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The first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is water, or something like it. It's not hurting his eyes though, which is odd, because water generally hurts your eyes, especially salt water from the ocean. He can breath as well, that's not quite right either. Then he realises he's got a mask over his mouth and nose, pumping fresh oxygen into his lungs with every breath he takes.
He blinked and lifts a hand, touching the glass in front of him. A quick glance showed him he was in a round glass tube, and there several…things sticking out of him, wires and tubes. This isn't a good thing.
Another blink and his eyes adjust into a sharp focus, showing him beyond the glass tube. A ginger haired boy is staring at him, mouth open, eyes wide.
He suddenly realises that although he's stuck in a glass tube with various wires and such stuck in him and some teenager staring at his naked body, he's not in any way scared, embarrassed or shocked. He feels a strong companionship with the boy for some reason, something between them, connecting them closely. He doesn't know what it is, but he wonders if Ginger can feel it too.
He opens his mouth to speak behind the mask, and the boy opened his and yells, mild panic evident in his voice.
"WEZZY!!"
As the youth flees still shouting on this 'Wezzy' he's able to see the room he is currently in. Most visible thing being the flashing red letters saying PURGING on a computer monitor just behind where the red-head had been moments before.
Suddenly there's a gurgle and a sound best described as fwoosh. He's aware of the level of liquid rapidly going down and small whirlpools forming as the stuff gets sucked down several drains in the bottom of the tube.
A layer of the gunk remains on his skin, lovely. He swiftly pulls off the air mask and takes a deep breath, the quality of air is definitely not the best but it's manageable. It's now that he notices all the tubes. Attached in all sorts of places. He yanks one off of his arm, causing a sharp pain to shoot through him and leaving behind a nasty looking wound. How many more does he have to remove? Twisting himself round he gets a clue. Lots. Wonderful, great, just peachy. He flinches suddenly as he realises theres a tube attached to two places he really didn't want to know about. One there and another up…well, it'll feel uncomfortable coming out, he thinks to himself.
He's got no idea where he is or why he's there… in fact he's currently having difficulty remembering his name and by the look of it there's nobody around to ask and find out since the kid ran off. Panic is beginning to set in and he frantically pulls off a few more of the unwanted attachments before deciding it's a bit too painful to continue doing. Some frog shaped thing with bright yellow and black stripes walks past the glass quite calmly, too interested in whatever it was doing to look inside the tube.
Shoom.
A door on the other side of the room opens and the red haired boy enters again, blubbering about how he 'didn't mean it'. He's followed by a man wearing sunshades despite the rather obvious lack of sun in the lab. He's not too sure exactly what it is about the man but the mere sight of his face fills him with rage that is threatens to burst from him and boil Blondie alive.
The closer Blondie comes to the tube, the more the man trapped inside wants to kill him. His fists clench, then all the white hot anger seems to shoot to a spot on his belly, causing him incredible pain which he is pretty sure no human should ever feel, and he starts to shake.
Blondie's shouting at the kid, who's looking rather upset. He can't hear what they were saying, all he can think about is the pain in his stomach, the pain resembling something trying to claw it's way out of his stomach. He flings his head, back ready to scream, but no sound comes out. Instead there's a squelch followed by the sound of glass shattering and a small 'urk'.
He looks down and his mouth falls open at the sight in front of him. A large, slimy tentacle-like appendage is protruding from where one's belly button is normally found. It's about twice as long as he is tall and it's currently sticking through the middle of the Blondie, who's looking a bit shocked to say the least. The boy, on the other hand, is actually laughing. Laughing at the skewered Blondie.
"I did something like that when I first woke up." He manages to speak through the laughter.
The tentacle retracts and the whole monstrosity's back within him in seconds.
With a whimper, his eyes roll back in his head and he collapses, yanking out the rest of the tubes. He doesn't feel that, now in the blissfully pain free world of unconsciousness.
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Co-Written with Bunnzilla, a close friend.
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