Alright, sorry for the long wait! And super sorry it's kinda short, having had writer's block and couldn't write the next scene, so I just decided to post this as it is and try to get the next bit done soon.
Laurence struggled to his feet a few minutes after he was locked in, walking through the enclosure and looking for something to sleep in. Now, hours later, it was turning night, and he still hadn't found somewhere to sleep. His only light was the glass roof, and even that wasn't much, as the sky grew ever darker.
He couldn't very well climb a tree and hope nothing killed him in the night with his handcuffs.
He couldn't find any replicas of caves to hide in.
Everywhere was cold.
So that left.. The incubator. Mere minutes of walking had him stumbling across a giant, makeshift incubator that looked similar to a nest. It was very warm, and looked kinda comfortable.
Only problem: Nine ostrich eggs were nestled inside it. He had a strange feeling they'd hatch during the night, attract the attention of the parents (Did they have parents? Or were they some sort of experiment? Clones?), and get him brutally murdered.
But it was quite cold..
He pushed aside his unease and moved the eggs aside as best he could with his hands tied, just enough for him to comfortably lay down, but let the eggs stay in the warmth. Laurence shivered slightly, curling around the warm eggs and closing his eyes.
He sincerely hoped he wasn't going to be killed in his sleep.
Laurence had an odd dream that night. It started with him losing repeatedly to Tara in a game of Uno, before making her cookies as a reward for her success in defeating him. She selfishly tried to avoid sharing with Richard and Theodore, but she gave in when Theo started crying. Laurence almost believed it was really happening, he was really home with his kids.
Then, his dream changed to a blank, black space, and an odd cracking sound, followed by the sound of echoing baby babbling, and a relatively cute crooning and warbling sound that didn't echo like the babbling came soon after.
It took a few seconds for him to realise he wasn't dreaming.
It took a good minute for him to work up the courage to see what had made the noise. Lifting his head and sitting up, crouched, he stared at the creature.
It.. Wasn't what he expected. It looked like a baby Indoraptor from the Jurassic World film he never bothered to learn the name of, with dark green-gray scales tinted black, and a striking band of white on it's throat, loose skin hanging from the sides of it's neck, and gleaming neon yellow eyes peering at him curiously. It's face looked rather similar to a cobra, he saw a small egg tooth at the end of it's snout, and there was something overall serpentine about the creature's body. It stood, unsteady, within arms reach.
It tilted it's head, tongue flicking out and tasting the air, holding his gaze. He watched, paralysed, as it took an unsteady step towards him.
And promptly fell over. Laurence couldn't help but snort, the sound muffled by his gag, before freezing as the creature gave an unhappy warble, using it's snout to help push itself to it's feet, before trying again, successfully stumbling towards him. His eyes followed it's every move as it fell right in front of him, it's chin just barely touching his knee, and it let out a contented sound, crawling closer before laying still.