WAKING UP TO THE FEELING OF, well, nothing was an alarming sense of concern for a medical doctor. and, further still, when the cause has been discovered: that of limbs and body rend of skin and, most noticeably, metal and hard. strange, the thoughts swirl in his head, that of all people this may have happened with, it was no stranger but rather a colleague in some ways. was it on purpose that it was designed this way?
ah, there were too many variables to deduce that just yet一
which is why he had shown up to his own place of residence without much delay. ❝ I know you're in there, Screwllum. If you would please open the door to let me into my living quarters, ❞ he calls out, the voice, though familiar, foreign to his ears when enveloped in the words that fall from nonexistent lips.
❝ As I also hope you aren't conducting any experiments while occupying my body. I understand this is a new phenomenon for us both, but please do have some tact. ❞