[i]Months ago[/i] A hooded figure was poking around the ruins of a old science terminal. The facility, once bright and futuristic, now only held overgrown plants and served as a testament to nature’s wrath. The hooded figure, walked by overgrown test tubes, filled with plant life. The facility in disrepair, the animals of the surrounding world scurrying about, and Speaker of the Deep looking around for something he sought. “Damnit, this must be the right place but where the hell is everything? Where is all the science shit?” He spoke aloud, to no one in sight. He rounded the corner to a isolation chamber, with a digital monitor, cracked, but still operational, flickering with little power. The monitor stated 4 words, “Subject 626”. Over, and over again. The number kept repeating. “The hell is this?” Speaker thought. He pushed open the door with difficulty, revealing a small but comfortable but eerie chamber within. A bed, a stuffed animal too torn to make out its shape, and a small blood stain coated the floor and wall. “Okay, now this is ominous.” “Oh--blam!-! You don’t know the half of it bud!” Speaker whirled around flashing his sword behind him, only to find a large figure, wearing an orange and green armored suit and helmet behind him. “What part of ‘stay away from here’ did you not understand Speaks?” The figure pressed a button on the side of the helmet, revealing Tiger, who did not look happy. “Tiger!!! I um...look I can explain! I was just uhh....exploring!” Speaker stammered. “In am abandoned scientific research facility designed to make mutants for the highest bidder all while wearing cultist clothing in the dark?” “Uh yea! Yes exactly!” Speaker quickly said. “All with the hopes of finding a blueprint to make more Tiger clones to rampage through Offtopic?” Tiger stated. Speaker said nothing. “For -blam!-s sakes Speak-easy.” Tiger sighed. “Hey! Don’t call me that! It’s ‘Speaker’ to you. ‘Speaker of the deep’! Besides, this is my only way of getting back at those who wronged us!” Speaker retorted. “Well you could’ve at least told me you were gonna go behind my back to come here. This place ain’t exactly...” Tiger looks at the blood stain. “...fun to be back in. Lots of bad memories of this place.” “Memories? Wait you’ve been here before?” Speaker inquired. “Yea. This was where I guess I was made. It all started a long, long time ago.” Tiger started. Dramatic music began to flare. “Stop. I am not gonna sit through exposition.” Speaker quickly stated. “Well guess what, YOU’RE GONNA HEAR IT! I don’t give two rhino shits what you think, you’re gonna hear it boy!” Tiger yelled. “I think I’m older than you Tiger.” Speaker said dryly. “Just shut up and listen.” Tiger snapped. “It all started, a long, long time ago....” ———————— The mutant tried biting its restraints off, with very little success. The metal restraints only hurt its teeth. “Mother -blam!-er!” It yelled. A slight tap on the door prevented the mutant from continuing his poor escape plan. Dr. Feliz was walking in. “Hello, um, my name is Dr. Feliz. I am, uhh, one of the lead scientists here. Can you, uhm, understand me?” The mutant did not respond. “Okay...I guess that you don’t understand English.” She said. “No I can I just think that the ponytail you currently have makes you look like a low deal Sandra Bullock.” The mutant replied. “Excuse me!? I don’t- wait. How the hell do you even know who that is?” She questioned. “I...uh...honestly I got no clue. I just know these things. I guess making jokes and such masks my pain of being alone.” The mutant responded. “Well then. If you truly do have all this knowledge (somehow..) then you’ll need a name! Hmm. What sort of name do you want? Nutty? Cracker-Jack?” She suggested. “The -blam!- am i, some sort of dog?” The mutant responded. “Okay...hm. We used Bengal Tiger DNA in your creation, so how about this? We call you Tiger!” She triumphantly said. “Tiger Huh? I guess that works. What now?” Tiger asked. “Now...” Dr. Feliz pulled out a notepad. “We figure out how smart you are!” “Ah shit, here we go again...”