Game Lab Rats Novels & Stories

Claire covered her nose and winced when she saw that the rats in their cage had rot. "Geez ... Sorry. The rats are my lab rats that I put in the game so that their bodies are in a coma. But they don't use IVs. I should have freed them from the game, but you know, I was kidnapped myself,” Leon replied. "This is what will happen to us, if they stop giving the IV supplies," Claire replied. "They intend to do it," said Leon. Reminiscing about what happened at the Hades level that day. If only Claire didn't suddenly escape the game, they would slowly die in pain. Stuck forever.

I said, “every experiment in this lab gets tested on you first. Before any volunteer. Before any animal trial. You.” I leaned close. “You are my lab rat now.”

Mainly because it was meant to be used as a secondary to reinforce the cells that had the infected in them. Other than the cell for our newest addition, we had three other cells that contained an infected rogue. As well as a container filled with rats to continue breeding them, to use for our experiments. That cell was different since we divided it into two. One held healthy rats, while the other had infected rats. “I know and I accept the risks. I would like to move my cot here though.” He requested.

There weren’t any drunken brawls like I was used to, but instead secrets were spilled, and opinions were much more easily given. What information I gleaned about EleaCorp, the laboratory that employed nearly one hundred scientists dedicated to the issue of the rogue gene, was downright inspiring. A few of those scientists were here today, trading lab coats and goggles for gowns and tuxedos. Unsurprisingly, they were the least intoxicated of the bunch.

I asked, confused, because I had never seen such a mind-blowing spectacle before. Alex heaved a sigh. "They are not ordinary rats. They are used by the enemy to create fear in your subconscious. A scary hallucination meant to scare and give you nightmares day after day," he explained dejectedly. I stared at him with my eyes wide open. "They want me to go crazy or kill me with fright?" "Yeah, kind off. All of the above, I guess." Alex confirmed my worst fear. "Could the rats be Natasha's revenge?" I speculated.

All the as yet unbeaten goblins, dragons, trees and zombies; they’re like sharks attracted to the smell of blood. Every single player, including Kazel_123 (who’s currently cowering in a patch of tall grass behind Ecto), has two tiny bars above their heads. Mrs. Lapuz figured those out earlier as “health meters”. Relative to the high-intensity and concentrated barrage Ecto is enduring, his health meter has only grown shorter by a quarter. Still, the decrease is there. It’s happening steadily like a slowly burning cigarette. Mrs. Lapuz types frantically on the keyboard:

“True, but like chickenpox, we would give a watered-down version to werewolves at strategic points in their lives. 1 year, 5 years, 13 years, when they shift at 18, and so on. The body will naturally build up a tolerance.” “Have you tested this theory on anyone yet?” Hunter asks. “My alpha wouldn’t let me test it on any warriors, but my lab partner and I did perform a couple of experiments on some lab rats on a smaller scale.” I say shyly. “And how did that go?” Hunter asks. I sigh. “Due to the molecular structure of the rats being different than werewolves, it didn’t affect them like it should have. Rats aren’t wolves. So, we had some anomalies in our numbers.”

When I came back to the dorm after dinner, Rachel and the others were already in the middle of the hallway, starting on the fondue. The moment I stepped inside, an intense, rich smell hit the back of my throat. As if fondue weren’t enough, Rachel was actually grilling patties over charcoal in a cramped dorm room. Did she not care about carbon monoxide poisoning? When she saw me, she put on a fake look of surprise. "Oh wow, silly me, I totally forgot to invite you, Lila!"

As I ventured deeper, a low growl echoed through the tunnels, a guttural symphony that hinted at the presence of something far more ominous than the shadows. Suddenly, from the darkness emerged a horde of rats, their eyes glinting with an unsettling intelligence that transcended the natural order. These were no ordinary rodents; their size rivaled that of dogs, and their fur, matted and bristling, added to their grotesque appearance. My gaze locked onto their gnashing teeth, each rodent a harbinger of the unnatural lurking in the subterranean labyrinth. The rats moved with a collective precision, a predatory dance that echoed through the damp tunnels. Their tails whipped the air, leaving a t

“Have a seat. I’m sure you all know why you’re here.” They didn’t speak, but the stiff nods were answer enough. “There are rats in NovaCore,” I began, “Some have been there for a while, and some are relatively new. But all of them are getting too bold for their own good.” The room suddenly became eerily quiet as they all looked at me with brooding gazes.