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Mutant Animals escape from the Lab that created them |
| [Introduction]
OK this story is a Ninja Turtles fanfiction and maybe some other cartoon characters might appear too. But later on in this story the OC Mutants will have to save the TMNT. Dr. Victor Oban Feral once one of the richest men in the world during the 80s and 90s has fallen onto...Slightly harder times...He's still rich but he knows he won't be able to bring forth his dreams for the future unless he cuts some deals...And because of the internet these new players know about Feral's intense interests in Mutants so what they want is...Mutant Animal Slaves! Sex slaves, Laborers to do dirty and dangerous jobs, super soldiers sometimes even stranger things and Feral has no choice but to agree, having discovered the TCRI Mutagen he can now mass produce Mutants by injecting the ooze into an animal rather than his usual laborious process of Dr. Moreau -like surgery like his earliest creations, these first new mutants are the various requests by his clients they do not have the control collars he's installed on his other Mutants because they will be shipped out to places all over the world unless they can think of a way out first! |
| Name: Neko Sex: Female Age: 2 years old chronologically Biologically is equivilent to a 16-year-old human Species: Domestic Cat (Felis Cattus) Breed: Bombay Likes: Tuna, Milk Jazz and R&B Music, Reading Books Dislikes: Being in a cage, Wearing frilly dresses, Blood and Gore History: Neko was created to be a 'Companion' (i.e. sex slave) for a wealthy computer hacker in Seatle Washington who dreamed of having his own 'Anime Cat-Girl' and Neko as a human-sized mutant cat was close enough hence her Japanese name as dictated by her soon-to-be-owner when she is finally shipped off to him unless she can find a way to get out of the Lab first! Neko watched with a sneer as she saw Dr. Feral now bent over and hunchbacked from his years of hard work trying to usher in the Utopia of Humanity he dreamed of but was slipping farther and farther out of his grasp since the end of the 90s when his previous backers began to catch on that the 'Fountain of Youth' drug he kept promising never materialized now he was reduced to making various Mutant Animal Slaves for new wealthy clients, even though Feral felt the idea was dangerous...The old control freak felt all Mutants should only be controlled by him which is why he felt a compulsive need to snatch any Mutant Animal he found created by anyone else whether that person regarded that mutant as a slave/test subject or loving family Feral didn't care he showed his true colors showing he couldn't trust other humans to make their own choices that unless the mutant animals were under his strict control the 'Beasts' might get funny ideas they might think they were people and compete with Humanity to become the dominate species of the planet... |
| Name: Johnny Sex: Male Age: Looks to be 18. Species: German Shepherd dog Likes: Being able to run, swim, and do things. Dislikes: Being locked up in a cage. History: Johnny was created to be a Guard for some paranoid dictator-type. There isn't an explosive he doesn't know, he can identify many drugs and poisons off of scent. He also knows many unarmed fighting styles. However, he's heard stories about his new owner-to-be, and wants nothing to do with them. Johnny was looking over the cage, yet again. He knew its weaknesses, had an idea on how to disable it. However, what he needed was a route out of the lab. If he had that, who knew what could happen. He knew that he didn't want to go to the one who wanted to buy him. There was a number of stories about that person, none good. |
| "Johnny..." Neko whispered "Hmmm?" The Dog cocked his ear They both knew they had to be subtle because Feral's own Mutant Minions (Who both had control collars on) Karl the Rabbit and Igor the White Rat were constantly prowling and listening they both had been ordered by Ferel not to hurt the new Mutants too much because they were being sent to clints and any damage could cost Ferel dearly |
| "Itchy shoulder blade?" Johnny asked. It was a way for them to get close without being overheard, and of course, deal with itches one couldn't get to without help. |
| "I...Had the dream again..." Neko said Ever since Feral had mentioned wanting the 'capture those turtles that live in the sewers' Neko had begun have dreams of those Turtles that each wore a mask of either blue, purple, red or orange. "I...Saw...The Turtle with the purple mask...He was sleeping in his bed and I was like hovering over him...I wanted to reach out and touch him..." |
| "Well, no offense, but try to focus on what's in front of you," Johnny said, as he scratched the cat's shoulder blade. "Keep an eye out for a length of wire the next time you're let out for training or whatever, and try to get it, especially if it's a few inches in length." "What are you going to do with it?" Neko asked. "The less you know, the better," said Johnny. "I get examined a lot closer than you, due to what they train me to do. Other than making sure that you're in good shape, and unbruised, they don't search you too much." "You got a plan?" Neko asked. "Yep, and I need a length of wire for it," said Johnny. |
| While Johnny was dismissive of her dream Neko kept feeling her dream was important and that it was important to find the Turtles for some reason. Then she was taken out for training, mostly putting on frilly Anime dresses and doing flirty poses |
| Still, Neko had to admit that Johnny had a point about keeping an eye out for things. Thus, she looked for a length of wire. |
| She found a length of wire while traversing back down the hall back to the cages she hid it under the pink rubber apron of her dress...The client's obsession with Anime maid outfits would prove to be his undoing! I don't want to do the breakout without a few more characters in the group so I'm seriously thinking I'm not going to add to my next turn unless at least one other person joins |
| Johnny was busy. He was laying on his back, on mud, while he tried to disarm a bomb. Sure, no real harm would happen, but what the vial, that would break if he failed, had was something he hated - a concoction that was a mix of vomit, rotting meat, and other foul-smelling things, to say nothing about a blue dye - it was hard to wash out. He looked at the wires. He had to admit - the person that made it was smart to make it difficult to disarm - all the wires were coated in yellow. |
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