"How are you feeling?"
Shifting around for a moment or two, Lukas managed to get out of the unexpected sleep right when a voice emerged from his unknown surroundings. “I could be better…” He muttered, moving his hand over to rub his face only to have it restrained. From then on a wave of slight fear beginning swarming over as his mind began clearing up. Someone had drugged him and now he was somewhere, but…where?
“Would you be a dear, and tell me where I am and why?” he asked in a dead tone of voice, dark eyes moving around the room, examining whatever there was to see.
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“Well, that’s true. I wouldn’t expect it of someone to poison my cake or something.” they said, watching as the other tapped his fingers on the chair. “I would like to give you a few improvements.”
“What do you mean by ‘improvements’ because I’m pretty sure I don’t need them what so ever.” So that answered one question, but the word improvements only made him go straight to one answer. He was basically someone’s guinea pig or play toy, and hell he did not like it one little bit.
“What do you want to do? I’m not agreeing to anything unless I’m told what’s going to happen. “
"We're helping you with aspects of life by modifying you a bit. It's not that much really." they said, shrugging as if they were disinterested. "By agreeing you'll be helping to forward some of our research.."
