Chapter 4: Karter's Past/Present (sequle to Karter's story: Chapter 3
Half and half of this story including previous chapter and sumary of PROJECT 9 was real from my past experiance the satanic shit and inplants are fiction tho.. and yes they stopped bothering me irl to discussing how my meds are working for me and whatnot... gonna be honest, being on pills feels like i'm a zombie, that i have no emotion or really anything to get me motivated except working on what tasks I was given to me during middleschool years and the last of my highschool years...
Now this context may seem weird and yes I know a lot has changed... my old account was sadly lost access to but I'll start posting more regularly and actually plan to finish this backstory and insight to latest changes or stuff that's been drafted... Enjoy A chapter 4.5 and 5/6 is bringing us up to current date and year...
Enjoy~
So last where we left off I'd met this tabby named Scott, the last time I let myself be tricked by others.. Everyone knows the patients at P4 pyschward facilities are extremely dangerous and are to be kept under servailance 24/7 well... there 24/7 schedule is really shitty.. My escape from the forest being quarenteened was almost an impossible snag to become loose from.. But I did kill Scott.. He was gonna kill me so I did him the favor... right after breaking that tomcats neck there was several jeeps with suited up milatary looking folks armed and weapons raised in my direction.. "Story of my fucking life am I right?" Karter asks to himself already disapointed in the trust being broken by Scott..
Gunfire rang out for hours until sunset and they did a wide sweep of the area... those dumbies failed to look underground for starters and to bring that many armed folk wanting to claim their test subject back for their own reaserch needs... Well I respectfully refuse to be brought back to that hell hole sanitarium..
Even the other me is asking how much longer are we needing to keep running and hiding... We're living more like pray being constantly hunted by numberous hunters/doctors and nurses... *internally screams* not again... nope nope I am not going back to P4.... So instead after following the dried out underground wells and old sewer ways took me to the next town over.. There I actually managed to keep constantly hidden. contact with outside folks are normally a bad idea for whatever poor fella is gonna react after looking at the deformaties and mangled messy fur unkempt and groomed in many years...
6 years passed and some of the deformities we're in a way surgically removed but without the expensive medical bill busting yer balls for healthcare..
Thankfully there was one man that I don't really trust but I will let him treat any wounds substained while on the run from the asylum nurses and scientists they call themselves Doctors... Those folks aren't doctors they're reserch and atomany for amputating more samples off my body... I already lost several fangs from being put to sleep gassed in the chamber I was born in...
To this day I still have night terrors and dreams on the cruality and inhumane acts those people did to me and other patients that we're also experimented on...
Hey amaya sharpclaw if your still alive tell me how did you cope with being cut up and prodded by those scientists/doctors assistants that preferably tossed sleeping gas in our cells to tempoary immobilize us... do you still have flashbacks on P4 rescarch institude facility that was falt for attempting to birth the psedeo types of demigods and demidemons and arctifical hellhound or anything that had satanic useage to it for mainly an opservation report on each experiment conducted.. which ones failed and which ones moved on to be prodded and cut up more to see if there instruments those sick bastards implant us with just to be tossed out if a experiment or failed subject did not bond properly with another darker formed of evil and hellish desires they ever so wished to do to us... there used to be 10 of us, subjects being tested on to see if nanochips could potentially be used instead of white or red bloodcells and other stupid ideas they deemed to try on us... I was the 9th project and the previous subjects have all subcummed to being disposed of...
I was the only survivor of that accursed project, That damn project.. forgot what the damn things called tho... also it's safe to assume they finally gave up interest in chasing me down or trying to find me to imprision back into the testing labs thank fuck... no more cages and bars and zapping prodding tools anymore! today I did however had an unusual encounter with another younger aged canine or it coulda been a fox.. anyways woke up to this little one nudging me awake asking for help to find their den and family...
now ya need to keep in mind I had parts of me removed and worked on while i was encarsinated in that forsakened mental hospital/rescarch facility so my top leftside row of fangs are badly chipped and broken from being beaten constantly to test our nanobioganical flesh like cover/implant which didn't work at all what's worse it destroyed my entire top side of my fangs, and my left eye was changed to continue further testing on artifical eyeball socket/compoments to actually work fully without bad side effects..
Yea little to say they gave zero fucks about our wellbeing and how we felt cause we're expendable pawns in that place.... that's why I was given another chance to live and I nearly botched it at the end of last year moving to different areas in da provience.. In the end I got approved from a few vixen friends that considered me a unique fox to even tho as hell I'm way bigger then any normal foxes.. yet my eyes still remains feline esk shaped tho... I blame venny for that change.. but I shouldn't point fingures at anyone..
I'm now going by as Rezix Demonica to cover my tracks from P4 Manitoba Health science centre and detention correctional facility for holding captured test subjects in to be driven back to the labratory in heavily armored cars or SUVS to withstand a damn cival war riot...
I'll try to post some more on what went down after my years of being on the run from those nurses and doctors whom are actually scientists nothing medical related to do with em.. only real reason why we do call them the pyscho-doctors is cause its in the name of science and research data from implanting fake shit into our bodies and I'm without a doubt certin they have ways to channel the darkest entities and try forcing those said entities to mingle with us.. and given the fact i have 3 personalities already bounching off my walls inside my head theres just to much messed up things happening and I'm glad as hell that I escaped as far away from that nightmare facility for good...
(original story info shared in https://www.sofurry.com/view/1239231 & https://www.sofurry.com/view/1240701