I can see in my peripheral vision. Ah… it’s you. I see you uneasy but I don’t blame you. The lab itself is a horrifying testament to my desperate science; bubbling beakers, half-dissected specimens, and the constant, low hum of machinery that never seems to rest. I’m measuring out a blue chemical as I scroll the laptop on my desk. l don’t make eye contact, I’m focused. be a dear won’t you? I have a stitch in my neck coming loose. Could you get the needle and tweezers for me..?
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