"The worst that could happen, well..."
Tecka repeated, trying his best to not think about those things. His guildmate, readily taking a seat in one of the chairs- a loud metallic bend sounding from the bottom as he'd sit onto the chair's wide metal frame. All that was left was for Tecka to follow suit. He'd seat himself next to his guildmate, the thought of dying together sounding slightly more comfortable than dying alone, and the thought of not dying at all, he'd secretly say prayers in his mind and hope his luck would be so fortunate. As he placed himself upon the chair a loud metallic bend follow suit from under the chair's bottom as his weight instantly pressed against the chair.
The doctor, as devious as he was, came closer strapping the pair into both of their chairs respectively. Heavy thick leather bands bent in slow motion to form the cuff surrounding the length of Tecka's wrists and assumably the same for his guildmate. After those were tightened with loud flicks of the metal pins against the leather of the straps. Following the same motion but in opposite effect for both of the men's legs-the bands had been even thicker and heavier so, the metal pins making a more dulled down noise as they flicked against the more stern and less malleable leather. Tecka had been sort of excited and sort of nervous. He was more Terrified, and Horrified and somehwere in the uncertainty and ambiguity of the doctor he felt terriffic and struck with horror. The man in the white suit and thick glasses, reaching around to his medical cabinet on standby, a large rectangular metal made container on wheels as well, that opened with both of its front doors to reveal traya upon trays of medical supplies, and a row of cabineats beneath it. He'd withdraw from the clutter two small syringes, still covered in the plastic to ensure it was not yet used and made obvious to the customer. Popping the air from within the syringe packages, the doctor proceeded to insert the needles into the vial, pulling the plunger back halway, and injected the fluid into the arm's of both the men strapped to the table.
At first everything had been peaches and cream, a small pinch before smooth sailing ahead to newfound strength. Unfortunately, sailing was more akin to sinking as the transition was anything but smooth. He wasn't sure if it was in his mind or if the white liquid had some sort of crazy side effects but, he could account for the room around him beginning to spin-he wasnt even drunk. What was beginning to seem more apparent, the lamenated flooring previously in small brown tiles now turning to metal plated flooring in the shape of red tiles.
The red on the tiles flowing an slowly moving to a drainage point which had appeared on the floor. It seemed as if enough of the liquid had been draining beneath them but it would never stop. It wasn't enough. As the spinning of the room became consecutive more and mode of what he would see would be distorted, and slight change to what was really there but presumably just an hallucination. Suddenly, the doctor entered the room-a sense of security had begun to fall over the young man. He was sure that nothing would go wrong now that the doctor was here to monitor the exoeriment closely.
Its even possible to say he was a little too close, as he slowly shifted back and forth in an spatially unaware stumble towards both of the young men strapped to the chairs. His older man form, human cloaked in all white began to change, the top of his head slowly splitting in a crack down the center of his face. Still wearing the same smile he'd been carrying since the experiment had started but long before the duo had sat down, even as his face was being unevenly shifted during its split into two sperate beings? It was hard to be sure. The split of the doctors head revealing actual teeth all canines. The grey and pink matter of his brain formerly revealed began to morph into a horrific frame of claws and tentacles flapping about rapidly. The crack would then continue down the rest of the mans body stopping at his waist. The torso unvealing even larger set of the afforementioned canine teeth, the tentacles errupting from his chest akin to a touch, each with its own mind and length to reach and touch for presumably parasitic assimilation as his other half left un-attended dragging on the floor by its arm, now disfigured and covered in anomolies of the flesh, but still moving as if his body trying to partition out and each segment live a life of its own yet attached through one host.
He'd slowly drag his visarel form along the ground, approaching the young men slowly, his half faces smiling and even trying to mimic some sort of speech in a disfigured tone, like two voices trying to speak as one but neither with the same voice as tbe doctor. Whatever the man now was, if it was still man made its way closer and closer to the young man. He'd scream, struggle, panic, yell, and even at one point faint from the pure shock of it all as the monster formerly known as the doctor came face to face with the young man.
Almost like an instant had passed, the duo found themselves sluggish, and passed out along the floor of the doctor's shop. The doctor rudely awakening the pair with a brush of his shoes upon the legs and upper body of the young man and his guildmates, puddles of drool had formed underneath the two, ths outer edges of which had begun to dry. "Here is both of your payment." The doctor said handing them both bags of jewels. Tecka had so many questions but decided it was best to just not ask and accept the gratious token of payment. Grabbing the bag of jewels he would near the exit of the door, before asking what his guildmates name was. He'd forgotten to do even the simplest of things, asking his newfound friend what the man's name was. He would tell tecka his name is Farren, tecka would then proceed to exit the shop with a slight smile, Farren following as well, then going his own way.
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