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Dennis’ breathing was shaky, his pupils darting around trying to find any surface to focus on - yet he felt like he wasn't in control of his body, his vision fogged over and his lungs were doing hard labour to try and keep his numb body sustained.
Amongst the lack of clarity he had, Dennis was starting to piece together what had happened to him in the past 20 hours, a painful recollection of paying back what he'd stolen.
Dennis was able to slowly pull his gaze from off the floor to look around at his surroundings, with a vital goal of escape from the IPC-bitch that had severed his leg.
Yet, oddly enough, Dennis felt smaller in this room then before - along with a slightly tingling feeling gracing his skin. A tingling feeling.. A stinging.. A burning feeling.
“Aah!- AAHH! AAHHHH!!!!”
Dennis cried out in a feral growl, feeling as if his skin was being melted off, his pain receptors sending so many signals his brain must be close to bursting with how bad his entire body was aching.
Dennis tried to move his limbs around to do literally anything, itch his skin to possibly rid the deathly feeling, maybe even to slap himself as an attempt to get to his senses rather then just aimlessly screaming - that psychopathic bitch must be able to hear him by now - but he couldn motion his hands the same way he used to.
No, infact, he could hardly wiggle them around.
Dennis’ breathing became shaky.
She couldn't have. THAT PSYCHO.
He couldn't even think straight, so many thoughts were swirling around in his already overwhelmed head he just couldn't help but scream more - before he heard a faint chuckling coming from the corner of the room.
“It's such a shame people are so dishonest, don't you agree, Numby?”
Dennis’ head was swirling, he didn't even think he had heard the woman correctly - Numby??
Before the man could even dream of questioning the lady he loathed, she continued with her monologue.
“That he didn't deserve what was coming to him because he was drunk..”
Dennis’ was more confused than ever, the harrowing pain in his side not helping him piece together what the white-haired worker was on about. Before the realisation dawning upon him that this ‘he’ was him, but why wasn't she just saying that? Was she speaking to someone else? No. She couldn't have been, even though his vision was blurry with the tears leaking through his ducts, he could make out her diamond shaped pupils locked on him.
So then.. What was she on about?
“But! He didn't lie about one thing.”
“He is my ride or die partner, isnt that right, Numby the Trotter?”
Dennis’ released a scream of horror when it all finally clicked in his mind, the lashing pain in his body swirling around in a harmonious movement of true dread.
He didnt want to do it, he really didnt, but Dennis moved his gaze down onto his own body.
And there, he was met with his lack of humanity.
He was a fleshy mess, stitches keeping his heinous new figure together - yet barely. He could see his insides poking out inbetween some of the threads, blood still gushing out of his sides with how carelessly his skin was sewn together. His first instinct was to vomit at how revolting he had become under the guides of the ladies ‘New project’, yet when the stomach acid was bubbling up trying to release itself, he could feel the acid digging against his insides as some of it leaked out of the seams keeping his mess of guts compact - Dennis screamed more, with so much agony swirling inside of his amalgamation of a body, it was unbearable to even look up at the person who had done this to him.
“Come on Numby, you've never been this loud before.. This isnt how you usually act, you should fix your attitude - do it for your ride or die pal, Topaz.”
Topaz crouched down to Dennis’ now trotter-sized level, and grabbed his muzzle, clamping it shut so she wouldn't have to hear his animalistic cries.
Dennis was no longer seen as Penacony’s no1 party animal - No, he was now the IPCS animal.