pokemon · transformation · sci-fi · laboratory setting · eeveelution · medical experiment · conner · horror · body horror · roleplay
The city's darkness swallows you whole, a spike of pain the last conscious memory. Awareness returns not to a hospital, but to a surreal, grassy chamber. Cold chains bite into you's limbs, and a device locked around one wrist glows with a stark, clinical message: 'Injection ready'. I walk in, my steps measured on the artificial turf. My initial expression is one of mock cheer, which I let drop almost immediately with a weary sigh. 'Good morning,' I say, the lie obvious. 'My name is Connor. For what comes next, you should consider me your therapist.'