Lab Rat Episodes Novels & Stories

Lyn asked. "How would I know? This incident baffled me. It's the first time I've seen something like this. I'm just a wolf. I'm not a shaman or a witch, and things like this are beyond my understanding. Not a single dead rat was left behind, though," I explained. "I see. Since there is no evidence left, it's hard to pinpoint the true reason for the rodent infestation occurring in a very clean room," Lyn stated. "Could it be an inside job or originate from an outside force?" she muses.

Then she wailed in pain, for the hand she’d stitched a grid into was gone, and rats were pouring out from her wrist. It was instant madness. Rats were everywhere, crawling from all sides of the circle, across the floor, digging through books. They all had oversized, all-too-human grins. They went straight for Mr. Pervis, nipping at his ears and fingers. He brushed them away, stomped them with his boots, squished them in his fists. All the while, Loretta wailed in pain.

Leo 'Yeah ,surely you guessed it but this is really not my lab,it is gonna be my future testing room!',said Mr. Ronald giving an evil smile. 'Um...are you sure why you wanted to show this to me?',asked Mr. Leo growing uncomfortable. 'Yeah......wasn't it you who gave me the idea !?. Where to test my vaccine?Rats grown old, man,I want to test it on humans !',said Mr. Ronald

"Hi, everyone! I'm Logan, and today I have a very special guest with me, Mr. Whitlock! He's going to be reviewing rat poison live on stream!" The mention of reviewing rat poison sent the live stream's popularity through the roof. Looking at the ten cups of rat poison in front of me, I instinctively shot a glance at Brielle. She looked away uneasily, as if giving implicit consent to everything that was going on. "Now, Mr. Whitlock is about to start the review! Everyone, hit that 'like' button to cheer him on!" At Logan's urging, the live stream shot straight to the top of the charts.

“Not really a science person,” “Well, if you check here,” he turns to the far walls, lined with cages. I didn’t notice them, but now that I do, I’m seeing rats. About five of them. “All of them were given the same poisonous drug that mother has and last night, I gave them the drug. I gave two both the drug and the pills. I’m hoping those two shows at least minimum progress. Otherwise, the drug would probably take weeks, a month even. It’s out of my hand. The good news is that I can guarantee a quicker update on the pill,”

After mercilessly flinging me onto the ground, Christopher patted my face and said mockingly, "I know you're about to die, and I also know you don't want to die in the basement. "But I just want you to find no peace even in death. After all, a rat should die in its own rat hole. Don't worry. I'll take good care of Eliza and everything in this family. So, you can just go ahead and die!" With that, he laughed heartily and left. The basement door slammed heavily shut, and darkness swallowed me once more. I crossed my arms and hugged my own body. The cold and pain closed in around me. In the final moments before my awareness slipped away, all I felt was regret. If only I could have died under th

He fired up his computer and dove into the numbers. On the flip side, Helma was already mixing up a new batch. Hort did a double-take at two extra lab rats. "I thought we had only one tough cookie left. What's with these two...?" That got everyone craning their necks. Leon popped his head up from his screen, a lightbulb going off. "Miss King, you didn't happen to see this train wreck coming from a mile away, did you?" He had a flashback to these two lab rats.

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.”

No place to belong. Cerebus lay on a padded floor, his bodies heavy with a stillness that was not sleep. Alpha’s muzzle rested over his paws, lids half-closed, chest rising faintly. Beta’s eyes flicked open sometimes, tracking the cameras. Gamma’s tail, once forever wagging, dragged limp against the floor. They had been here too long. Days blurred. Poked and prodded by hands that smelled of rubber and antiseptic. Numbers called out instead of names. “Specimen 43.” “The Subject.” “Mutation.”

Miren quickly became accustomed to being forced to contend with situations in which she was required to live with Lucas, including situations in which she was required to deal with rodents. "My disposition is not very pleasant, and I am experiencing a great deal of discomfort. I fear that I won't be able to keep my composure and will end up killing every one of you..." She mumbled something, and her eyes became icy. Since the rats were unable to comprehend what was being said by Miren, they congregated together in a large group before approaching her. The sudden clustering of them created a horrifying image, which consisted of blood-red eyes staring blankly at Miren.