Just a little

You swing by the pharmacy on the way home to get the household items you need to make that one compound and you make it in your kitchen sink that very evening. You package it up in a plastic bag and forget about it until the morning.

As you lie in your tiny single bed in your tiny 2 room apartment in a shitty district of the city, the **** you'll make keeps you awake. There's 5 things it could do, but which? Permanent or temporary? Any side effects? Would you get in trouble if whoever you convince to be your test subject is sent to hospital and they launch an investigation? There are so many questions running through your head that you hardly sleep and it only really makes you want to get back in there and make it as soon as you can.

You wake up, eat, shower, shave, and dress as fast as you can and show up at the office early so as to make it before you get interrupted by your manager. Your colleague has left the **** in an unmarked envelope on your desk, and attached a note within said envelope that reads, "what do you want this for? It's dangerous."

You discard the note and are slightly annoyed at your friend. You know it's dangerous, that's exactly why it's so fun! Your next step is to prepare some sterile syringes in the Mix Machine, then load in the chemicals one by one in the amounts you wrote down yesterday. When it comes to the last ingredient, you add only the minimum you anticipate it requiring. You then press the "Start" button on the machine which looks like a prop from a sci-fi movie, brushed metal and covered in flashing lights and control panels. A small LCD display on the top of the mixer says, "Please wait... 2 minutes to completion."

The 2 minutes that follow are the slowest of your life, and when it's done you can hardly contain your excitement. Paying a hobo to take it seems like the safest option, it's not like anyone will miss them if it goes slightly wrong, and if it goes really wrong you can just call the police and tell them there's a crazy person there.

You briefly consider the failed experiment you read on the report and wonder just how badly it could've gone awry, but you push the thought out of your mind once you remember there's only a 20% chance of that occurring.

You head back out of the building, nobody will notice you're late anyway, via the back entrance. A lot of the big buildings in the area all have back entrances here, and it's become a good spot for the homeless to shelter. It takes you just a few minutes to find a middle-aged and very ugly woman who looks like she could do with a couple of dollars, sitting on the pavement, reading a week old newspaper.

"Hey, wanna make 10 dollars?"

She looks up at you, her face a mixture of eagerness and caution. "How?"

"I work at a **** company, we've made something cool but our test subject didn't show up today. I'll pay you if you'll let me inject it into you and all I need to do is watch what happens." Most of that isn't a lie...

"I dunno. Isn't it dangerous?" She seems hesitant, and you suppose you can see why.

"The government won't let us test **** on humans if we haven't already exhaustively proved they're safe. It's money for nothing, really."

The woman thinks it over for a bit, and it looks like she'll refuse. "20 dollars."

You were expecting to have to give up to $50, so you're happy she's so ****. "Fine. I need you to role up your sleeve and hold your forearm very still. It only hurts if you look at the needle so you might want to close your eyes."

She follows your instructions, and 30 seconds later you've injected the **** into her bloodstream. You put the syringe back into your pocket to dispose of later. You take a few steps back, observing her intently for any indication she's changed at all. A minute or two passes, and she has yet to say anything.

"Do you feel different at all?" You feel impatient and a little disappointed as you consider the possibility that the formulae you saw could've just produced a benign ****, or was a failure included in the report for the sake of completeness.

After thinking about your question for a few seconds, she responds. "For a few moments, I felt this strong tingling between my legs... uh, it was fucking weird... like something was trying to push out of my vagina. But after a bit, it went away. Sorry I can't be any more descriptive than that. Money now?"

You give her the $20 you agreed on earlier and turn around without saying another word. You now know you made the wrong decision in using the bare minimum of the chemical, but at least she wasn't hurt and you could probably use her again if you choose to go back and use more of the chemical.

(This is the end of this route. Please go back to the previous page and choose the option to use more of the chemical if you'd like to see what happens in that route.)