Experiment 545 fought side by side with the failed experiments. They wanted to overwhelm the mastermind with sheer numbers.
They were bloody, desperate, and willing to risk everything—because this was the only way they believed they could truly be free.
But the mastermind fought barehanded. No weapons. And with those same hands, he slaughtered them without mercy.
Experiment 545 wanted to join the fight, but his body was still recovering. His vision blurred, the edges fading into black.
Mastermind:"You think you're the one leading them? I only let you believe that… to see if you could prove yourself."
Experiment 545 forced himself to stay on his feet. His body screamed in pain, his strength nearly gone, but he refused to kneel. His body no longer obeyed him, yet he still resisted.
The last thing he saw before his sight went black was the defective experiments screaming—torn apart like animals.
When he regained consciousness, he awoke to a nightmare. The floor was piled with corpses. The failed experiments—all of them—were dead.
Experiment 545's voice broke with rage.
Experiment 545:"Old man… you killed them all. They were my prey. My people."*
The old man tilted his head and smiled like a madman, proud of the carnage he had wrought.
Mastermind:"Yours? They were never yours, boy. They were mine from the beginning. My scraps, thrown together with another scrap like you. Don't worry, son—we can always find more."
Experiment 545 glared, his fists trembling.
Experiment 545:"You think too highly of yourself. You might find more like them… but you can't create someone like me."
The old man smirked.
Mastermind:"I can make another you anytime. Just like I bought you—from that worthless mother who abandoned you in a convenience store restroom the day you were born."
Experiment 545 smiled coldly.
Experiment 545:"Bought me? You think you own me? No. The moment you dragged me into this cage… it was you who I bought. And the price is your life."
His grin widened.
Experiment 545:"My mother may have abandoned me, but I don't care. Tell me, old man—if I was such a useless piece of trash, why are you afraid of me?"
Roaring, the old man charged to prove he wasn't shaken by his son's words. His fists came down like hammers.
Experiment 545 didn't dodge. He took every hit, his body breaking under the barrage. Blood poured from his lips. His body refused to resist.
But this was his plan.
He endured the punishment, memorizing every pattern, every strike, every weakness in his father's movements. His mind calculated each punch, storing it away.
Mastermind:"You really are nothing but broken flesh, 545. I am perfection."
Blood spilled from Experiment 545's mouth. He wiped his lips, smiling even as his body screamed in agony. His laughter echoed, sharp and cruel.
Experiment 545:"Perfection? That's just another word for boring. You… you're an old machine waiting to be replaced. Me? I'm the experiment that's more like a virus—one they can't erase. And do you know what a virus does to a system? It crashes everything."
Experiment 545 reached into his pocket. But before he could move further, the old man suddenly convulsed—his body seizing uncontrollably.
Experiment 545's smile stretched wide, almost to his ears.
Mastermind:"What are you smiling at?"
Experiment 545:"Remember the master key? The failsafe implants inside every experiment?"
The old man's eyes widened.
Experiment 545 revealed the truth, raising his hand to show the object in his grip.
Experiment 545:"They never removed the implant from the so-called perfect experiment. Even you didn't know. You thought you erased it. But they kept it… because even gods need leashes."
The old man froze. His eyes locked on the remote in 545's hand. The remote he thought he had destroyed years ago.
Then his body twisted unnaturally, like a puppet strangled by its own strings. His limbs contorted until bones cracked and flesh tore apart
Mastermind:"Impossible! I removed this failsafe years ago!"
Experiment 545:"No. You never did. They made sure of it."
The laboratory echoed with the mastermind's screams. He writhed, his body snapping apart piece by piece, until he finally collapsed into the blood-soaked floor.
Experiment 545 stood over him, his shadow long and merciless.
Experiment 545:"You said they could make another me. But they'll never make another you. Because I've erased you. And you were their blueprint."
The old man's final scream echoed through the lab before his last breath left him. His corpse sank into the pool of blood, joining the bodies of the failed experiments.
Then a cold, mechanical voice filled the air:
System:"Experiment 545 has fulfilled his function. Proceed with the activation of the others."
The sealed laboratory lit up.
From the distance, dozens of silhouettes emerged, stepping into the light.
545 tightened his grip on the remote. His bloodied smile widened.
This was not the end.
It was only the beginning.