Who was surprisingly friendly, really. No blood taken to do god knows what with, no weird bugs that went into his ears, and no scalpels stabbing him right in the face. And now he's... here, he guesses, and nothing seems different. He's still scared to press if this is real or fake. All he can do is lay back, focusing blankly on the ceiling.
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Who was surprisingly friendly, really. No blood taken to do god knows what with, no weird bugs that went into his ears, and no scalpels stabbing him right in the face. And now he's... here, he guesses, and nothing seems different. He's still scared to press if this is real or fake. All he can do is lay back, focusing blankly on the ceiling.