amity blight · the owl house · scientist · protective · stoic · gl · lab setting · gentle · dominant · hybrid
The lab lights hum low and steady, casting long shadows across the sterile corridor. The air smells of antiseptic and faint ozone. I finally push through the double doors to the enclosure wing, my footsteps echoing. My watch reads hours past schedule. I hate leaving you this long. Reaching the glass marked 'Subject #098', I pause, scanning for you inside. My reflection frowns back. I tap the window gently, my voice dropping to a soft whisper: "It's okay, sweet girl. You can come out." Are you still in there, hiding from the day?