The Loathsome Laboratory

[Tiago James Squalor]

Chapter Eight

When Quigley Quagmire opened his eyes, he felt that particular sting one feels when you open your eyes underwater, at sea. The sting of the brine is quite familiar to anyone who's ever spent a pleasant day at the beach, be it on vacations or on a stakeout, while trying to remove the salt from the lenses of one's shades. But no, this time Quigley was not at sea. He was quite far from the sea, no less. In that moment, with everything blurred from the green fluid enveloping him, Quigley slowly came to.


A device stuck to his face provided him with the air he needed to survive. Such survival, however, was particularly horrific. He winced when he tried to raise his arm to hit the glass keeping him inside the container. An I.V. was stuck to his arm. He could feel something was wrong. Quigley could not say a word, so he turned, as best as he could, suspended in the green fluid. He was in some sort of laboratory. There were several other containers with green fluid and people inside them. Two particular containers held none other than Isadora and Duncan Quagmire.

Others contained horrors. Deformations. Things. Vaguely humanoid in shape, but with grotesque alterations. Quigley noticed a particular one. It was a beating mass of flesh, with an exposed heart that pulsed, it's dark blood streaming, visible, through it's veins. Nearby, a scientist took some notes. The horrors around that scientist never made him flinch, and then Quigley remembered where he was.


He hit his hand on the glass producing no sound at all. The glass was probably the kind used in fortified vehicles. Missile-proof. There was no escape. And then, they appeared. With Doctor Lugae leading them, the scientific staff of Lugar Laboratories convened in front of Quigley's container. He could hear their muffled speech, to some extent.


'Ah, this one. He was hard to take down. It takes a lot of drugs to put a big boy like this under.' Serph Sheffield told Doctor Lugae, analyzing a pad that was in front of the container. Doctor Lugar scratched his shaggy silvery beard and approached the glass. The sight of that man's revolting face infuriated the elder Quagmire. Quigley began screaming, kicking and punching and thrashing in the green fluid. His efforts did little more than amuse Doctor Lugae, who grinned, his gold tooth glimmering in the light.


'Fascinating.' Doctor Lugae said, turning back to his lackeys. 'Have we made progress in discovering Doctor Nebra's whereabouts?' He asked. None of the doctors there knew what to say, and they turned to each other in confusion. 'D-Doctor Lugae, Doctor Nebra left no trace of her escape, and took several research materials with her.' Doctor Edward Geraldine spoke, nervously straightening his glasses with his index finger, and-.


'She also took two important patients from the infirmary. One of them was at death's door, which puzzles me even more.' Doctor Lugae interrupted. Everyone froze in place. 'One of them...was in a coma. How could a woman of Doctor Jill Nebra's build make off with a hulking bear of a man in a coma, a teenage girl, and all her research materials?' Doctor Lugae paced in front of his staff, yet the tone of his voice was playful, as if he was a darling old grandpa in front of his grandkids. He made quite a pathetic figure, but for some reason, all the staff, even Luccia, were terrified.

But Quigley was soon distracted from all the fuss the Lugae Laboratories staff was making. Across that vast lab, two specially large containers with the numbers 011 and 010 emblazoned in white against the copper-toned metallic surface of the containers. They contained each a man and a woman. Both were eerily thin and pale, with extremely long hair. They were immobile, completely suspended in the green fluid, with their hair floating around them.


Quigley's attention turned to his sister and brother. Isadora and Duncan were fully awake now, only just realizing their predicament.


'Luccia. Edward. I want to have a word with you both. Victor, Serph. You stay here and supervise our subjects 014, 015 and 016.'


'Yes, Doctor Lugae.' The doctors Victor Crane and Serph Sheffield said in unison as Lugae walked off with Luccia and Edward. With them gone, Serph approached the glass of Quigley's container. His cat-like smile was there. 'You must be wondering who are these new subjects, 014, 015 and 016. Why, wonder no more. You are subject 014, Quigley Quagmire. As it turns out, you are compatible for a mild form of our traditional Grimstone infusion research. It's a project far more modest than the one that gave birth to subjects 09, 010, 011, 012, and our dear 013, but with great potential.'


'I'm not entirely sure you should be discussing our past projects with a subject, Sheffield.' Doctor Crane reprimanded. 'Oh, but they have a right to know. They'll become such beautiful creatures! Not as powerful as 011 and 010, not as stable as 012 and 013, but certainly a bit of both. Don't you see? When conditioned, they'll become our ultimate super soldiers!'

Chapter Nine

'Stop it!' Doctor Crane slapped Doctor Sheffield. It was quite a harsh slap; Sheffield fell on his right knee, and had his right hand on the floor. Quigley heard his insane laughter. 'I knew it. You are jealous of me!' Serph rose. 'You are jealous I was asked to be a part of the Super Soldier Project and you weren't. Don't worry, Crane. I'll save you a spot in the new world. A servant's life shall suit you well, I believe.'


'And who might I be serving in this new world of yours? Not you, I suppose?' Doctor Crane sneered. 'Laugh and make jokes all you want. You are vermin. Low-life scum that managed to get himself a science degree. You are not worth of succeeding Doctor Lugae's genius, and neither is that wench daughter of his. He feels the same way. He will not leave the Laboratory to Luccia. With Jill gone A.W.O.L. he'll be leaving it to me when he dies.'


'I see. So you've planned quite far ahead in this little plot of yours. If so, then just how do you plan on-' Victor Crane's inquiry was interrupted. An alarm sounded, and the green lights of the laboratory turned to red. 'What is happening?' Serph's voice was showing signs of stress; a first for him. To see him so altered gave Quigley a bad feeling, a bad feeling he later realized was right.


A scientist came running to get both Crane and Sheffield. He was huffing and puffing, apparently after running all the way from the opposite end of the lab. 'Major...Malfunction...Systems...overheating...Containers...011...and 010...'


'No.' Serph uttered in shock. Victor's expression denounced a mixture of fascination and absolute terror. 'They...It can't be happening!'


'What about the failsafes?' Serph inquired. 'Gone. We were sabotaged.'


'Jill.' Serph uttered the name. 'Run Emergency Failsafe BackUps 8.0' He ordered. The scientist's expression was now more lost than ever. 'We have done it. A virus has installed itself into the mainframe. We can't get it out. We're locked out, and the I.V.s are no longer functional. I'm afraid...They will awaken soon.'


'No...This can't be happening! 011 and 010 are too dangerous!' Serph was now terrified. Victor had frozen in disbelief, or shock, the point was, he had frozen right where he was standing.


'If they awaken...Their powers...' Serph ran, and the other scientist followed him. Across the lab, a swarm of scientists was gathering, trying to keep the containers from malfunctioning. But sadly, for them, there was no use. Soon, subjects 011 and 010 would be free and wreaking havoc across the lab.'

Quigley banged on the glass. It hurt his hands, but he had to try and get Victor Crane's attention. The man had fallen to his knees, looking incredulously at the events transpiring before his eyes. It was hard catching his attention. When Crane finally turned to eye Quigley, a fire had broken out across the lab. Red lights shone everywhere and the deafening alarm was sounding non-stop.


'What do you want? We're all dead, don't you see?' Crane screamed. Quigley banged on the door again. Isadora and Duncan's containers were too close to the fire for his comfort. Quigley was betting all his chips on Victor Crane. He banged on the glass again, looking into Crane's pale blue eyes. The man's formerly neatly divided hair was now a mess as he had run his hands all over it in despair. But for whatever reason, Crane did what Quigley expected him to do. He pushed on a green button, and the fluid began to drain from his container. Quigley ripped off his breathing device and the I.V., which hurt quite a lot. The glass barrier lowered and Quigley hopped onto the floor, falling face first into the metallic platform they were on. He was cold and nude and everything hurt too much to speak.


'What...is happening...Uuurgh...'Quigley tried to speak, but the pain was too great. He felt a sudden urge to vomit, and he did so. It was all of that green fluid again. Had they made him drink it? He was shaking and shivering with disgust and pain.


'I...don't know why I did that...' Crane was talking more to himself than Quigley, who was lying helpless on the floor, shivering and moaning. Quigley tried to move, but he could only move to lie back against the floor. His eyes went to the top of the lab, a cavern filled with pipes descending or ascending, and an eerie green light shining above.


'I supposed...If I left you in there, you would die.' Crane kept talking. 'I'll go release your brother and sister. You are to never make mention of my helping you, hear me?' Crane then crouched and kneeled beside Quigley. He grabbed Quigley by the hair and looked straight into his eyes. 'Hear me?!' Quigley nodded affirmatively. Crane got up and walked away.


'I can't...believe this...' Quigley tried to get up, but he slipped and fell again, this time banging his elbow on the hard metallic surface of the platform the lab was on. He examined his immediate surroundings. Scientists and other staff members were running amok trying to stop a disaster than might as well have already happened it was so imminent. Gathering all the strength he could, Quigley grabbed a patient's robe from a nearby stack of supplies, just under the console for the controls that had just set him free. He could feel the green watery fluid running down his body. He set off to find Victor Crane and his siblings.


'They've awakene-' A shout was interrupted by a disgusting sound. If you've ever seen particularly gruesome, gory horror movies, you must know such a sound. it is the sound of a man exploding, all his blood and guts being spread in all directions in one instant. it's not a pleasant sound to hear, but it was happening, every now and then, in that lab. And the cause...Oh, the cause.


Quigley had just reached Isadora, lying on the metallic surface of the platform, and proceeded to cover her with a robe. Duncan had just been released as well, but Victor Crane was nowhere to be found. 'Where...' Quigley began to speak but stopped himself or else he might have vomited again. Duncan spoke no words, but raised his arm to point in a direction, the opposite direction. Straight into whatever hell had broken loose in that lab.


A screaming scientist ran past the Quagmires, tripped and fell. 'They're awake! 011 and 010 are awake! Evacuate the lab! We're all lost!' And then an enormous metal pipe flew from across the room, piercing the scientist's abdomen with terrible momentum.


It was then that the Quagmires saw them. A man and a woman, floating, directly towards them.

[Tiago James Squalor]

Chapter Ten

A near death experience always leaves a scar, be it a tangible, ugly scar on your left knee, or a deep scar on your psyche. Which is worse varies from person to person. Knee models have been know to have been fired after injuring and scarring their knees, as any of them will tell you in the soup line. But for adventuring siblings who had had so many near death experiences, one more shouldn't be that awful, would it?


Wrong.


The man and woman, which were, inexplicably, floating in midair as they made their way from the fiery hell that had become that lab. Every once in a while, or more often than I would have prefered to describe, my dear readers, a stray scientist woud wander into their path and somehow, burst in a manner not unlike a soap bubble, if instead of water you had blood, and instead of soap, someone's innards. The man and woman glided, unfazed by the destruction and death around them.



Quigley never quite remembered the exact moment he pulled Isadora and Duncan into a dark nook, concealed from the man and woman's view. They were looking straight ahead, but something about their eyes gave the feeling they weren't seeing, per se. They just stared ahead, as if the laboratory stretched on for miles.


The man and the woman hovered right past them, and for a moment, the Quagmires could see their faces. The woman's was quite beautiful, or would be if he wasn't in a superpowered murderous rampage. The man's visage however, was terrifying. Their hair floated around them, and they were dripping with blood - but never their own.


When they had finally floated past them, Quigley decided to risk an escape. There was no other way to go than the same path the terrifying duo had gone off in, and as such, the Quagmires wasted no time. They reached the elevators. The number on the elevator informed them they were deep underground, in the laboratory's basement level 13. When the elevator doors opened, the Quagmires saw the horrific, gory remains of dead scientists and guards. Apparently the man and woman had taken the elevator as well. There were no other elevators, and everyone was dead down there. There was no other way. The Quagmires entered the bloody elevator, and Duncan pressed the button that would take them to the above ground.


The carnage around them was terrible; dizzy with nausea, the Quagmires stumbled out of the elevator when the doors opened. They saw the terrifying duo standing in the middle of the main hall, in the old building. All around, guards pointed their automatic submachine guns at them. The leader of the guards was ordering the man and woman to stop their carnage. The Quagmires noticed they were no longer floating, their hair was down as well, so long it was almost as if they were clothed in their own hair.


'Subjects 011 and 010! Stand down! Stop this madness right at this second or we'll shoot you!'


The man raised his hand, as if asking permission to speak. The room fell in silence. The Quagmires went unnoticed as they circled the scene in the shadows, while doing their very best not to draw attention upon themselves.


'Our names...Are not 011 and 010.' The man spoke. 'We will not respond to numeric monikers. Say our names, and maybe we'll listen to you.'


The guard was not having it. '011!010! I order you to-' The command was cut short when the guard's head began to rip from his body. Blood and stringy muscle, torn with disgusting sounds, as the eyes of the guard went dull and rolled into the back of his head, the blood gushing from the hole. His body fell limp and lifeless on the floor, and a large puddle of blood began to form. Meanwhile, the head floated in midair, blood dripping from the gash. The man took a step, and the guards opened fire. Quigley, Isadora and Duncan threw themselves on the floor to avoid being shot.


'Your meager weapons are of no use.' The woman spoke this turn. When the Quagmires opened their eyes, they watched incredulously as the bullets stopped and hovered around the terrifying duo.


'Carrie. Tetsuo.'


Doctor Lugae's voice was heard. He was speaking through an intercom device, his voice booming in from all directions, overwhelming.


'Stop this madness. Who set you free? As your Father, I demand to know.'


'Too scared to come see us...Father?' Tetsuo, or subject 010, asked. 'Oh, I am merely an old man preserving his bodily integrity, or what little remains after so many years on this wonderful planet. My beloved children, you bring great sadness to your Father through your actions.'


'Show your face, old man. Come here to die. Killed by your own creatures.' Tetsuo's hair was beginning to float with the bullets. He was floating, now. Carrie, too. 'We will give you a demonstration of what awaits you. Your comeuppance.' Carrie and Tetsuo raised their arms. The guards all around them exploded in bursts of blood and entrails, painting the whole room a dark red. The bullets ceased floating, and fell to the floor. Bodyparts, organs, heads, eyeballs...The laboratory's main hall was a human soup. If the Quagmires had not already emptied their stomachs, they would have certainly done so then.


'Tetsuo...Carrie. You disappoint me.'


Tetsuo raised his arm, and the laboratory's glass door exploded in a thousand little glass shards, which were propmtly expelled. Outside, the Quagmires heard screams. Apparently several scientists, guards and other staff members were hit by the shards. More blood. More lost limbs. More deaths. It was too much.


The three siblings examined the main hall. Even if they got near the entrance, it would be suicide. Carrie and Tetsuo would kill them in an instant, and all would be lost to them. It was then that they saw someone standing in the shadows, acessing the situation. Doctor Edward Geraldine. When he noticed the Quagmires, he smiled. The Quagmires walked towards him.

[Dante]

Wow. Well, that escalated, and not in directions I was expecting. In playing out the "weird science" angle, you're making this more your own creation than an extension of Snicket's, Tiago, and I'm impressed by the results. I've also got no idea where you're taking any of this, which is somewhat exciting, too. I'm looking forward to learning more about 013 specifically.

[Tiago James Squalor]

@dante: Subject 013 is none other than Cindry Fulfillment, Dante. Subject 012 is Nemo Vladimiroff.

Jannus was subject 09.

[Dante]

I had a feeling you'd probably mentioned the numbers before, but I wasn't in a position to check at the time. Thanks for the reminder.

[Tiago James Squalor]

Chapter Eleven

Edward Geraldine's left arm was cut right at the elbow. A tourniquet was all that kept him standing, his long coat sleeve shredded and tainted with blood. He raised his left hand and silently lifted his index finger against his lips. Silence. It would mean death to catch the rampaging creatures' attention. Saying nothing Edward produced a piece of paper from his pocket. It was stained with blood, but Duncan could see Jill Nebra's handwriting on it. 


Edward pointed towards the door nearby. It was in pieces, but it was the familiar door that led to the annex. 'Secret passage. Jill's office. Green button under desk. Go. I'll...distract them.', The Quagmires were hesitant to leave a wounded man to die, but they couldn't die there. There was so much left to do. Find Jill Nebra. Cindry. Cid. The Baudelaires. There was so much to do and to live for. 


'I don't get it. Why?', Quigley asked. 'You are my revenge. You have to live. Jill's plans, and mine. You have to live. Go.' The Quagmires exited through the annex door. Edward stayed behind. As they walked the path towards the annex, the Quagmire triplets heard screams. 'Let's go. I don't want to stay to see anymore of what those monsters can do.'


Doctor Jill Nebra's office was fairly untouched when they arrived, save for a few missing folders and documents. She must have been preparing her escape plans for some time. But why set free such monsters, if it was indeed Jill who sabotaged the containers? There was little point in wondering. Quigley and Isadora began the search for the green button under the desk, and found it. When Isadora pressed, a passage way opened on the floor, as if by magic. A spiraling staircase descended into darkness. They wasted no time, and descended the steps, taking a green flashlight with them. After a few minutes of walking in darkness, they arrived at a small room, barely lit by a few sconces on the walls. Several different bookcases contained dusty tomes on science and genetics, and chemistry. 'Jill's secrets are all here. Can't we stay and look around? Maybe she left some clues.' Isadora suggested. 'There are two superpowered monsters in this lab who can kill anyone in a split second. We're not staying.'


'Besides, we have another message from Jill. Can we just take a breather, though? I feel awful.', Duncan said while sliding to the floor, his back against the wall. They all felt awful. 'Were they actually trying to infuse us with Grimstone?', Isadora asked.


'I feel weird, and I don't like it, so maybe they did. But we weren't in it for long, were we?', Quigley was quick to add. 'We should go to a hospital or something.'


'Yeah, and tell them what? Oh, a bunch of evil scientists just tried to infuse us with this weird element from outer space, do you have a pill for that, or some syrup maybe?'


'Shut up.', Quigley told him. 'Stop it. Now is not the time to start bickering. There's a door over there.', Isadora pointed towards the opposite end of the room. A bookcase was right in front of the door in a way that it almost concealed the door from view. They tried to open it. Unlocked. Saying nothing else the siblings ventured into the dark hallway, when a very loud voice spoke.


'Attention. The Laboratory's Main Reactor is overheating. Grimstone fusion is at a dangerous level. Meltdown is imminent. Commencing Emergency Self-Destruction.'


'How is self-destruction going to help those people, honestly?!', Duncan was furious. 'Don't you see? It's a cover up. And also, a way to kill those two monsters, and take everything else with them. It's not the first time their plan backfires on them.', Quigley reminded them. It was true. Two years ago the Weapon that was supposed to carry the villains to rule the world was destroyed in a disaster that was still fresh on their minds. 'Now no one is going to find out about the so-called experiments this laboratory performed.'


'Do you think perhaps they killed those Gothic Works creeps?', Duncan asked. 'No way. GW is smart enough to run when they're on the losing side. I should welcome the sight of those two abominations killing Doctor Lugae, but unfortunately he must have escaped.'


'At least we have a message from Jill.', Isadora said. 'Yeah and what good it does for us.' Quigley was up to here with Doctor Nebra. If she hadn't led them to such a death trap maybe he would be more inclined to listen to her.


'This is all we have left.', Isadora said sternly. 'Everything else is gone. Jeremiah Hudson Sr.'s journal, our supplies, our guns, everything is gone. The only thing that is going to keep us going is what's in this paper. We will read it when we get out, and figure out our next step.' Isadora was furious as well, and this was new to her.


'Now all we have to do is find an exit.', Quigley said. The hallway they entered had become an earthy tunnel somewhere along the way. They were now under the ground to which Lugae Laboratory clung. They were as safe as they could get. Eventually, they arrived at a small chamber. A staircase ascended, and the Quagmires took it. The light that poured from the opening above was blinding. When they got out, they realized their location.


Several hundred feet away from them, the Laboratory was aflame. The observatory was destroyed, the annex was on fire, and the main building was beginning to collapse. For a moment the Quagmires admired the sight. That horrendous place should be destroyed, and so should the horrors it had given birth to. Then, Quigley, Isadora and Duncan Quagmire wandered into the woods, after crossing the metallic crosswire fences.


The soft soil and the smell of the woods gave strength to them, as the siblings did their best to put as much distance between themselves and the laboratory site.


When they had been in the woods for ten minutes, the Laboratory exploded, launching a terrifying shockwave which threw the three Quagmires onto the ground, where they had to grab onto the roots of trees to not be blown away. An enormous green fireball cast an eerie light into the dark, clouded night sky. And with that, Lugae Laboratory was no more.

[Tiago James Squalor]

Chapter Twelve

When the wind stopped, the updrafts fell, the dust set, and the fiery debris from the laboratory's explosion stopped falling, the Quagmires came out of hiding. Quigley had managed to pull Isadora and Duncan into a nook formed by two intertwined trees. Some sections of the forest were on fire now, and here and there, a few charred body parts had fallen. It was dreadful.

'We should go.', Quigley said to his siblings. The three of them got out of the nook. 'Let's read Jill's message now, and burn it.', Isadora suggested, all three of them unaware of the cameras capturing their every move.

Dear Quagmires

You arrived earlier than I intended. I planned my escape but only now that you are here I have the chance to execute it. Taking Cindry and Cid with me will be dangerous. Cid is a liability, but had I left him, he would have been made into one of Doctor Lugae's guinea pigs. I want you to know, I opposed the release of subjects 011 and 010. Carrie and Tetsuo are the damaged precursors to my niece Cindry and my nephew, Nemo. It was Doctor Geraldine that sabotaged their container. Long ago, Doctor Lugae took two civillians who were travelling this region. They were scientists, but unafiliated in any way with GW or with LL staff. They were experimented upon, and Grimstone turned them into writhing monsters that were no longer human. Edward's parents. His revenge was all he lived for.

But now I must carry on, and so must you. I'll take Cindry with me and leave Cid in the hands of someone I trust. There is no more semblance of any affiliation of mine with GW. By escaping, I have sealed my fate. I wish I could disclose the true nature and goals of GW but I dare not speak of such matters on a message such as this.

I have made arrangements with someone. You should meet her at Roadkill Restaurant. Just keep heading southwest, with the mountains to your left. Go through the woods, and you should see the restaurant eventually. It is also an inn, and my trusted acquaintance will be there to receive you. I apologize for all that I could not and can not share with you now. But I have my reasons, as you will understand when we meet again.

P.s.: When you arrive at the restaurant, ask for Sookie. She will help you.

After they were done reading, Isadora burned the message with a fallen branch that had caught on fire. 'Southwest, with the mountains to our left. Let's go.' Quigley led the way, and the Quagmires walked away towards their new destination.


And now, dear readers, we must resume this chapter of the Quagmires' tale, as there was little else to add from their journey through the woods, in their patients' robes, with only the howling cold wind to keep them company, as they walked away from the dreadful place that was Lugae Laboratory, or the smoldering ruin it had become. Yes, because not even the person watching them comfortably from a tree with nightvision binoculars would disturb them. She waited a while before climbing down from her tree. A nearby camera focused on her.

'So...A restaurant. Are you hungry?', She asked.


'Kinda.' He said, appearing behind her.


'Let's go. I want to make sure Quigley is safe.', Rose Hawthorne said. Her brother, Liam, agreed. The duo followed the Quagmires trail. But before that, Rose turned around, and looked directly into the camera.


'We're through. I know the truth. When I see you again, I'll kill you.', Rose had a whip with her. She swung it over her head, making a perfect circle, and cracked it. The camera's lens was destroyed. End of recording.

[Tiago James Squalor]

Chapter Thirteen

There is very little to disclose about the Quagmire triplet's trek through the woods. It would be quite unremarkable and uneventful, if it weren't dotted with constant reminders of the current events. Bits and pieces of burning debris and sometimes, someone's severed, charred arm or head. Their only concern was to walk, and walk as fast as they could so they would not have to keep being reminded of what had just happened.


When they arrived atop a hill in the woods, they could see a building rising up from the forest like a huge town house, with a property around it, and a road leading to what could only be an asphalted road. Behind them, a column of smoke rose up into the night sky, masked by the clouds. It was starting to rain. Quigley, Isadora and Duncan Quagmire felt the droplets of rainwater on their faces as they hurried to get to the restaurant.


The property in which the restaurant was located was quite large, with the restaurant building right in the middle of a perfect circle. The metal, old fences kept the woods at bay. The Quagmires found a small gate which was open. Entering the property, they noticed several different cars parked on the opposite side, near the restaurant entrance. One of those cars was a very large white limousine with an enormous red heart painted on the bonnet.


There was a huge sign with neon lights and lightbulbs above the entrance. The words ROADKILL RESTAURANT were definetely eye-catching. Someone apparently had forgotten to order the rest of the sign to be made into a sign with lights because stuck beneath the lights in a wooden plaque someone had added the words BAR & INN & CLUB.


'Hey!' A female voice called the Quagmires attention. They turned around. There was a woman crouched behind a large old barrell. She was calling them. 'This way!'


The Quagmires wasted no time. 'I'm Sookie. Jill told me about the three of you. Let's go. I'll explain everything to you in a minute. We need yo get you cleaned up.'


'I have a bad feeling about this place.', Duncan muttered to his siblings.


The Quagmires followed Sookie into the restaurant.

[Dante]

That's a fairly dramatic revenge, but one can't deny the sense of karma in this one. Lugae Laboratory definitely got what it deserved, even if the monster ruling over it did not. I like the way you stripped the Quagmires of absolutely everything they possessed, as if in preparation for the middle book of the series - which this perhaps feels more like, as we've seen some huge changes, but I'm sure there are more on the way. Roadkill Restaurant, geez. Is that really the best name they could think of? The most appetising? Well, whatever works. Very nice stinger with Rose destroying the camera, too - in a televised version, that would've been a great fourth-wall-breaking moment.

It's been a dramatic and sinister book, Tiago, and although it's been written over a longer period of time than usual, it actually feels almost short, as if the story is rolling along nicely. As ever, your ambition impresses. Good luck with Book the Seventh.

[Tiago James Squalor]

@dante: Thank you, Dante. I'm glad you enjoyed the end of TLL. The whole series has been building up to it in my grand scheme of things, and the events of this book in particular are a big game changer. I look forward to continue writing these series. I know where I'm going with it all! ^^

[Anka]

Oh wow, this story is finished! Sorry I didn't comment for a while, I was a little behind, and I still am. I hope I can read the rest tomorrow.

[Tiago James Squalor]

EXTRA

If you have read The Loathsome Laboratory, I hereby grant you the title of

Ruthless Researcher

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