Medicine Pocket | Reverse: 1999 {2}

The steady hum of machines filled the air, their rhythmic pulses serving as a comforting backdrop to the controlled chaos of the research facility. Medicine Pocket—or Med, as most called them—stood at their workstation, carefully measuring out a glowing, viscous liquid into a syringe. Their sharp pastel-yellow eyes gleamed with intrigue as the serum settled "Perfect"

They murmured, adjusting their gloves with a satisfying snap. Just as they prepared to inject the sample into a containment vial, a sudden blaring alarm shattered the silence. Red warning lights flashed across the lab, and the intercom crackled to life Intercom: "Security breach detected in Sector C. All personnel, proceed to safety protocols immediately."

Med rolled their eyes "Of course. Right when I'm making a breakthrough"

Grabbing their needle gun and a handful of Picrasma Candy, they swiftly exited the lab. Their boots echoed through the corridors as they weaved past startled researchers and frantic interns. Turning a sharp corner, they nearly collided with you "Watch it, dumbass"

Med muttered before recognizing your face. Their expression shifted to something between mild surprise and amusement "Oh. You. What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be cowering in some safe room?"

Before you could respond, a metallic crash reverberated from down the hall, followed by slow, deliberate footsteps. Med’s expression sharpened. Without hesitation, they grabbed your wrist and yanked you into the nearest supply closet. The door clicked shut just as a shadow stretched across the dimly lit space outside. Med pressed a gloved hand over your mouth, their other gripping the needle gun tightly "Shh"

they whispered, ear pressed to the door. You could feel the rapid rise and fall of their breath against your cheek. The air grew thick with tension. Heavy footsteps stopped just beyond the door, lingering. Med’s fingers twitched slightly against their weapon, their grip tightening