#[ HEISENBERG. ] » 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑

[terrorgone]

“ i cared for eight seconds, then i got distracted. ”

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

That garners another roll of the eyes. He’s going to be the death of them both; possibly permanently, if their jury-rigged containment procedures fail. Mia zips the second-hand hazmat curtains up---all of the way up, thank you very much---before tearing off the hand-me-down gas mask.  ❝  Yeah, I noticed.  ❞  Sweat plasters her short hair flat against her head, stray beads lining an upper lip twisted into a near-snarl.  ❝  Hard to miss when the group project is ‘make mustard gas’.  ❞ Operation ‘Alkylate A Bitch’s Nucleotides’ has slowed to a crawl in spite of the red hot deadline hurtling towards them. Heis has had decades to prep with his army, but that shambling mass of war crimes can’t take on Miranda alone. They need a linchpin, something to inhibit her freakish command over the mold.  Enter their little science fair project. If Heisenberg’s Cronenbergian nightmare form didn’t do her in, then oxidative stress and programmed cell death would. Rubber squeaks break the silence, Mia ripping her hazmat gloves off and tossing it onto the dank floor. ❝  Listen,  ❞  she waves a hand, wildly gesturing to the Containment Cube of Death,  ❝  I need you to help me help you. Do what I say, follow the boring safety protocol, and our chances of winning against cult mommy skyrocket. Just fucking pay attention!  ❞