WIP story concept - Escape velociraptor

Synopsis (WIP):

The experiment failed. The intelligent raptor clone escaped. She broke out of the facility and stole a spaceship.

What does this mean for us? What is she planning? To eat all humans? To take over the galaxy? To seek revenge on her creators…?

“Nah! All I want right now is to hit on girls, explore the galaxy, and profusely apologize to the girl who insists on being a boy for stealing her spaceship.”

Chapter 0 - ???:

Sometimes, Joey wondered how his life had led to where he was.

Maybe if he didn’t get drunk on his sister’s wedding day, then he wouldn’t meet Garry on the streets after being kicked out.

Maybe if he backed out of their relationship like a rational human being after finding out what Garry did for a living, he wouldn’t get offered a job at his company.

And maybe, just maybe, if he had stopped Garry and his other colleagues from going in too deep, he wouldn’t be cowering under a table, desperately trying not to get noticed by their own creation.

The alarms had long stopped blaring, both the main and the backup generator out of commission. Now, only darkness and eerie silence permeated the building.

Joey carefully breathed out, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. What the hell were they thinking? Whose bright idea was it to ignore safety protocols when creating an intelligent raptor clone?

Not his. Definitely not. Sure, he didn’t advocate for them too much, but he wasn’t responsible for it. He simply followed the crowd. And after all of this, he would never ignore safety precautions ever again.

A crash and a scream in an adjacent room made Joey flinch. The grip on his knees tightened and he did his best not to cry.

Stupid. All of them. Why had they tried to make an intelligent raptor clone anyway? Because it was cool? Because then they could make an army of them and then wage war? Why the hell had Joey even gone with this project? Why couldn’t they clone fluffy harmless bunnies instead? Those would be nice. His niece would definitely appreciate fluffy bunnies more.

Another crash, this time in the room opposite of the one Joey had holed himself in.

His entire body tensed. His instincts told him that he would be next.

Joey was never religious. But at that moment, he became a member of every religion to ever exist, begging anything and anyone to save him from the monster he had helped to create.

Footsteps.

Not human.

Ms. Karma had finally arrived to pay him back for a lifetime of being a selfish scumbag.

Maybe she still won’t notice him? Maybe she had already had her fill with his co-workers and won’t eat him? Maybe she’d somehow transformed into a fluffy bunny without sharp raptor teeth while Joey had been sitting in this spot like a baby?

The table suddenly moved. Slowly at first, but then it was ripped out and thrown across the room.

Joey definitely didn’t scream like a girl or pee his pants at the sight of a humanoid velociraptor’s orange eyes homing onto his curled up body.

This was it. The end of the road. Would Joey at least get a Darwin award? Surely getting eaten by a raptor clone he’d created would count, right?

The creature stalked forward on her hind legs, her claws rising to presumably rip him into pieces to make digestion smoother.

Joey wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn’t. He was frozen on the spot. He simply waited for the inevitable.

The raptor stopped within clawing distance, curled up her hands, and then shot one of her hands into his face.

…

The hand stopped before tearing his face off. She was giving him the middle finger.

“Fuuuck you all! You dumb pervs! At least give me some clothes next time! Is this how you treat women? No wonder you are all bunched up in your little lab! I bet you are all single! And you will stay single with that attitude!”

Then, her hand lifted up and she slapped him.

“I’m outta here! This place is a dump!”

She turned around and stalked toward the doorway. Before leaving, she turned and yelled “Oh and, the synthesized muck was gross! Couldn’t you give me something better like a pizza instead?!”

Then she left, slamming the door behind her.

…

Joey sat there, frozen for a good few minutes. After finally regaining some basic motor functions, his hand went up to his cheek where she slapped him.

“What.”