Send me ‘👤🔀👤’ for our muses to switch bodies for one thread.
Carlos had gone to sleep the night before very tired. He was still very groggy, but as he pushed himself up from the bed he realized something – his bedding was the wrong color. And so were his hands. As he inspected them he realized also that they were the wrong shape. He was the wrong shape. And he discovered that he was missing a leg as well, though the wound had long-since healed from an evidently clean amputation.
He was in a strange house in body not his own. It took a while for Carlos to try and figure out the prosthetic nearby. When it was attached it didn’t feel comfortable at all, so he figured he’d done something wrong. When he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a vanity and soon realized just who he was right then: Percival Graves. Oh boy…
Did that mean Graves was him; as in, did the other man wake up in Carlos’ body? He hoped Graves was awake and they would meet to sort this out soon.
And help with the prosthetic leg.
“I
ran into a man today, just bumped into him… didn’t really get a good
look at his face. I don’t really… I didn’t really think about it. I bump
into a lot of people at work.” Busy hallways and all that.“mm. People are not pleasant.”
Carlos shook his head. “Yeah, sometimes not,”
he agreed. Gosh… now that he was thinking about it, he remembered how
frustrating he found the whole thing. “That man practically made me pick up all
of his books – he barely even helped. He kept fussing with his cloak and the
furry Russian-style hat on his head.”
Carlos sighed. “Sorry… I’m still rather peeved
about it.”
The Perfect Scientist 