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the secret lab in strangerville – early morning
the secret lab is in disarray, filled with the sounds of clattering metal and the enraged roars of the mother plant. its grotesque form dominates the center of the room, tendrils thrashing wildly. aether viatrix, clad in a protective hazmat suit, stands determinedly at the forefront, his green glasses barely visible through the suit’s visor. three others, now free of their infection but still recovering, stand beside him.
aether viatrix (voice slightly muffled by the hazmat suit, but resolute): "this is it. we end this, together."
the mother plant screeches, sensing the imminent threat. aether grips a makeshift gun filled with the infection vaccine in its liquid form—his last hope after hours of relentless research. his companions brace themselves, ready to fend off the Plant’s attacks.
aether aims the gun, his hands steady despite the exhaustion. he pulls the trigger, and a stream of the vaccine in liquid form bursts forth, striking the mother plant. the plant recoils, its tendrils flailing as the vaccine begins to take effect. aether’s companions move in, distracting the plant and shielding aether from its desperate counterattacks.
the lab fills with the sounds of battle as the mother plant struggles, its strength waning with each passing second. aether fires again, each shot weakening the creature further. finally, with one last, powerful burst of vaccine, the Mother Plant collapses, its body convulsing before falling still.
aether viatrix (breathing heavily, lowering the gun, voice filled with relief): "it’s… over."
his companions exchange weary but triumphant looks. the battle was brutal, but they succeeded. aether surveys the now-silent lab, his body aching with exhaustion, but his mind already processing the knowledge he’s gained. the world outside will never know what happened here, and aether, ever the introverted genius, is content with that.
aether's home – morning
as the sun begins to rise, aether stumbles into his small, cluttered home, still clad in his hazmat suit. he glances at the clock—7:00 AM. the weight of exhaustion presses down on him, but he knows he needs to rest, if only for a moment.
aether viatrix (sighing, to himself): "just a quick nap…"
he collapses onto his couch, too tired to even make it to his bed. the hazmat suit is discarded on the floor as he closes his eyes, sinking into the worn cushions. within moments, he’s fast asleep, finally giving his body and mind a chance to recover.