The night was cold and heavy with a thick fog that seemed to crawl through the streets, draping everything in a murky, oppressive silence. Jason, a man in his mid-thirties, made his way home after a long, exhausting day. His hands were shoved deep in his jacket pockets, eyes cast downward as he walked along the cracked pavement, the streetlights casting eerie shadows on the ground. The city was quiet at this hour—no sounds of cars, no chatter from late-night revelers—just the sound of his footsteps echoing through the empty streets, disturbed only by the occasional hum of distant machinery.

As Jason passed an alley, a sudden metallic clank shattered the silence, sending a chill crawling up his spine. He froze, instincts immediately on high alert. His eyes darted around, but all he could see was a stray tin can tumbling across the street, carried by the breeze. He exhaled in relief, dismissing the tension creeping up his neck. Just the wind, he reassured himself, shaking his head, trying to dispel the unease that still gnawed at him.

Minutes later, he arrived at his apartment building. He climbed the creaky stairs and entered his flat, the familiarity of home offering a sense of comfort. Jason shrugged off his jacket, tossed his keys onto the counter, and settled down on the couch, his fatigue weighing down on him. A quick snack, a hot shower, and he was ready to sleep. He crawled into his bed, closed his eyes, and let the quiet darkness of the night swallow him whole.

But that peace didn’t last long.

In the dead of night, Jason shot up from his bed, heart racing. His breath caught in his throat, and his body was paralyzed with terror. There, standing at the foot of his bed, was a towering figure. He couldn’t see much in the darkness, but the presence was unmistakable. A figure too tall, too monstrous to be human.

And then, the recognition hit him like a physical blow. His blood ran cold as his mind processed the figure in front of him—Dr. Machinist. The name echoed in his mind, the terror it carried making him freeze in place. This was impossible. Dr. Machinist was supposed to be dead. He had died 65 years ago. But standing in his room, in the shadowed corner, was the unmistakable outline of the man. Or… whatever he had become.

Dr. Machinist—once a brilliant, twisted scientist, now a horrific fusion of man and machine—loomed over him, his glowing eyes cutting through the darkness like twin points of malice. His body, an abomination of mechanical parts and decayed flesh, was barely human. The mask of cold steel covering his face did little to hide the insatiable hunger in his eyes.

Before Jason could even scream, his body was ripped from the bed and violently thrown against the cold floor. A sharp, electric current surged through him, binding him in place as his limbs were painfully strapped down. Jason’s chest seized as raw electricity coursed through the power lines, the current so intense that it felt like his very soul was being burned away. Each jolt was more excruciating than the last, but there was no escape. His body convulsed as the voltage surged through him, unable to break free.

Through the haze of pain, Dr. Machinist's voice cut through the air—cold, venomous, dripping with intent.

"You were never meant to survive, Jason," he hissed, his voice full of cruel satisfaction. "But now, you will be part of something... greater. Something far more terrifying."

Jason's mind was slipping away, the pain overwhelming his senses. His vision swam, and just before darkness claimed him, he glimpsed the twisted smile that spread across Dr. Machinist’s face. A smile that promised suffering.

When Jason awoke, it was not in the comfort of his bed, but on a cold, sterile operating table. The metallic smell of blood and chemicals filled his nose, and the sterile hum of machines buzzed in the background. His body trembled with weakness, his muscles sore from the electrical onslaught. He could barely move. He could barely comprehend what was happening as blurry figures hovered over him, machines clicking and whirring around his body. His head swam in confusion, but the all-encompassing fear clawed at him, pulling him back to the horrifying reality.

Then the pain began.

A searing, agonizing pain shot through Jason’s body, making every nerve scream in agony. He gasped, his chest heaving as he felt his skin stretch and warp. His body felt like it was being torn apart, his bones snapping and reshaping themselves. He could feel his spine cracking, shifting, elongating, growing in unnatural ways. His flesh burned with an intense fever as something foreign started to take root inside him.

The transformation was excruciating. His muscles stretched and coiled like serpents, his skin rippling as scales began to form along his arms and chest, cold and smooth like the surface of a snake. His fingers elongated, becoming sharp and clawed, while his legs twisted and reshaped, turning into sinuous, serpentine appendages. His mouth stretched, his teeth sharpening, and a forked tongue slid out, flicking in the air.

He could feel it—the monstrous creature that was replacing the man he used to be. Every moment, every second of the transformation felt like a violation of his very being. His humanity was being ripped away, replaced with the cold, predatory nature of the creature he was becoming.

Dr. Machinist stood over him, his twisted figure a dark shadow against the harsh, fluorescent lights above. He watched, cold and indifferent, as Jason’s body continued to warp.

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"Welcome to your new life, Jason," Dr. Machinist’s voice hissed from above. "You're not human anymore. You're my creation now. A weapon. A new apex predator. And you will serve my purpose, like all my creations."

Jason’s eyes snapped open—his new eyes, glowing with a feral hunger. The last vestiges of his humanity were slipping away, drowned in the agony of his transformation. His mind raced with confusion and panic, but the animalistic instincts within him began to take hold. He was no longer the man who had walked the streets that night. He was something else, something monstrous.

And as his transformation reached its painful climax, Jason knew there was no going back. The man he had been was gone, swallowed by the creature he had become.

A snake-human hybrid. A weapon. A predator.

And in that moment, Jason understood. His life, his identity, his very essence, was no longer his to control. It belonged to Dr. Machinist now.

Jason's thoughts

Jason’s mind was a storm of chaos as he lay strapped to the cold, unyielding operating table. His body burned with the excruciating pain of transformation, his limbs jerking in unnatural ways as the agonizing reshaping continued. Every muscle, every bone, every inch of his skin seemed to betray him, as though it no longer belonged to him. The sharp, jagged sensation of his bones breaking and shifting flooded his senses, overwhelming him with pain.

Terror of Becoming a Snake-Hybrid

In the midst of the torture, Jason’s mind kept returning to one chilling thought: What have they done to me?

The horror of his transformation into something inhuman, something monstrous, was beyond his comprehension. His mind kept racing, trying to grasp the reality of what was happening to him. A snake hybrid? He could feel his skin burning, his joints contorting in unnatural ways, his spine elongating like a serpent’s. He could hear the sickening crack of his bones reshaping, the scaly texture creeping over his arms. His fingers, once human, now felt elongated and alien, clawed. His body no longer belonged to him. He could already feel the sharp fangs growing in his mouth, his tongue thickening and splitting into a fork. It was a nightmare that he could not wake from.

Why was this happening? Why was his humanity being stolen from him, piece by piece? His chest felt like it was being torn apart as his heart beat erratically, trying to keep up with the unnatural changes happening inside of him. He fought to hold onto his sense of self, but it slipped away from him like sand through his fingers. How could anyone live through something like this?

Fear and Pain of Losing His Normal Life

More than the pain, what tore at Jason’s soul was the realization that his life, his ordinary, mundane life, was over. He thought of the life he had before all of this—his small apartment, his job, his friends, his simple pleasures. Everything was so normal, so safe. It was a life that many people took for granted, but he hadn’t. He had appreciated the quiet peace that came with it.

I’ll never see those things again, he thought, tears stinging his eyes as the transformation continued, taking away more of his humanity with each passing second. I’ll never go back to my normal life, my job… my home. His thoughts began to spiral, the weight of the loss pressing down on him like an anvil. It wasn’t just that he was being changed physically, but the very essence of who he was—the life he had built—was being stripped away.

The idea of losing everything he once knew filled him with an overwhelming sense of emptiness. Why me? He had been content with his life, just another ordinary man living in an ordinary world. Why did this have to happen to me?

Questions of Why: Dr. Machinist’s Motive

And then, amidst the pain and the fear, a new set of thoughts began to form, each one more terrifying than the last. Why?

Jason couldn’t understand why Dr. Machinist—this twisted, genocidal doctor—had chosen him. Of all the people in the world, why had he been selected for this horrific fate? He had no special skills, no exceptional talents, nothing that could have made him stand out to someone like Dr. Machinist. He had been a simple man—nothing more than an average person. Why me?

Jason’s mind tried to make sense of the doctor’s actions, but the more he thought about it, the more the answers eluded him. What was the point of this transformation? What kind of madness could lead a man—or what Dr. Machinist had become—to inflict this kind of torment on an innocent person? It was as if he were some twisted puppet master, controlling the fates of those he chose to destroy.

But what did Jason have to do with any of it? What did I do to deserve this?

His thoughts were racing now, spinning in a whirlwind of confusion and dread. Why was Dr. Machinist doing this? What purpose did I serve in his sick plans?

Jason tried to grasp at anything, any reason that could make sense of his suffering. But there were no answers—only the cold, mechanical sounds of Dr. Machinist’s work, the hum of his machines, and the screams that Jason could no longer hold back as the transformation continued.

The Fear of Being Completely Changed

Every time Jason opened his mouth to scream, he felt his voice warping, changing into something alien. What will I become? He was terrified of what he might see when the transformation was finished. What would his reflection look like? Would he even be able to recognize himself anymore?

The fear of complete and total loss of his identity, of everything that made him human, was suffocating. What if I’m no longer Jason? What if I am something else entirely, something monstrous?

His mind reeled as he tried to hold on to what little of himself remained, but it was slipping away. Piece by piece, as his body contorted and reshaped, his mind too seemed to fade into the abyss. He felt a creeping numbness, like his humanity was being erased by the second.

His questions became more desperate, more frantic: Why did this happen? What did I do wrong? He was no longer just a man fighting to survive; he was a man fighting to hold on to his very essence, his very soul.

But the answers never came, and the fear of the unknown consumed him.

Final Despair

In the end, all Jason could do was lay there, paralyzed by fear and agony. His body was no longer his own, and with every passing moment, he felt more and more like a shell—something that had once been human, now reduced to a creature of pain and terror.

Why did it have to be me?

The only answer was the cruel, mechanical hum of the machines that had changed him.