Armen's point of view-

My eyes fluttered open, myself immediately met with an aching pain gnawing at my skull. I groaned as I turned my head, my brain slowly becoming used to consciousness.
My hands clawed at the mattress underneath myself as I looked around the room. It was definitely my own bedroom, with the same old confined space, same old bookcase, same old chest, same old single paned window. My closet was small with little clothing inside. It was a bit stuffy but bearable to breath in.
My head turned to look out of the window. It was still dark outside, with the forest trees just outside my bedroom. It was ominous and sometimes quite unsettling. The leaves swayed back and forth in the early morning breeze. I took in one last deep breath and let it out as I laid back down on my mattress that hugged my body.
I looked down at the small dresser by my bed, looking at the hands on the old red clock that was on top of it. The ticking sound it made was the only sound I could hear other than my own thoughts. It was about a half hour to six-o'clock, the usual time that I have to get up to get ready for school.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

The sound was getting to my head, irritating and making the pounding in my head slightly worse.
My head shook before I closed my eyes, trying to sleep for the half hour I could before I had to get to get ready for school. I don't even remember what day it is, but I'm pretty sure that it's Monday. I growled with my fingers twitching at the fact. I don't want to go back to that place. I don't want to go face to face with the bullies and pain all over again. I should be used to it by now but that does not diminish the fear and dread.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Finally I decided to sit back up, growling with the knowledge that I wouldn't be getting anymore sleep for awhile now. I rubbed my tired eyes, yawning as I stood up on my feet. I stood for a moment until my head stopped pounding and I stopped swaying on my feet. I blinked a few times until my eyes once again had to adjust to the setting of darkness.
I began to sluggishly walk to the wooden door of my bedroom. I opened it slowly, my heart pumping as it let out a loud squeaking sound that made my blood run cold. Hopefully it didn't wake dad up.
The door opened into another small room similar to my own. No one slept in it, as my dad preferred to sleep upstairs, but the room never seemed to get filled with dust. I walked over to the other door and opened it, stepping into where the living room and kitchen turned into one within the massive, old room.
The place was a bit stuffy, and the roof had some spots that my father had repaired a while after we had moved in. We had moved in about three months ago and throughout our whole time here, we were not exactly welcomed. Not with my father's bizarre occupation.
I stumbled over to the refrigerator, grabbing the handle of the door and swung it open. There wasn't a light inside and it was a bit dark in the room, so without seeing much I reached in and grabbed whatever my fingers wrapped around. I retracted my arm, my vision adjusting and looking down at the bright red apple in my palm. It's alright for breakfast, I suppose.
I took a bite, chewing it as I sat down at the counter between the kitchen and empty living room. I didn't have a mother that would clean the house or worry about how the house looked. We had no couches, no pictures on the walls, not even a rug on the floorboards. My dad was always so focused on his job that he never cared what the house looked like as long as everything was sturdy and it was able to keep us warm in the winter. All of our money went into funding his work.
My mother, I never knew. My dad hates talking about, and in fact I'm not even sure if he's ever told me about why she's not around. I think she died after giving birth to me... I tried not to dwell on thoughts about my mother. I didn't want to drag myself into some mental crisis.
My ears perked up and back straightened as I heard the sound of an opening door. My eyes widened as the door to our basement opened, it's location being just underneath the staircase. A figure familiar to me stepped out slowly, not noticing me as he closed the door slowly.
His clothing consisted simply of blue jeans, grey shoes, and a light blue tank top. His brunette hair was longer in the back, reaching to the end of his neck while in the front it reached below his ears. There was stubble on his chin, and his body build was not particularly muscular, but was not that scrawny either. His skin was more pale than I had seen on any human being, even more so than my own skin. His eyes were abnormally different in their hue. They were silver, almost giving the impression that he was blind but after looking at them for a few seconds, that impression became obvious that it was faulty.

  "'Morning dad." I greeted, smiling despite the pain spiking in my head.

He turned his head, his silver eyes gazing down at me. He didn't really smile, it was somewhat rare that he ever did. He wasn't the most loving father, but at least he kept a roof over my head and was there when I needed him, such as when I was sick. He just wasn't there when I felt like I needed someone to be with. He turned the rest of his body, the old floorboards creaking underneath his weight.

  "Good morning Armen. You're up a bit early, don't you think?" He said, his voice deep and stern.

I looked down at the crimson apple in my palm, taking another bite of it. After I swallowed the piece, my migraine began to worsen. I hissed as my eyes teared up, grabbing my head with my free hand and hissed. Starting the morning with a headache was not pleasant, to say the least.

  "Something wrong?" He asked, walking around me and going to the refrigerator. He opened the door and looked through it.

I set aside my breakfast for the time being, setting my head down because of the pounding in my skull. "I have a headache."

He tilted his head and lowered a brow, as if thinking of a solution. Sure, we could have just given me some medicine and have it be fixed, but my dad was more...complicated than that. Everything he did had to involve science and his little experiments. I just wish that he would get his mind out of his job for at least a day or so and actually spend time with me. Has he even noticed that I've lately been growing lonely?
Honestly I don't particularly have friends at school. I'm weak in everyone's eyes, and a brainiac. The problems are not only those, but being the son of a feared scientist that everyone thinks is crazy doesn't exactly give you a good reputation to begin with.

He smile, showing his bright white teeth. "I may have something to help with that. Stay up here."

With that, he turned around and went to the basement. I tilted my head and saw a bright green light shining from the bottom of the stairs. The luminous lights stood out in the darkness, a faint beeping sound echoing from below. Slowly my feet moved across the floor, the wood creaking as I got closer to the door. Curiosity was beginning to get the better of me, tempting me to take a peak on what could possibly lay beyond those rickety stairs. What is down there? What has my father been doing all of this time?
I jumped back and gasped when my dad turned the corner and stood in front of me. He scowled upon seeing that I was trying to enter the lab. The place was forbidden for me to enter. "It's too dangerous" he always says. I think otherwise. I think that he's just trying to hide something from me, but I don't dare disobey his rules.

  "Armen, what were you doing?"

I looked down at the floor, now sweating and my throat feeling like it was closing up. "I-I..."

My father cut off my stuttering. "Don't go down there! How many times must I explain this to you?!"

My feet moved back, my body quivering in fear. He never physically hurt me, but when he was mad, boy was he intimidating. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, relaxing himself. Once his eyes opened, the anger was gone. He released his breath that he held in, sharply moving his head slightly to get his brunette hair away from his bright, abnormal colored eyes.

  "Here." He held out his hand. I reached out, letting him place a small object onto my palm. "This should help with the headaches."

I looked down at my palm, looking down at a small blue pill he had given me. I was hesitant to swallow it down considering that it came from my father's laboratory.

"This doesn't have any side affects or anything, right?"

He rolled his silver eyes. "I've tested it before. Just take it. There's nothing wrong with it."

I took in a deep breath before putting it in my mouth, then going to get a glass of water. My mouth was incredibly dry anyway. I tried not to gag before the stupid pill finally went down my throat.
The migraine remained, but I knew that it would take awhile for the pill to start working. I turned around and looked back at my dad, watching as he was about to go back down into his lab and disregard me yet again. I hardly noticed the growl that rose in my throat. A sudden anger or irritation rattled within my mind.

  "Dad, why are you always down there? What's more important than looking after me?! Could you at least spend time with me before going back to work? Can I at least know what you're doing so I can understand?!"

His bright yet anger filled eyes moved to look at me but his head did not shift. He glared daggers at me from the corners of his eyes, his chest rising up and down heavily as if trying to control his breathing and hold himself back from snapping at me. I took a step back, my body beginning to quiver in fear once more. A dreadful silence filled the house for what felt like lasted for hours. I shouldn't have said anything...

He spoke softly, but anger was hidden behind his low, deep voice. "Get ready for school."

I looked down at the ground and complied, slowly walking back to my room without looking up at him. I stopped halfway to my room, coming to a halt in my doorway, listening as my dad let out a sigh, then I could hear the basement door close.
...

Third person point of view-

The silver eyed father walked down the dark steps, the green light illuminating his way down. The wood creaked beneath his feet, echoing on the metal wall until he stepped foot onto the metal floor. He ran his fingers through his brunette locks, looking up at the closed door at the top of the stairwell. The boy was not ready... Was he?
He took a coat from a hanger resting in the corner, swinging it behind himself before he slipped his arms one by one into the sleeves. His hands slipped into the pockets of his pure white coat as he walked to his desk. He pulled out the chair and sat down, resting an elbow on the table as he placed his forehead against his palm. His other hand took hold of a pen, then lifted it above an open book.
The pen tip touched the paper, leaving a spot of black ink. Herobrine wanted to write down the date for his new log for the day, but his thoughts were wandering away from his research. That boy... He did not know why he felt so bothered about the subject. He was right. He did not spend enough time with him, but he had to finish this project. Armen was a good kid, so even he himself did not know why he was insistent on hiding his new project from him. Perhaps it was because...
He let out a sigh, closing his eyes as he leaned back on the chair. He let his head fall back, trying to clear his mind. This whole project was making him paranoid and stressed but he had to finish it. It was time for this to be over with.
He set the pen down onto the book, sitting up straight. His head turned to look over his shoulder, gazing at the numbers ticking down at the top of the large glass tank.

0 days, 8 hours, 45 minutes, 57 seconds.

Armen was going to find out soon. He needed to know eventually. After all, this project was for his sake in the first place. Not just for him, but for the family.
As he looked at his project contained within the glass cylinder, a crooked smile spread on his face. Years of research and backbreaking work would finally pay off. That is, if this worked out like he had been planning for so long now. Casualty after casualty...this would make all the pain and loss worth it.
Perhaps if Armen had another rough day at school, then he would finally let him know what he had been doing all of this time. It was only right that he knew sooner than later. He sighed as he stood up and approached the vat. He placed his arms behind his back, his back straightening as he stared at the being contained inside the tube.

"Almost finished..."