Franken Stein faced himself in a white endless wonder.
Him. He had green eyes, gray messy hair and a small stature. He was dressed in a white flannel shirt stitched together and a pair of shorts, also white. He had one hand on his head.
The other him looked the same but had a crooked grin and was dressed in black. One hand I his pocket.
"Are you feeling better" The one with the crooked grin asked.
"No."
"Then do you feel worse?"
"Yes."
"Did you do as I suggested?" He said cocking his head, his grin only growing.
"No."
"How long since you last relieved the pain?"
"I'll wait as long as I want to." He said looking away from his dark counterpart.
He giggled a little. "Then I'll come out soon. And I have been oh so bored." He said reaching into his pocket.
"Please don't kill my friends at least. I've managed to make some." He said gaining a slight smile.
"Fine. I'll start with you." He said. "Also, do you feel better?" He asked again and grinned even wider.
Franken didn't reply. He was bleeding.
"I'm starting with you." He said walking away into red.
Franken Stein looked to his hands. There was a scalpel in one and blood on the other. He smiled.