the list before pushing his office chair in and viewing the controls in front of him.

He presses a button, and a microphone pops up from the panel. He presses another, and the warehouse's speakers beep once, then twice like an announcement at the airport. The mirror leans into the microphone, staring at the cylinder below them.

``Stand by as Project 2349-RA is being confirmed, all bystanders are to stay clear of the batch.`` He drones on, pressing the same button as two beeps are played, and the connection from the microphone is cut. He sighs, scrambling in his front pocket pulling out a radio, and switches it on with a flick of a switch.

The radio buzzes, then picks up another radio nearby. ``General, can I confirm that the batch is in place?`` The Mirror waits, then the sound of a Guardian's voice responds. "Yes, the tub is placed on the marker correctly." He picks up his clipboard again, utterly bored. ``Do we have the payload ready? The grinder maybe?`` After an eternal wait of two minutes, the radio responds. "Yes and yes, stage 1 can now be preformed." He turns off the radio and smiles, activating the microphone again. ``Initiate stage 1.``

A sudden creak startles all the scientists as a conveyor is lowered from the fourth level. The belt starts producing multiple things to be chucked into the tub. Radium drenched clock hands, artwork wearing lead as a canvas, plutonium candles, green bottles of paint and beakers full of liquid are all carelessly dropped from above into the steel bucket as dragons cover their ears from the loud clanging noises.

After the pool was filled to the brim with junk and the scientists heading behind doors, a metal plane was lowered multiple times on the pile: a crusher. The head scientist in the control room yawned once again, peering into the radio. ``General, can I confirm that stage 2 can be preformed?`` After another two minutes, the same Guardian voice responded. "Yes. The device is ready." He switched off the radio with one claw and turned to the microphone again. ``Initiate stage 2.``

A funnel-like shape is lowered onto the lid of the pool and sealed, the shape being held by wires and tubes. He gets up, the other scientists following but one. He leaves the room and flies off, yawning.

Its April 2nd, 2022.


The next day the same group of scientists sit in their office chairs in the control room again, steam now rising out the funnel. Now the head scientist doesn't need confirmation, the evidence is quite literally in his face. The Mirror activates the microphone with two buttons and leans into it. ``Activate stage 3.`` He lets himself slump back into his chair, sipping his coffee as the funnel is raised, steam rising everywhere over a blazing hot puddle of goop, swirling around in beige and green colours, as if a yin-yang symbol.

He feels a flurry of emotions, mainly impressed and cautious. The Mirror stares into the centre of the gloopy liquid, swirling over each other but never crashing in a hypnotic action. He shakes himself out of the hypnosis and whispers to the other scientist, oblivious to a rod extending from the funnel, multiple sensors on its end as its dipped into the goo.

The Mirror opens a book and flips through it, starting to feel the burnout from the caffeine. Now he just has to wait until the sensors make enough pictures and reports for the experiment to conclude and the batch of weirdness stored and the particles decayed.



Two Wildclaws were in a room that operated the rod, attached to the giant funnel and the only exit being a balcony that circled around said funnel. One Wildclaw was on a balcony next to the extended rod, observing the goop.

She held onto her glasses to prevent it falling in as her tail swayed to the motion of the spiral subconsciously. It was around 1 AM and she had just microwaved her dinner inside as her breath smelt like pasta.

The Wildclaw sat down next to the railing and opened her journal next to her clipboard. She grasped her pencil and drew her surroundings. The rod, the operating room, and the swirling slime below. Then she moved onto her clipboard and recorded her observations.

When she finished with her record, she turned to her drawing again, watching every detail. The second Wildclaw walked outside from the control panel and sat next to her. "That batch is pretty hypnotic, right?" She chimed, looking at the drawing with her.

She looked back at at the other Wildclaw and smiled patiently. ``I guess so. It made me forget to heat up dinner. But then again, you can relate, right Lace?`` Lace scoffed, peering down at the tub. "I guess so, but--" Lace was getting up to head back inside the control room, but she fumbled over her journal and in a few moments the two were dangling over the railing.

``Lace!`` She whimpered as she witnessed her journal fall into the ooze and sizzle into nothing. "Nearo! I'll get us out of here!" Nearo tugged onto the metal with all her might, digging her claws into the ledge. Lace glanced around before leaping on her back, Nearo scowling as she lost her grip and sent the two Wildclaws tumbling down into the acid pit.

It was a few agonising hours of searing pain digging into their bones and the feeling of their literal bodies being melted and shaped into something else (and the feeling of her glasses being melted into eyes) before Nearo surfaced, gasping at the surface of the boiling goop. However something felt different. She felt that her face now above the pain seemed.. strange.

Lace also surfaced beside her, almost teared up. But she also barely looked the same. She now had bright green eyes and a skinny elongated snout with ram horns and a cream stained mane on the back of her head. Nearo blinked, noticing she felt she had extra weight and.. another eye? ``Lace, what happened to you..?`` She shuddered in horror as Lace turned towards her and did the same. "Your.. different."

She exhaled shakily, trying to swim to the edge of the batch as the pain started sinking in again, however Lace never left her side, they felt.. conjoined. Nearo gaped as she scrambled over the side, seeing her entire body had changed. Not only were they fixed together, their body changed to a slimy colour, their wings were stretched and melted together at some points, they had two tails, necks covered in fluff and their talons just seemed all wrong. They flew to the first floor beside the batch and looked up in horror, chills up their spine.

"I.. Guess we better get used to our new lives." Lace whispered as they inspected each other in dwindling fear. Nearo nodded as they prowled outside the warehouse and flew off, debating on what their new names should be.