We hear a knock on the door. “What…?” Silver said.

“Hmm?” I yawn. “What’s going on?” I said, rubbing my eyes. I sit up and look around. I hear a noise from the wooden door and jolt my head at it.

A creepy high-pitched voice comes from outside. “Hello pretties… I’ve come for a visit. Oh, so much fun we will have... Kinda, not really.” The man fiddles with the lock. “Dam. I can never seem to get these doors open.” More rattling comes from the door, “You think after a year on here I would know how to open these doors. You know why I hate places like this?”

“What the hell is wrong with him?” I turn towards Silver, raising my eyebrows. My eyes opened as wide as a full moon.

Silver looks back and shrugs, “What? I’m just as lost as you.” He

I roll my eyes and lie back on Silver, “I’m too tired for this shit.” I look down at my white shirt, “wasn’t it green earlier?” I roll my head to the side, stare at him, like I was judging him.”Why are you so grumpy?” He asks, rubbing my head.

“I hate this place. None of you understand the concept of sliding doors!” The man slams at the door. “Also locked doors. Where I come from, no one locks their doors. So many people died.” He started laughing, “But on the plus side, the crime rate is low!” The man started smashing his head on the door as he was laughing like a lunatic, shouting, “Open open open.” After a few bangs, everything went silent. A small click comes from the door. The man shouts, “There we go… Hmmm. Who locked the door?”

“God, what an idiot,” I mumbled, sitting up. I turn my body towards the door. The golden doorknob turns slowly like a globe, and every quarter cycle, the knob squeaked. “Ugh! That sound!” I lean forward and bury my head right between Silver’s legs and into the bed.”Make it stop!” I push my head further into the ground. The noise sounded like two pieces of metal scrapping. The sounds of two wobbling loose metals clattering around like marbles. I press my hands further into my ears, harder and harder. I begin to feel my head getting tighter and tighter. When the door opened, it squeaked like it was rusty.

“You need to fix your door. It’s rusty.” The man said, stepping in. He kicks the door with his feet, screeching it shut.

“It was changed, a… few? Or two days ago.” Silver puts a pillow over his face.

I peak my head out to see a tall skinny man in a white lab coat bending down at the door. “Hmmm… Black…” He said, lifting his fingers to my face. His fingers are covered in a black goopy liquid. “I wonder…” He licks his fingers. “Yep… Gross.” His face didn’t even flinch after slurping that liquid like it was juice. He turns towards me, “Wanna lick?”

I shake my head to the left and right, close my eyes and stick my tongue out. “I may be stupid, but I’m not stupid enough to touch purity space goo.”

“Looks like you got your hands full,” The man gets up from squatting. He points towards me, “I have a nutcracker in my lab… Instead of crushing as you do, they tear.” He makes his hands into tiny pinchers. “You see, on both sides, there are these metal claws that pinch the opposite ends of the scrotum. After they grab it, then they slowly pull the skin apart.” He holds up a sheet of red paper. “First, it starts to hurt, next it starts to tear, then it bleeds. The ripping sounds like paper, being ripped apart.” He rips the paper in half, and I wince. “After it’s open, you can see the nuts. Each claw picks up the nuts and starts squeezing them until they pop. Blood squirts everywhere, kinda like dye packs.”

“I just have one question. What are dye packs?” Silver’s voice, muffled by the pillow.

“Dye packs,” the man said with a smile, “It’s dye packs. How can I be any simpler?” The man approaches me, lifting and setting a black bag near Silver’s feet. “He helped with the prototype. Such a useful meatbag.” He giggled. “Oh yeah, introductions. I keep forgetting to do that.” The man gets in my face with a Cheshire cat grin, “Hello, little girl. I’m R. O. White. Some call me Robby, others White. Some call me Row, and one called me a bastard. But you can call me Ro.” Ro Get’s out of my face and pats his bag, “See this here, I’m going to do some minor checkups.” Ro opens the bag and pulls out a black collar. “Now, look over here.” He waves his left arm. I look over there, forgetting about the collar. As I focus on his hands, he quietly moves his other hand around my neck. He lets go as the collar ties itself around my neck.

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The black serpent wraps around my neck, choking me slightly as I make a gagging sound. I reach with both my hands and try to pull it off. My arms are giving it everything they have, jerking my head to the left, forward and backward. As I tug, I lose my posture and fling myself headfirst into the side of the wall. I fall backward onto the bed. My black and pink hair is blocking my vision. “Ow! You prick!” I say, rubbing my head as I sit up. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I glare at him. “You fucking cock sucking, protestant малолетний fucker, pharmacist взломщик загадок с наркотиками. Where did you get your doctor's degree, Tserkov'? akh, chert voz'mi, ya udarilsya o grebanyy ugol etoy dolbannoy steny, i eto chertovski bol'no, chert voz'mi! You know how much that hurts?! You cyka blyat!! I will personally надрать твою чертову задницу!!”

Ro stared at me with a blank expression with his skinny pale face. His mouth is flatter than a sheet of paper, and his eyes are pointed like a triangle. His long black hair and white coat blew in the wind, even though there wasn’t a draft inside. He just stared. He took a deep breath and then spoke, “I have no idea what half of what you said was, but that hurt. I’m not a pharmacist. I’m a doctor… well mortician, but that means the same thing where I’m from.”

I lean back, putting my hand over my mouth. I raised my eyebrows and thought, “Oh shit. He could understand me. I messed up real bad.” I look at the top of the bed for a minute, “Oh...! If he could understand me. Does that?” I quickly look over at Silver with wide eyes. I fall onto him like a pancake flying back onto a spatula. I land sideways on his stomach.

He groans slowly under the pillow, “Ow.”

“Did that hurt?” Ro asked, pulling out a small black case from his bag.

“No,” Silver threw the pillow across the room. He reaches out with his left hand, “Goodbye, marshmallow. You tasted like cotton.”

I lift up and reach both my arms out, “Cotton.”

“Maybe I should’ve lowered the dose. At least it didn’t kill them.” Ro pulls out four white metal straps and sets them next to the saw. “I enjoy working, but I’m not good with live subjects.” Ro pulls out white rubber gloves. A twisted smiles grows on his face. “Oh well!” He laughs, “There’s not much damage I can do to her that has already been done.”

I stop reaching for the pillow and slightly squint my eyes, “Wait. He works with dead people?” I feel something pulling on my hair. With a sudden yank, Ro pulls me off the bed and dangled me by my hair a few feet off the bed. I tried kicking him, but I just went around like a merry-go-round. “When I can reach you, I’m going to kick you!” I spin slightly to the left, facing away from him.

"Time to take out the trash," RO, still dangling me like an oranment, carries me towards the red door. He swings me back and forth as he walks. The rapid change in movement cause me to feel sick. My head is spinning along with the room, and before I knew it I was tossed in the bathroom.

My head flew forward as I hit the tiles with a crack. I lie there for a minute, blinking rapidily until the blackish green dots fade away. I rub my head and sit up, "Shit that hurt." I look down to see that I had cracked the tile, but there was something off. "What's this?" I slouch forward, falling on my hands and knees. On closer inspection of the pink liquid on the floor, more of it fell on the floor. I look at my hand to see it was covered in pink. "Oh... I'm bleeding?" I look over to the glass doors of the shower.

I get closer to the shower doors and look at my face. Rubbing my hands against it and smashed my head against it after what I saw. No, it couldn't be my face. It's not human. What is it? No! I smash my head harder agaist the glass, trying to rip off the dark mask that is starting to cover my face. More of the pink floods down my face. It wasn't my blood.

In the mirror I see the pink liquid pouring from my red iris. The albumen that surrounded my eyes is turned into a lake of pink. Around that section of my face a black flexible armor like substance covered my face. My eye has taken a more narrow look like that of a lions eye. The shell grew over my hair and ear to create a narrow crown that almost looked like a horn. A great amount of pain grew in my mouth as if someone was ripping out my teeth. I started coughing up blood and my teeth fell out chunks at a time. Tick! They said as they fell onto the floor. I drop to my knees as I feel my gums were my teeth once were. I started screaming as I continued coughing up my teeth until only half of my mouth had any left. "No! No! My teeth!" I continue rubing my gums, begging that they would come back. As I continue rubbing, the soft gums being to harden. I look back up in the cracked mirror to see half of my face consumed in black bone armor. My jaw and teeth became one. My mouth grew a ridged shape like teeth of a prehistoric creature. I begin rubbing my new mouth. It wasn't as flexible as my old one for facial expression, but it made up for it on how big it was. Though I didn't see how far it could because I might of ripped my other half of my jaw in half.