[color=#DD2F1C]“Y’know, I’m pretty sure it’s common courtesy to buy someone dinner before you start tying ‘em up like this.”[/color]

No answer, aside from a rather unimpressed look from the doctor as she tightened the restraints. 

[color=#DD2F1C]“Not much of a talker, eh?”[/color] Letting out a long breath, Percival turned to face the ceiling, the bind around his head digging into his skin with the movement. In all honesty, he would have been grateful for any sort of reaction. A chuckle, maybe, or even an offhanded “shut the hell up, I’m not paid enough to deal with patients being little shits”. Even though he had already set his mind on doing this, he was nervous. [i]God[/i], was he nervous. Whatever happened here would change his life forever, and the screams from the neighboring rooms hadn’t helped in the slightest. A distraction would have been great.

There was the bite of the needle into his flesh, and Percival shut his eyes, taking in slow, steady breaths. It would be alright. He needed to loosen up a little. He would be getting paid enough to swim in, and get to be a living, breathing superhero. Who knew- maybe he would get something [i]really[/i] cool, like flight or ice powers or something. He wasn’t afraid of ice or birds, but it was a nice thought. Wholesome.

Minutes ticked away, marked by the steady click of the nearby clock. There was a steady sort of thrum in his veins, and he felt a bit...cold, but overall, it wasn’t so bad. 

And then his teeth started to hurt.

That wasn’t too bad, either, at first. It felt sort of those growing pains he got back when he was a kid, deep in his bones. His jaw began to feel a little sore, too. However, instead of levelling out at an annoying, but still tolerable like your garden variety growing pains, it got worse. And worse. Percival gave a nervous chuckle, squirming a little against the restraints. After a few minutes, he began to scream. 

When Percival was eventually released, rubbing at his chafed wrists, he had to admit to himself that the pain wasn’t the worst part. Maybe it was the fact that he could hear the bones in his face growing, quite comfortably, like a tree being split in half. Maybe it was the fact that, at some point, he had started to laugh- hysterical, hyena-like shrieks. Honestly, there were a lot of things that were pretty nightmarish about the whole thing, so Percival decided not to spend too much time settling on a favorite. 

Instead, he focused on the now. He had found a mirror on one of the counters and was now eyeing his reflection like it had teeth. Which it did. Giant, sharklike teeth, in place of his regular, normal, non-freaky teeth. He was also as pale as paper, which was fairly creepy in itself, but his focus was honestly more on his mouth. Explained the pain, at least. 

Clicking his teeth-fangs together, Percival placed the mirror down, glancing back over his shoulder at the researcher. [color=#DD2F1C]“Well. Hope you guys offer free dentistry.”[/color]

Just as before, silence. Running his tongue over his canines, he quietly followed the researcher out and through the corridors until both reached the entrance to a recovery room. Or a lobby, maybe. Surprisingly, the researcher spoke for the first time as they came to a stop, voice high and sweet despite her attitude throughout the whole thing.

“Wait with the others. Dr. Williams will see you all shortly.”

Others, then. Swell. Percival watched the researcher step out of sight before turning back to the door, hands in the pockets of his coat. Who knew, he thought. Maybe they’d also be stuck with a new makeover, too. Could start a therapy group. Or a club. Wear it on a t shirt or something. With a flutter of his jacket, Percival bounded inside, only to see that his little “makeover” prediction was [i]very[/i] accurate.

Well. Only partially accurate, really. Most of the people inside looked fine, really, except for the lady with a giant spider rump. Despite himself, Percival started, giving a quick [color=#DD2F1C]“Oh [i]Christ[/i]”[/color] under his breath at the sight. Giant spider lady. 

Gathering himself, Percival slunk forward, taking a seat and patting out the front of his shirt. [color=#DD2F1C]“So,”[/color] he began, drawing out the “oh”, [color=#DD2F1C]“gonna take a quick stab here and say...fear of lawsuits?”[/color]

It was an attempt to lighten the mood, albeit a bit of a “hit or miss” one. 

[@Tojin]