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(Okay, the odds are that some of you might not know who these characters are. Go search in Guilds for G CORP. Make sure it's the one owned by [NPC] GAMBINO. Anyway, I dunno what I was thinking when I wrote this. My mind goes to weird places. Enjoy! ^_^ )

It was a lovely day in the Secret Underground Test Facility that no one was supposed to know about, but knew about anyway thanks to a certain Labtech 013, who dissapeared shortly after, who, according to Johnny K. Gambino, was not actually a Labtech but a disgruntled unemployed construction worker who had been working on the Secret Underground Test Facility which wasn't REALLY a Secret Underground Test Facility, but an indoor pool for little Gino's upcoming birthday party on Halloween, despite the fact that Gino's birthday was actually May 15th, and the fact that Gino had no friends. At all. >_<

Er, I'm getting off track. Lemmie try again.

It was a lovely day in the Secret Underground Test Facility, not that Labtech 247 knew anything about that. He hadn't left the giant, windowless, air-conditioned, multi-leveled laboratoty for a few weeks now. He'd been sleeping in his office. In the interest of science, you understand. It might have also had something to do with the virus that had been injected into him and was now pumping through his bloodstream driving him to WORKWORKWORK...

But whatever.

ANYWAY, Labtech 247 wasn't thinking about the supposedly lovely day outside. He was concentrating on some paperwork that needed to be done. Rather, he was concentrating on how he could get out of doing it. Don't misunderstand - if there was one thing 247 enjoyed, it was doing tedious tasks for G CORP - but he was in the middle of a pivotal experiment, and anything else would just have to wait. But who could he get to do it for him?

Then it hit him: Labtech 101!

247 chuckled to himself. 101. Dumb as a brick, but useful nonetheless. He'd do anything 247 told him to do. His mind made up, he headed over to the testing area where they kept any and all lab animals. 247 was sure he'd find 101 there, tending to his oryctolagus cuniculus, or "common rabbit". Though it wasn't very common anymore - various testing had given the creature a bright green fur coat, and a violent attitude to go with it. Nevertheless, 101 had apparently grown fond of the little bugger, and spent all his free time with it. 247 hoped he could tear 101 away from his "pet" long enough to do some real work...

Entering the test area, 247 quickly spied, upon a counter, a large cage holding the previously mentioned rabbit. It stared at 247 with beady red eyes.

"Grrruuu..."

247 scanned the room and saw, to his surprise, that 101 was nowhere to be found. Puzzled, he made his way further into the room. His foot hit something soft.

"Oof! ...Zzzzz..."

Alarmed, 247 looked down to see 101 on the floor. Sleeping. 101's face mask had slipped off, and 247 could see a big, dopey grin stretched across the young man's face.

"...101?"

"Mmm...zzz..."

"101! Get up this instant!!"

"Uhh...five more minutes Mama..."

247 rolled his eyes and crouched down next to 101, studying him. This wasn't the first time he'd found 101 like this. It had all started when him and his colleagues had been injected with something. Which would be fine, except that 101 was behaving counter to what the virus was supposed to do, which was make them more energetic and hardworking. 247 had to assume that something else was cause 101 to take constant "catnaps", but what?

Suddenly, 101's dark eyes snapped open. He blinked once, twice, then looked over at 247, who was glaring down at him as sternly as possible. 101, oblivious as always, grinned.

"Oh, hi boss! Uh, what time is it??"

"Time for you to stop sleeping on the floor."

"Huh?" 101 looked around to see that he was, indeed, laying on the floor. "Oh...whoops."

247 stood up straight and sighed. "101, this is the third time I've caught you sleeping on the job..."

"I-I'm really sorry, boss!" 101 cried, scrambling to his feet, "I promise, it'll never happen a - whoa, feeling dizzy..."

Apparently 101 had gotten up too fast, and he began to sway. 247 reached out and grabbed his right arm to steady him. That's when he noticed.

"Wha - 101, what happened to your hand!?"

247 could see blood seeping through the glove material on 101's right hand. 101 stared at his hand with wide eyes for a moment before looking at 247.

"Um. Um. Nothing?"

247 stared at 101 like he was an idiot (which he clearly was), and quickly ripped off the bloody glove.

"Got to get your hand cleaned - WTF?"

It wasn't like 247 to speak in abbreviations, but what he was seeing truely startled him. The blood seemed to be coming from a small cut on 101's index finger, but that wasn't what startled him. All the fingers on 101's hand were covered with band-aids.

A cold fear covered 247's heart. He grabbed 101's other hand and pulled off that glove. More band-aids.

Without saying a word, he brought 101 over to a nearby counter and pulled out the First Aid Kit. He began to fix up 101's wound.

"...101, I know you're clumsy, but I'm not about to believe that ALL these cuts were accidental. I guess I now know why you've been so drained lately."

101's eyes darted around, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with 247.

"Um. Um..."

"101, have you been mutilating youself??"

"Huh!? No! No, it's nothing like that, I swear!"

"But you DID make these cuts."

"...Yeah."

"Why?"

"..."

"101, you can tell me, or you can tell Mr. Gambino. Your choice."

101 looked alarmed at the idea. Tears began to form at the edges of his eyes, and he looked away.

"It's just...you're gonna think I'm stupid..."

"No more than I already do," 247 said dryly. "Come on, out with it."

101 sniffed and sighed. "Okay...you know how I'm in charge of feeding Grunny?"

"...Grunny?" 247 stared at him blankly.

"My bunny," 101 said, pointing at the lab animal sitting it it's cage, "see, cause he's a green bunny so...Grunny! Get it?"

He smiled a little at his own joke. 247 sighed.

"Yes, I get it. Go on."

"Okay, so, I figured, since he's a bunny, he'd want bunny food, right? So I got him carrots, radishes, lettace, all sorts of stuff! But Grunny wouldn't eat it! He wouldn't even touch it! And I was worried, cause, y'know, he's a growing bunny, he needs his nourishment!"

"To the point, please?"

"Oh! Well, one day I was hanging out with Grunny and I was trying to show him how good I am at juggling, but I didn't have any balls so I used some of the scapels, but it didn't go so well and I dropped them and cut myself! My blood was like, everywhere! And then Grunny..."

101 smiled over at "Grunny", who continued to stare with it's beady red eyes.

"Grunny, well, he began to lap it up! It was the craziest thing! He just loved it! So I was like, okay, if that's what you really want..."

He looked back at 247, who has suddenly turned a pale shade of green.

"So for the last few days I've been, well, feeding him! I - I guess I got a little carried away tho..."

"...101. You've been feeding this test subject blood? HUMAN blood? YOUR blood?"

"Y-Yeah. I'm sorry, I just didn't want him to starve..."

"YOU. MORON!"

101 winced like he'd been slapped. 247 was fuming. He hadn't been this angry since...he'd NEVER been this angry.

"101, NO lab animal is worth putting yourself in danger for! What were you thinking!?"

101 stared at 247 with big wet eyes. He sniffed.

"H-He's my friend..."

"..."

"B-Besides...the more you suffer, the more it shows you really care...right?"

"..."

247 sighed, the anger dying inside him. He turned and began to walk away.

101 stumbled after him, holding his newly bandaged hand.

"B-Boss! Are you gonna tell Mr. Gambino?? Am I gonna get f-f-f-"

He couldn't even finish the word. For 101, the idea was too horrible to even voice.

247 suddenly stopped in front of a large door with a lock on it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key. Sticking the key into the lock, it gave way, and he opened the door.

101 had finaly caught up and peered in over behind 247's shoulder.

"Whoa..."

There were rows and rows and rows of little test tubes, each one filled with a dark red substance...

"This is where we keep the blood samples of everyone working in G CORP..."

He turned to 101, his face neutral.

"I'm probably going to regret this, but...here..."

He placed the small key in 101's bandaged hand.

"Take only what you need, and in moderation. If you're caught, don't say my name, because I'm not about to risk my neck - or my career - for you anyway. I'm only doing this so you can get back to your duties. Understand?"

101 was silent for a moment, gaping at the key. When he looked up at 247 - well, the best way to describe his face at that moment is "sunshine and rainbows and puppy kisses."

Before 247 knew what was happening, 101 had "tackleglomped" him.

"GAH!"

"THANK YOU SOOO MUCH, 247!! I'll never forget this! Grunny's gonna be so happy! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

"You're...welcome...now...let...GO..."

I am SO getting fired...