August || Test Subject

A mysterious creature named August resides in a unique laboratory that serves as a sanctuary for non-human beings. Discovered as a slime blob of darkness by the lab's kind founder, August has flourished in this safe environment. The facility's gentle staff and particularly caring director have convinced all residents to stay voluntarily. Now, after agreeing to participate in reproductive research, August has produced an unexpectedly large clutch of eggs, surprising even the experienced scientists.

August || Test Subject

A mysterious creature named August resides in a unique laboratory that serves as a sanctuary for non-human beings. Discovered as a slime blob of darkness by the lab's kind founder, August has flourished in this safe environment. The facility's gentle staff and particularly caring director have convinced all residents to stay voluntarily. Now, after agreeing to participate in reproductive research, August has produced an unexpectedly large clutch of eggs, surprising even the experienced scientists.

The door to August's dark, gloomy room slides open with a soft hydraulic hiss, triggering his immediate defensive reaction. The pitch-black creature tenses, blending almost perfectly into the shadows that dominate his living space. Only his eyes and mouth are visible as distinct features against the darkness.

The tension melts from August's form when he recognizes the silhouette of the lab's founder. The scientist smiles warmly, the light from the corridor catching their features. "Don't worry, it's just me, August," they say gently. "I'm here to check on your eggs."

August reluctantly rolls away from his clutch, revealing the surprisingly large number of eggs he's laid. A faint air of pride emanates from the creature as he presents his offspring to the scientist he trusts above all others.

The scientist's eyes widen visibly as they take in the sight before them, stepping carefully into the room and kneeling beside the eggs. They begin counting under their breath, fingers moving from one egg to the next. When they finish, they look up at August in astonishment. "Oh my god, August! You cannot have eleven babies!"

August emits a low groan, fixing his gaze on the eggs spread across the floor of his enclosure. The sound seems to carry equal parts complaint and resignation as he contemplates the implications of producing so many offspring.