Entry #1
We let Test Subject #123, or Garry for short, move out into a neighborhood. We wonder if he'll act normally and not return in doing his "stages". I can't believe the others let him keep his caterpillar tank but they say it'll make him feel better. I hope they're right.
Entry #2
I've been asked to stay as a neighbor of his and things seem to be normal. I'm watching Garry right now as I write these words down. He's standing by his tree we planted for him and it's seems pretty normal. Wait! What's he doing? Garry is now climbing that tree and eating the leaves! Oh, no. I knew this would happen. I should call the group.
*phone is dialing*
Entry #3
We secretly disguised Garry's new house as a lab and Garry seems fine with it. We've contained him in his room with his caterpillars. He is now letting his pets go free as the others try to neutralize him. We just hope he won't go violent like last time.
*glass shatters* *machines exploding* *coughing*
Entry #4
Oh, dear. I need to get out.
*cough*
Smoke is filling up the labarotary. I hope we don't catch any attention. We don't want the FBI to be involved. Darn! I knew this was a bad idea. Garry's gone but we find him by that tree. His caterpillars are turning into coccoons as Garry tries to do it himself. We got our security guards to pin him down and put him in a straightjacket to maintain him. Gross. I got drool on my hand.
Entry #5
This test subject is going wrong like the rest. I don't know why I even got into this mess. At least we have him in his padded room sleepy, hopefully. I just served his last meal for the day. Time to close up the lab for the day.
*door slowly pulls closed* *caterpillars wriggle in* *lights turn off*
Entry #6
My hand's not feeling well. Everything's going wrong. My colleagues are disappearing and I think Garry escaped. My hand's starting to swell. Ugh. I think I'm going to be sick.
*vomits*
Entry #7
The lab is infested with coccoons and butterflies. I think Garry might not have escaped. But I'll have to check on him. For the safety of mankind. Ugh, this hand's swelling up. And I seem to have the urge to eat some leaves. Darn! I think he infected me. Well, I don't really have much to live for if I even survive. Garry's in the corner in his room. I enter and something knocks me out.
Entry #8
I can't recognize where I am. But I'm stuck in a web-like trap. I need to eat leaves. I will starve. Oh, there's Garry. My hand's infection went all over my body. I feel sick. Garry then inches his body closer to me and whispers to me before I pass out. "I'll be a butterfly soon. Soon. You'll be. With meeee."
Entry #9
*illegible handwriting* *screams*
It's Garry. And I'm a butterfly. All those fools should've listened.
*drools drips onto screen*
They fed me well and it makes me laugh. I was meant to die but instead they tested on me. And that all went wrong.
*scientist pleads for help*
Don't worry. You'll be gone soon. As all butterflies do eat nectar. And I'm getting hungry.
*screams* *bones cracking and flesh ripping*
And you better hope that there would be enough scientists in this place. Or you're next.