NO ONE'S POV.
MR and Infected just got to a lab. Before Infected can say anything, he gets shoved into a padded room.
"H3Y WH4T TH3 FL1P, BR4H!" Infected yells out at MR.
MR looks at him through a glass panel, his smile widening. He clearly seems to be planning something, but Infected being Infected is oblivious to it.
"You don't realize the direness of this situation, do you? I won't be healing you. I'll be using you. I'll be making you better. I promise you you won't be the only person I'm doing this to. Maybe I'll go after your little boyfriend next? Or his fathers?" MR states, cackling.
Finally, reality dawns on him and he gasps. He runs up to the glass and hits his hands against it.
"5T4Y 4W4Y FR0M TH3M!!" Infected screams at the top of his lungs. He wants Lampert to be safe. Mark to be safe. Wallter to be safe.
...
Fuck that gradient though.
"I will not leave them be. They will have their time to shine among a little army I'll make. You'll be the first person in this army. They'll finally be useful, and you'll look amazing. There's no saving you." MR says before entering the room, a needle in hand, as Infected backing up into a corner.
. . .
"...Why do I feel like something just happened to Kasper?..." Lampert asks himself.
He's in a room with a planning board on how to save Infected. He's determined to save the one he loves.
"I'm saving him tomorrow. No matter what."
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FantasyA Regretevator Infection AU. This story follows a distressed lamp and his boyfriend, Infected. Infected's memory has been getting worse for some reason since he was fed something forcefully by Unpleasant. Lampert has been taking care of him for abou...
