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anonymousangstmonster · 3 months
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Idea #39
The Fentons were a family of merciless mer hunters.
But when Jack Fenton found a barely-a-year-old, white haired, black scaled, green eyed guppy washed up on their private beach, he couldn’t just leave the little guy to probably get eaten alive by seagulls. He’d always had a soft spot for kids.
He somehow convinced Maddie to let him keep it, as long as he was responsible for it. Jack had to feed it, clean it and it’s tank, train it, make sure it didn’t try to eat people, entertain it, the normal things you have to do to take care of a pet. Sure Maddie was the one that made sure it was fed most of the time since Jack forgot, but he did all the other things! He even gave him a name, Danny.
They actually got to learn a lot about merfolk biology taking care of him.
Over time the pair of scientists grew more and more attached to the little baby mer in their lab. He was practically a son to them. He was so sweet and cute, who wouldn’t love him instantly!
They taught him how to talk(he had such an adorable voice!), they taught him about the outside world(his eyes always sparkled with curiosity and wonder when listening to their stories).
When an old mer hunting friend came over to visit, he told them to be careful, that the creature could be using its siren powers to make them love it. They assured him that Danny’s powers(if he had any) were disabled by the small and unobtrusive cuff around his wrist.
They arranged for a little boy Danny’s age to come for a playdate, since he always seemed so lonely by himself in his artificial habitat. That young boy was named Tucker Foley, and the two hit it off instantly. Playing in the shallow area of Danny’s ‘exhibit’ with beach balls and plastic boats.
More time passed and Danny grew, his aquarium growing along with him.
Sometimes other hunter and scientist friends of the Fentons would come see the lab, and they would see a teenage merman in a comfortable environment and not on an examination table.
The parents wanted to see their boy free and happy, so they released him into the ocean. It wasn’t until later that they realized they never prepared him for the outside world, they never taught him how to hunt for himself, to avoid fishing nets, he might get seriously hurt or even die out there because they were ‘so eager to get rid of him’.
One of their worst fears were confirmed when they found him washed up on their beach bleeding from his tail, abdomen, and arm, unconscious.
Mer au combined with “Danny has always been lab rat” au, and wholesome up until the plot.
“I also just want Jack to invent a ghost(mer) treat and make Danny do tricks for it.” -that applies to this as well. Also I had the idea for that when eating a soft peppermint for the first time in forever.
ALSO GUYS THIS AU IS SHARED WITH @doiyi-yt! GO CHECK OUT HER STUFF UNDER THE #fish boy au TAG!
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takisyak · 2 months
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for my friend❤️
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mulletsg · 7 months
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“ It has to be her. ”
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heyitschartic · 9 months
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I would have really loved to see what would happen if String Theory had survived Gold Morning. What do the Wardens even do with her running around except appeasement? There are a lot of countries getting close to war with Gimel, and she is essentially a nuclear detterant all on her own. No one wants to kick the country with a woman who can boil your seas. Permanently moaning, complaining, and insulting Dragon, except this time, she can't just ignore her since they're working together. More importantly, the second she got out of lockup, she'd go hunting down what happened with the egg Lab Rat had, and I'm sure she'd manage to find Chris.
Cannot imagine how horrible she would be as a bitchy aunt, there to permanently rub it in Lab Rat's face that she survived and all he has left is this teenage sorta-clone. They would absolutely despise each other. Would be a much more interesting conversation when Vicky goes to investigate his living situation though.
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whumpypepsigal · 7 months
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Whumptober 2023 | No. 23
Alternative prompt: Lab Rat
Thor (2011): “You took me for a purpose, what was it? Tell me!” — “I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, bring about a permanent peace... through you. But those plans no longer matter.”
@whumptober @whumptober-archive
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anthyies · 8 months
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both alive and dead - until someone opens the box
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ossyflawol · 1 year
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So this might be a bit of a complicated question, but you know how the Bring Your Daughter To Work Day display has Chell's name on it? To me that seems to indicate that Chell was a child when GLaDOS neurotoxined everyone, but the Lab Rat comic seems to indicate otherwise, listing Chell as a test subject volunteer meaning she would have been an adult. So is this just an inconsistency or do you have any lore/theories that can square that circle, so-to-speak?
*cracks knuckles*
bring your daughter to work day is simply an annual event at aperture the thing is is that Chell's potato science experiment has to have been made PRIOR to Cave Johnson's death, BECAUSE:
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Here's young Chell writing about Cave Johnson on the placard behind her Potato Science Experiment, perfectly clear as day, literally showing that Chell saw Cave Johnson and him talking about how the kids could use as many potatoes as they'd like for their experiments. Cave had to be physically present at the Bring Your Daughter To Work Day that Chell attended.
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In Portal 2, the Prototype Chassis Room you find at the end of Coop Course 6, which was the original GLaDOS chassis Cave Johnson was originally meant to be transferred into, is dated to have been made in 1989, meaning Cave dies prior to that point, and thus then places the Potato Science Experiments to come from the 1980's.
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If you actually stop and analyse the area you find these Potato Science Experiments at, it actually matches the style direction that you see in the 1980's dated offices later in Portal 2 while you're in Test Shaft 09, same type of plaster and wall columning:
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Plus, in the 1980's, we know that Aperture Science had started to invent the Modern, futuristic form of their technology, such as their modern Cubes and Buttons:
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So simply put - the area we pass through in Portal 2 is not THE Bring Your Daughter To Work Day from 2003 that causes Aperture Science to be gassed by GLaDOS, it's a Bring Your Daughter To Work Day from over 20 years prior to the incident. Wheatley just easily seems to conflate it with the main BYDTWD incident due to how terrible the disaster was.
And I don't think I need to spell it out, but I will regardless - 20 years is more than enough time for Chell to grow up into an adult who would later apply to be a Test Subject at Aperture Science.
So there, there's the answer to that question.
TLDR; It's just a different Bring Your Daugther To Work Day from 20 years ago.
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valvesmashorpass · 3 months
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huntthemouse · 27 days
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Lab Rat Mickey
100/365 #hunt the mouse
The big 1-00! This dude was one of the first ones I had thought up for this project, with the idea being that he's being experimented on to create hundreds of new variants based off his DNA and powers. Hence the cameos from the rest of the Mickeys.
I am making 365 new versions of Mickey Mouse for the public domain and releasing them under public domain all year long.
You can join the initiative to #hunt the mouse or suggest a theme yourself via my ask box.
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whump-side · 6 months
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Whumptober 2023 No.25 : Alternative Prompt Lab rat It seems like I always bring back the Barcode Bros for monthly challenges
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magicsapphicstore · 1 year
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lab rats are available now! did you know: each rat has a squishable tummy & a bendy tail? these little guys are the perfect silent fidget for all!!!
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anonymousangstmonster · 4 months
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Prompt #27
The Fentons had two children, Jazz who was one and a half, and Nate who was six months at the time. They were planning on adding a third child to the group, ‘planning’ as in ‘this is the twelfth attempt and I’m sick of them dying every time’.
They had theoretically constructed the genetics for a human-ghost hybrid, and were hoping to raise it as their son along with their other two kids. They had modeled the human genes off of their son Nathaniel, black hair, blue eyes, freckles. The difficult part was getting it to mix with the ectoplasm without dying in the incubator or coming out malformed or tearing itself to shreds on week one.
They were at take twenty six and it looked pretty promising so far, no imploding, no three extra eyes, no melting, and it was already two months into gestation!
A nerve-wracking seven months later the little supposedly-half-ghost baby boy came out of the artificial womb crying his tiny little lungs out. And he already had a name, ‘Daniel’ or ‘Danny’ for short.
The legal process of getting Danny a birth certificate and at the same time being legal property of FentonWorks as an experiment was a mess.
The Fentons loved their strange new son with all their hearts, but always kept in mind that he was an experiment, a specimen, a creature made for scientific purposes. They chipped him, planning on doing more when he got older, such as adding a failsafe to make him fall asleep in emergencies, and a brand to make sure others new who he belonged to. Though they had to wait until he was at least fourteen to do all that, ‘something something ethics something something we will come after you for human experimentation if you don’t wait something something’.
When Danny turned two the parents cut him open to see how his insides were faring(asleep and without breaking any bones of course), and again when he was six.
He got to go to school and make friends, even though the Fentons knew he would never go to college or get a job.
Nate grew up with a lab rat for a little brother, and he could never ask for more. Though as he grew to love ectobiology and Jazz grew more towards human psychology, it was looking like Nate would be the one to take over FentonWorks someday. So that’s what Jack and Maddie kept telling him, “When you take over, you’ll be in charge of what to do with Danny.”
When Danny turned ten and Nate eleven, Danny was having another vivisection(heavily drugged and this time they were going to cut out his ribs to see his heart and lungs) and Nate got to watch! Apparently his brother had a strong core, something that only ghosts with a particularly traumatizing death had, strange. The parents spoke to Nate again, “One day when you’re older, you’ll be doing this, all on your own.”
The day after Danny turned fourteen was the day his parents could forget about ethics and do whatever they wanted to permanently alter his body, and that’s what they did. It was basically a vivisection day but so much more.
Danny was kept awake and aware the entire time, and Nate helped with a lot, passing tools to his parents, drawing with a sterile marker where the incision lines were going to be, placing the rubber gag in his brothers mouth to prevent him from hurting himself.
They put a hot brand on his right shoulder blade that read:
PROPERTY OF FENTONWORKS #01|0352|026
They inked into the left of his skull and one of his right ribs ‘PROPERTY OF FENTONWORKS’. They implanted a small device right next to his heart connected to a remote that only Jack, Maddie or Nate could activate, which would inject a solution into his bloodstream that would paralyze or kill him for emergencies.
Jazz could very faintly hear her adopted brothers screams from the kitchen.
Another four years later and it’s Nate who’s leading the operation, with his parents assisting. His gloves covered in his brothers ecto-blood, speaking his observations into the recording device in his dad’s hand.
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whumpsday · 7 months
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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #10
Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist
content: vampire whumpee, attempted drugging, lab whump, needles, captivity, slight death wish
@whumptober Day 10 (Alt): Examination / Drugging / Lab Rat
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Kane held still, compliant as the visitor injected something into his arm. This was by far one of the most tolerable punishments the hunters would give him, though it had become less and less common as time went on, as they ran out of ideas.
It wasn’t a punishment at all, really, neither in intent nor experience. It never hurt– Kane refused to count the slight pinch of the needle as “hurt”– and it never had any of the effects the humans intended, either.
If anything, the worst part was the looks they would give him when it didn’t work. Like it was his fault, like he’d done something wrong.
“You’ll let me know if you feel anything different, vampire,” the visitor ordered. The man wasn’t a hunter, and always spoke to Kane in a voice devoid of both kindness and malice. Kane liked him for that. It was at least better than the hunters’ open sadism. “Anything at all. Dizziness, drowsiness, fatigue, pain, itching, lightheadedness, what-have-you.”
“Yes, sir,” Kane agreed. “It’s just– I’m always lightheaded and fatigued and in pain.”
“Beyond your usual,” the visitor amended.
The hunter escorting him rolled his eyes. “It’s not gonna work, doc. These things are just immune, you’ve tried everything by this point. Wish there was a way to bottle sunlight.”
Kane shuddered at the thought, beyond grateful there wasn’t.
“Have you tried artificial?” the visitor asked.
“Yeah, just gave it a regular sunburn, not the vampire kind. Not exactly gonna incapacitate one of these things for staking.”
The humans idly discussed various experiments they could try on him as Kane waited to see if the drug would take effect. Experiments for practicality, not torture. Ones they could take out into the field and use on other vampires, vampires who would only suffer for a moment before their lives are cut blissfully short, while he lives on.
On and on and on.
The visitor snapped his fingers to get his attention, pulling him from his miserable spiral. “It’s been fifteen minutes. Anything, vampire?”
“No, sir. I’m sorry.” Guilt crawled up Kane’s spine, as if he should have tried harder to feel an effect from the drug.
“Come here,” he ordered.
Kane stood, dutifully walking toward the bars. This was always his least-favorite part. The visitor had never pulled him forward into them to burn, but enough hunters had that even being within arm’s-length of the bars drenched him in dread. But he knew what the visitor wanted by now, and stepped all the way forward, until his face was mere inches from the torturous silver.
“Look at me.” 
“Yes, sir.”
The visitor held a device up to each of Kane’s eyes as he stared dutifully ahead, shining a bright light in each one. It was the type of brightness he would have called painful before he knew what true pain was, but he did his very best to keep his eyes open wide. He could be good.
With a disapproving tsk, the visitor put the device away and motioned with a wave for Kane to back off. He gratefully scurried back to his corner.
The hunter sighed, irritated. “Thanks anyway, doc.”
“Of course. I’ll let you know when I have something new to try.” The visitor pointed to Kane. “You let any of your keepers know if you feel something later. Be good, now.”
“Yes, sir.” He wished all his tasks were so easy.
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mulletsg · 5 months
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satuwn · 1 year
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jelly belly pet rat gummy candy sona
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f1rewalk3r · 2 months
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thank god i managed to convince the ex to take out a life insurance policy. all i had to do was say “it’s like if number man and lab rat teamed up.” and then she got so excited she started shaking and i’m not sure but i was doing laundry later and i think i smelled piss on her clothes. gross.
it’s reassuring knowing the policy will let me afford to send chubster to college. especially with no more exorbitant spending on ridiculous “costume play”
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