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Mori would huff as he whisked the egg yolk to force down the throat of the experiment he was supervising. "Quite a means of achieving the death you so desire. What was it you said when you came here? Didn't you just hate pain?"
"..." dull eyes would look over to the nonbinary staring wide-eyed at him. Not eyes of fear, but rather of fond curiosity. Foolish. They had yet to know the cruelties of this boxed world they live in.
"Quiet as usual, are we? Well, it makes no difference to me, but I wouldn't be so fond of other supervisors looking over my experiment."
-- NOT IN A FREAKY WAY NOT IN A FREAKY WAY mori quite literally has explicit ownership over No Longer Human, Vita Sexualis, and Dogra Magra --
The brunet shrugged. "Just shoo them away like you always do, Dr. Mori."
The physician in question would laugh while using his hands to pry open No Longer Human's jaw. "I suppose you make a good point. I expected no less from a former scholar gone insane though."
The yolk oozed down Dazai's throat with its unappealing taste and texture, only meaning to sustain the experiment for Mori's further inspection with the idea of defying all the other creations that made up the peers of said experiment.
"There. That should at least be too little for you ti build up the means to vomit it back up, yes?"
An apathetic hum met the doctor in turn, then was dismissed for the night. "Come on, Dogra Magra. Let's go."
The child nodded and left with what they considered to be an older sibling.
Vita Sexualis would materialize from thin air as a young girl Mori preferred to call 'Elise.' "Aren't you worried about the younger one taking those materials from your tray?"
Her creator shook his head. "Not at all. As apathetic as No Longer Human likes to seem around me, he isn't quite as heartless."
"I suppose." Her eyes gave the same, dead lighting that Dazai's did in an azure shade.
"Osamu..." a quiet voice whispered in the dead of night. Or at least, 'night' as far as they were aware of in the lab. They were supposed to be asleep as of now, but he was aware his roomate would not stop bothering him even if they got in trouble by the patrolling staff."
With that, he let out a reluctant sigh. "What is it, Dogra Magra..?"
"Look."
"I can't. It's basically pitch black in here."
A grumble would come from the younger child. "Didn't you say you have a flashlight hidden somewhere in here?" there was small pacing somewhere in the dark as they sorted through the underside of the mattress in their oversized sleeves. It seemed easy enough for them to find their way in despite Dazai laying above it.
Hah. Such was the result of starving himself out of pure apathy.
"Anddd, here!" with a switch, they flicked on the light and aimed it toward the wall the other brunet was staring at instead of them, then put their arm in front of it, revealing a ragged silhouette.
The boy would sit up, finally looking at Dogra Magra to see their arm covered in barbed wire, nails, and staples.
"What... the hell did you..?"
"Now we can match! Remember when I first saw you do this? You told me I couldn't understand yet, so do you think I can understand now?" Dazai's blood both chilled and boiled at once, a reaction he wasn't even sure was possible through his several attempts with medicine that slowed and sped up the body system until he felt it occur completely natural. "Osamu—?"
He took the barbed wire and forced it off the skin in a messy rip followed by the sharp shreak of pain from Dogra Magra. With it some nails began to tumble out into a bloody mess on the floor and their doll began to cackle. Not good. If anyone heard anymore even Mori wouldn't be able to keep other supervisors away from the two. And Mori got pissed if he couldn't keep something in his control.
His bare foot would stomp on the doll's head, smothering its laughter while the ability No Longer Human began to do its work in making sure he didn't get pulled into the mind control from harming both Dogra Magra and their creepy doll.
Soft sobs of questions escaped the nonbinary child as nearly intelligible questions spilled from their lips, no doubt questions as to why he was mad. They were truly clueless, weren't they?
After clawing off the rest of the nails that'd been more deeply indented came picking off the staples. It was a grueling task in itself, and, in the end, Dazai decided it was in the best interest of the cleanup process after to not let anymore blood sink into the ground. He could only wrap the bandages that'd collected dust under the same mattress he hid all his supplies around the ruined arm.
A punch soon aftter met Dogra Magra's face as they began to tear up. "Don't do that again. Understood?"
"You're so unfair Osamu..." they winced.
I know. "Well, your weird doll thing won't bring you justice, so there's no use whining about it now."
"It's not like I wanted to have it! Do you know how scared I was that it was going to hurt you until No Longer Human activated?!" they clutched their oversized clothes, breaking into tears whilst Dazai used the remaining gauze to clean the blood and move everything back under their bed.
Upon lying back into the bed, the emotionless brunet curled back into his position before this all happened. "None of us asked for our abilities, Dogra Magra," he muttered.
The younger child would weep a few moments longer until a staff member came to scold them. Only then did Dogra Magra join him on the mattress with a few sniffles in between. "Mori's probably gonna dispose of everything under this bed when he finds out what happened tonight, isn't he?"
"Definitely."
They giggled with a few breathy hitches in between. "I wish I could understand why you do all these things. It seems like you can handle any amount of suffering. I envy that."
"Don't become like me at all."
"Why not?"
"... It's weird. And anyways, you don't know anything yet. Don't make decisions without being fully aware of the consequences."
"Oh, okay..!" they shifted a little in the bed, their backs now pressing together. For a moment, it seemed they finally decided they've asked all the questions they needed to, but one more still came a few monents after in the silence. "Hey, Osamu. Do you think God feels sorry for us up there? Or is this a punishment for some horrible sin we committed?"
The brunet opened his mouth to answer with a deflective response—
And a crash in the hallway let him avoid it instead. Then, bare footsteps. What was someone doing up this late? Were they trying to sneak out..? There was hardly any way to break out of their dorms though. Perhaps they're being escorted?
But the amount of staggering out into the halls only continued to grow. First sleepy footsteps, then pacing, then sprinting and screaming as war broke out. A mass riot?!
It seemed to happen down the hall like a domino effect, meaning there was clearly someone, an inside man, that somehow infiltrated the control room, and was saving them. The room three doors down from them cracked open despite a guard's desperate attempt to force it closed, same two doors down, then one.
And, just as eerily, their own door cracked open, hissing as it slid and let them out into the chaos.
"... Osamu."
"Stay by me, Dogra Magra. It looks like we'll be winning freedom, but we'll still have to get through everyone else. Bring your doll too. If anyone tries anything I'll let go and you can defend yourself."
A hum sounded as they got up from the mattress simultaneously.
Despite the initial shock that got Dazai to run with Dogra Magra in tow, he couldn't help but feel skeptical. There seemed to be more to this than just someone trying to cause trouble. It was... a planned chaos was one way to put it. Was someone puppeteering the whole riot? And by how much?
Tmp. Tmp. Tmp.
Were they falling into their hands?
Tmp. Tmp. Tmp.
Ah, so it was night at the moment, Dazai realized upon the outdoors greeting their faces, warm breeze of what he recalled to be summer coming through. It's been quite a while since he felt the humid air. Four years, to be exact. Somehow, that was the least impressive thing about this.
Rubble collapsed down and crushed the other people chasing freedom around them. Not accidental, purely purposeful in fact. They were surrounded by a red hue that directed the bloodshed to a particular area. Areas that deliberately avoided them. So they had fallen into a trap. Shame. He thought he could die peacefully, without Dogra Magra worrying, by being crushed under stone.