After taking his first step forward he immediately fell onto his face breaking his nose and knocking a tooth out of his mouth.

He stayed like that as he went over what went wrong before reaching over, picking up his tooth and throwing it back into his mouth before swallowing it whole. He made a mental note that It tasted like teeth.

He then melted it down then shifted the mass back up through his body to where the tooth used to be and then built a brand new one or completely recycling his old tooth into a new tooth. 03 could see internally inside himself but whenever he tried to see how his healing or shapeshifting worked he was always confused.

He found that it didn’t make any logical sense to him. 03 also got a headache when he tried to focus too hard on what was inside of him so he didn’t do it much so maybe there was just something he wasn’t seeing but he was at least currently unable to understand his own self.

However he knew something else, so reaching outwards he pulled himself away from the coffin then once more he tried to stand up, succeeding after some amount of time before taking another step forward this time he felt his leg wobble before giving out and he fell forward this time crashing headfirst onto the wall.

Pushing himself off the wall he once more stood up this time besides the wall and with one hand leaning on it he started to walk pushing himself against the wall when his leg gave out again from underneath him however this time he managed to stay standing.

Then he took a step using the wall for light support and he felt that was his best step yet.

Then once more he took a step forward this time he didn’t fall against the wall but his hand reminded him of it for support as his fingers floated not an inch away from it.

Then another one and another one before he reached the coffin that had fallen against a wall. So he turned around and walked around the room until he reached the coffin again.

He opened his mouth and moaned in pleasure inside he felt he must’ve been the greatest walker in history he was sure no one learned as quick as him. He threw his arms up and flapped them like a bird’s wings crying and humming to himself.

Then he tripped and fell face-first onto the glass floor. He felt water leak from his eyes as he realized he failed at walking despite being the best there ever was.

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However this time he saw something else, with his face so close to the glass and looking through he saw, A’s and B’s running around, then an explosion before rows of machine-gun fire obliterated the A’s and B’s before they cleared the room and moved on.

However, to 03 this was the first time he ever encountered death and he knew what it was by instinct. This was another great fear he experienced and it made a part of him want to go back into the coffin where he wouldn’t need to fear death… however, he knew he had come too far.

This encounter with death had in simple words changed everything for 03. At this moment he saw what the price of failure was and he knew instinctively that he was not willing to pay it.

So for the first time, his mind began to think, just as the first humans did when they first picked up a rock to use as a weapon.

‘I am scared of tomorrow.’ This crashing realisation would have everlasting effects on the mind of 03 until he would eventually die himself. And so at this moment, he was sealed in a new coffin, a new cage one he would never be able to escape and that was… fear of consequence. With the chains holding him down being, fear of failure and fear of death.

Each new fear would become a new chain that would hold him down and prevent him from being free… then he felt the fear and realized it was a much scarier cage than his old coffin and so his animalistic bring reached the only conclusion it ever could.

He developed a fear of being ruled by fear. So he lifted his arm and sent all his mass upwards before he dropped it onto the glass shattering it, he decided that to free himself of fear he would have to live eternally fighting it.

It was as if he suddenly reached semi-enlightenment and had a near-total understanding of himself and his inner mentally.

A "pathetic" fear of fear was all that he saw, and he didn’t like it so he decided to change, add to his lack of sense and maybe he wasn’t very intelligent but his conclusion was probably a correct one that would cut his lifespan down to a third of he stuck with it.

And so he without much thought made a decision to confront his newest fear, death by charging it down. Then he crashed down into the floor below a few splinters of glass that had managed to stab him through the stomach and he wasn’t humanoid anymore being more like a clump of flesh with a tail connected to a flesh mace. He covered his new tail flesh mace with bone clumps before he started to swing it at the corpse’s of A and B he recognized but soon he smashed and mashed them up enough where they became unrecognizable.

Then he went over and the ball of flesh that wriggled up to them like a worm acting of instinct slowly opened into a new shark-like jaw with rows upon rows of teeth, where his fangs would have been, were two tentacles that reached out and wrapped themselves around the broken body’s of the dead scientists before dragging them inside and munching down turning them to mush before swallowing, growing bloated from overeating 03 grew some wrigglers or wiggly bits of flesh that acted like oars of a boat to push him around, dragging his bone mace with him first he would weaken the skeletal structure with the mace before gnawing on the corpses around him swallowing the product these two acts of smashing and chewing created turning the new mass into muscles for his tail.

Then as he was wriggling around the room he looked up and saw something. He had grown multiple new eyes around where his back would have been now being his face, he had no legs anymore but even then he saw the creature up there.

It had eight legs, a nail through each of its feet and was cut open down the middle and it was small.

The reason he stopped was, that he had a thought, I wonder if it’s better at walking than me because it has eight legs.

He was looking at a spider that had been dissected.