Blow a Gasket {N Gin FtM TFTG PMC}

This project should never have even been started. Within the span of a single year, Nayness had lost her two of her co-workers in the crystal and gem studies; first it was Nancy, then it was Natascha, and now all who’s left on her team was Natalie, Naomi, Ulysses, and herself. She hadn’t even heard from either of those two, no matter how much she had called them, and she was absolutely done with them; this project, going to waste for the scientists… dying off. At this point, she wasn’t even sure if they were alive or dead, and there was only one way to find out. She brushed her short, black hair out of her face, before jumping into her truck and driving to the old lab.

Ashe drove quickly along the dirt-padded road, trying to get close to see the lab, at least slightly. In the distance, she saw a strange sight; almost like a beacon, something was glowing an array of bright colors, and it seemed to be coming from the direction of the lab. As she got closer, she saw the tower of the lab piercing the sky much more clearly, and it was indeed the lab glowing; so the lab wasn’t abandoned? The idea of those two doing research without them made her scowl; so they were making progress and keeping it all to themselves? She pushed on the peddle even harder; when she gets to the lab, she’s going to fire those two violently!

As she stared the lab down, she saw a strange sight at the top of the tower; an orange light flickered at the very top of the tower. The orange light soon split into two different dots of lights in the sky; a red light, and a yellow light. The two colors danced as streaks in the air, swirling and crossing their paths multiple times; now she was just confused. As she was trying to figure out what was going on, she failed to notice that the two lights were coming straight towards her, before…

The red light, which turned out to be a rocket, collided head-on with her truck, exploding, smashing the hardy truck to smithereens, and launching her backwards from the car. She skid and rolled on the ground, before crashing into a tree. She was paralyzed with shock, her eyes wide, her body shaking, and her heart pounding in her head. She soon was able to stand back up, adjusting her suit before limping over to the road and slumping forward, still shaking violently; was somebody trying to kill her? She had forgotten about the yellow light entirely from almost dying to the red rocket, before she heard a whistling from an unknown location. She turned around as quickly as she could, before-

Everything smashed to black, before she began to hear a rhythmic beeping, her ears ringing. Her vison started fuzzy as she opened her eyes, before starting to clear up; she was… in the lab? The equipment looked the same, but the lights made everything look so foreign, draping everything in various shades of bright red, purple, and green, the metal bits shining and irritating her eyes. She rubbed the right side of her head, before she felt something… cold. She felt around more, before she began rubbing on a distinct shape; it seemed to be oval-shaped, and had sharp, flat bits near the top. She looked to her side to see that she was hooked up to what seemed to be a life-support system; that explains the beeping. Startling her was a completely unknown male voice chuffing, before she turned around to the two alien silhouettes; a blue-skinned, clock-armored man, and a shorter, green-clothed man with two iron bolts in the sides of his head. The armored man spoke first, sounding very dignified and sarcastic:

“Hello, Nayness; I quite hope that you feel… welcome.”

Oh, shut it, you cheeky brit. She growled in agitation:

“Shut your sarcasm, you overgrown smurf. Who are you, and what are you doing with my lab?!”

The man paused, before furrowing his brow.

“…It seems like I forgot to introduce my accomplice and I. I am doctor Nefarious Tropy, and my accomplice here is doctor Nitrus Brio.”

She gave the tall man a funny look; those names sounded so ridiculous and had to be fake, and by the way he said those names, they most likely were.

“Ah, yes… we’ve brought you here to give you a wonderful offer.”

“…Offer?”

“Yes, an offer. We didn’t mean to blast you with rockets, I’m truly being honest. We managed to find you still alive, and I, with the help of Brio’s biological research, turned that rocket lodged in your head into a life-support system as to not kill you. We haven’t activated that system yet, and you’re still connected to a standard life support system.”

The smaller man piped up, stuttering nervously all along his speech.

“…We-we want to tur-turn the one in your head on-on and disconn-connect you from the standard one to see if it works; if it does… it’ll be revo-revolutionary!”

…Life support rocket?! She refused to believe any of it.

“And risk letting me die?! Don’t lie to me, you crazy freaks! What do you two want from me?!”

As she shouted at the two men, the rocket went off slightly, drilling into her head slightly and giving her an enormous headache. She winced in pain, holding her head and gritting her teeth; the roots of her black hair started to lighten into a bright ginger. The taller man’s voice faltered.

“…Please, Ness, we just want to help you…”

Ness? How did they know her nickname? The only ones who used that nickname were her co-workers, why would they use it? She clenched her fists and glared at the two men, her right eye shut tightly in pain. The man looked at her with remorse, before going over to the life support and flipping over a small cover, revealing a red button.

“…This is for your sake.”

The man pressed the button, as the life support warped with bright green electricity that both strange men reeled back from, before channeling itself into the rocket lodged into her skull. She shrieked in pain as the unnatural electricity coursed through her body, before she felt something click within her head. She tumbled out of the bed she was in, jerkily standing up and twitching.

She felt her bones twinge as she shrank in height, her weight pocketing within her torso and belly, and her breasts vanishing into the rest. The bright ginger that had formed in her roots from the rocket setting off quickly spread again, dyeing her black hair completely. Her pale skin was flushed a peachy pink color, and the irises of her eyes became bright oranges and reds. As the rocket flared with intense, unnatural flames, her face became incredibly bony, with tint, protruding ears, her lower jaw becoming extremely thin compared to the top half of her head and three bottom teeth starting to protrude. Her limbs were disproportionate, with her arms almost reaching to the floor while the legs were about as long as her short torso. She snarled in pain and crouched over as her- his sex and organs changed, starting to become dizzy from pain.

The iron metal from the rocket began to spread across his face, spreading into a mostly clean “half” with bolts, before sectioning closer to the right after covering his nose. The metal covered most of the right side of his face, aside from the jaw and his right ear; his right eye becomes wide, seemingly forcibly opened to its widest, with an opening of metal around it. The metal went through the skull, converting part of the bone, and he gagged as his vocal cords became partially mechanized. Her now-oversized suit singed with electricity, before starting to convert into white cloth, with a large, triangular collar, with a stitched, left-over-right split; a lab coat. All across his coat, iron bolts punched their way into the fabric unevenly. On his hands formed two long, black rubber gloves, with yellow rims at the elbows, and his pants became a dark brown, with long, dark-brown rubber boots.

Soon, the unnatural electricity ceased, leaving him kneeled over in intense pain. His eyes were shut, and he was whimpering, his body still twitching. He jumped as he felt something touch his back, then growling as he saw that it was “Nitrus Brio.”

“Back off! Don’t you dare co-“

He roared and hissed as the rocket went off again, giving him an even worse headache than before. He noticed the mechanical reverb and odd accent in his now-male voice and his breath jumped in surprise, before going back to anger.

“What did you freaks do to me?! What do you want from me now?! What did you do?! What did you do?!”

He repeated the question continuously, the rocket going even crazier, flaring up intensely, almost burning the red paint of the rocket off. Tropy recomposed himself, before pulling Brio back and standing in front of him.

“Please, calm down Ness, calm down! It worked, we don’t need anything from you! We just wanted to help you, and it worked! Ness, please…”

“Who are you, really, and how do you know my nickname?!”

Tropy kneeled down to try and get eye-level with Ness, before leaning in to whisper in his ear; Ness’s normal eye widened.

“…How…why?”

Tropy shrugged, and Brio did the same.

“If we tried to tell you… frankly, would you ever believe us?”

Ness looked at Brio and Tropy and shook his head honestly; he had calmed down now.

“Exactly… now, because of this entire… “situation,” you need a new name.”

Ness looked down, pondering on some idea… before something clicked in his head, again; it was probably the rocket again, but it felt… normal.

“…Gin?”

“Last name?”

“Yes.”

“…First name?”

Ness couldn’t answer; nothing sounded right, nothing… felt right.

“…Maybe just “N?”

“…Just ”N,” of all things?”

“…Yes.”

Tropy was silent for a moment, before chuckling. Brio gave a confused head-tilt, and Gin gave a similar confused look.

“What’s so funny?”

“…I just noticed something about all of our names.”

“And what is that?”

“…”N. Gin,” “N. Brio,” “N. Tropy”…”

…Great, all of their names were puns.

“I thought that you were above that sort of humor.”

“Ever since what happened to me, I’ve been making absolutely timeless time puns!”

Judging by their appearance, it made more than enough sense, and he just did another pun.

“…So, what should we do?”

Tropy rubbed the top of Gin’s head harshly and condescendingly, like a big brother to their younger sibling, before speaking oddly exuberantly:

“Science, research! We can do whatever we want here! No restrictions!”

Gin shoved Tropy’s hand away, before Tropy runs off.

“Come on!”

“Bite me, old man!”

Brio face-palmed, before going over to his potions station, and Gin waddled behind Tropy, the weight of the rocket making his movements awkward and sloppy.