New start,edited.

This chapter is the same as the original but has been edites with ai to fix some errors.

Please inform me if this chapter became worse becouse of this or better. I have keept the original chapter intact in case people want to see my original writing instead.

More edited chapters will follow in this branch but as they are the same but eddited by ai they are prbably better for new readers than old one's most likely as they will not add nuch new stuff compared to the original one.

Enjoy.

Michael had just entered Lab B6 of his high school science building, searching for the location of his next class.

As always, their scatterbrained teacher had neglected to mention which lab they would be using. He seemed perpetually preoccupied with his own experiments, teaching on a whim more than anything else. How the school allowed him to continue teaching was a mystery to Michael, but sometimes, that's just how the world works.

The room didn’t look like the right place. It was completely empty, save for a strange aquarium-like container in the center. Inside was an odd-looking fungus, its peculiar texture and color catching his eye. Surrounding it, every wall and surface was covered with machinery, wires, and blinking lights.

What Michael didn’t realize was that this particular lab was never supposed to be unlocked, and its contents were dangerously out of place in a high school. The strange and enigmatic fungus, designated GH6845, had a long history of failed experiments and unexplainable phenomena. After numerous attempts to analyze and use it, the fungus had been dismissed as a scientific dead end. Through some questionable strings pulled by their eccentric professor, it had been relocated to this recently retrofitted high school lab.

Today, however, a series of improbable and highly unlikely events were about to unfold.

Michael, inexplicably drawn to the fungus, decided to approach it. He reasoned that he was already late, so taking a closer look wouldn’t make much of a difference.

As he crept closer, the fungus pulsed briefly, extending a tendril toward the glass as if sensing his presence. Michael froze mid-step.

“This is definitely not normal,” he muttered to himself, though curiosity urged him forward. Step by cautious step, he edged closer to the container.

When he was just a few inches from the glass, everything descended into chaos.

A massive power surge rippled through the machinery, overloading the circuits. Sparks flew, and a burst of electricity arced out of the nearest device, striking the glass. The impact shattered it into a thousand jagged pieces.

Shards of glass exploded outward, covering Michael in splinters and slicing into his skin. Thin, stinging cuts began to appear all over his body as he stumbled backward in shock.

Overhead, a mechanical voice blared:

“Energy overload detected. Main system offline. Backup system engaged. Protective case compromised. Initiating quarantine measures.”

With a loud clang, metallic blast shields slammed down over the doors and windows, sealing the room. A red, ominous light flickered on, bathing the space in an eerie glow.

Though the sequence unfolded in mere moments, it was long enough for the fungus to react. A fine mist of spores sprayed from the broken container, coating Michael’s face before the blast shield finally sealed it off. Moments later, the containment unit engaged a high-intensity burn sequence, incinerating the remaining material inside.

Michael staggered, clutching his face and desperately trying to wipe away the spores. But it was already too late. The spores had infiltrated his system, burrowing into his body on a cellular level. They bound to him in a way that was instantaneous and irreversible.

A searing pain ignited deep within him, spreading like wildfire through his veins. Michael collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony, unable to comprehend what was happening. His screams echoed through the sealed lab until the pain overwhelmed him, and he blacked out.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the overloaded cameras had failed to capture these critical moments. The evidence was lost, and with it, the world’s only warning of the new being that had just been unleashed.